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Harem Heroines	By : WIRProductions Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 132369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, etc, or future characters from established companies. They are used for parody purposes. I do not profit from this work.

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“Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman, more and more headlines about Wonder Woman,” Donna screamed out, ripping up a newspaper.
“Relax, Donna, or your hair will turn grey,” Wally said, chowing down on a burger.
“We beat Dr. Light. We foiled his crime spree, but my sister shows up to lend a hand and we’re back page news.”
“We don’t protect the innocent for headlines,” Dick commented, reading a similar newspaper.
Donna gritted her teeth, seconds away from smashing the table in anger. She sat in the commons room inside Titan Tower. Newly eighteen, and eager to prove herself, her sister Diana unknowingly thwarted her dreams of glory.
“None of you would understand. You’re not Amazons!” she shouted, storming off.
“Isn’t she too young for PMS?” Wally joked.
Outside the commons, Donna exhaled, regaining her composure. Maybe it was Amazonian puberty kicking in, but ever since her eighteenth birthday, she found it harder and harder to keep her aggressive impulses in check.
“Wonder Girl, you’ve got a delivery. Wonder Girl, delivery waiting on the main floor,” a feminine voice rang out.
“Wonder what it could be?”
Heading down the elevator, just the sound of her hero name ignited flames of anger.
“Always the sidekick. Always the younger sister. No one cares. Diana gets all the love and attention.”
A small package rested at the front counter. It looked innocent, wrapped in a fancy bow. A gift?
“My birthday was months ago. Huh, well, at least there is a card. To Donna Troy, from your biggest fan. I know you feel angry and sad. I hope this present helps bring a godly smile to your beautiful face…what the hell is this? A stalker? But…he thinks I’m beautiful? Me? Wait, am I sure it is a man? A lot of freaky chicks out there. Whatever, I’ll just open this up in my room.”
Donna kept reading the card over and over again until the first foot stepped inside her private room. More than the flirtatious nature of the card, the word fan made her reread like an alcoholic on withdrawal. This was literally her first piece of fan mail. No one seemed to care about the mini-Wonder Woman wannabe. Starfire, Raven and Beast Boy were all unique. Dick was Batman Jr. but at least had his own name. Wally cared more about telling lame jokes.
Flopping on the bed, her walls were plastered with Greek iconographies. Family pictures with Diana and other Amazons on Paradise Island. Always the little sister, never the equal.
“Diana bested us all without breaking a sweat…The Queen worries about your sister’s safety constantly…No, your mother hasn’t heard about your newest exploit…Don’t disgrace your sister in the world of men…”
All the words felt fresh, like they just happened. All spoken by her Amazon sisters.
Opening the box, a small, golden statue rested inside. Solid gold, and expertly crafted. It felt heavy, even for her immense strength.
“Is this me? But what are these strange markings? Whose armor is this?” she asked aloud.
Touching the statue with a single finger, a strong shock zapped her. She couldn’t scream or yell, frozen in place. A tall, statuesque woman stood before her. Dark armor covered her well-endowed body. Hair white as snow, and a greyish skin tone. A sword stuck out of a stone near Donna’s feet.
“Take the sword and defend yourself, sister of Diana!” the female knight shouted.
“I have my own name!” Donna shouted back.
The sword escaped its stony prison with a single pull. Half the size of Donna’s body, it curved outwardly at the point and hilt. Jewels encrusted the pommel. It glittered brightly under the moonlight of triple moons.
The heroine had no time to gaze in amazement at the world she transported to. The opposing knight gave no reprieve, swinging at the heart immediately. Metal clanked and clashed. Each strike expertly parried.
“Whoever she is, she is good. But I’m better!” Donna thought, arrogantly.
They danced a deadly tango, striking and counter-striking. Donna didn’t notice her costume slowly transforming from her Wonder Girl regalia to Amazonian battle armor.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” she yelled, ducking a swipe at her head.
“I’m here to test you, sister of Diana.”
“My name is Donna! Are you an enemy of my sister? Tell me, fiend!”
The blades clashed again, creating sparks. Mini balls of fire.
“You’re a natural with a blade but you’re being held back. I can see the fire in your eyes.”
“Damn you! Don’t mock me!”
Donna swung wildly. The knight ducked, and slammed the pommel of her blade against Donna’s jaw. The hard strike caused whiplash. Donna fell back, the blade clanking out of reach on the harsh ground.
“Another time, when you choose to grasp your own destiny.”
The knight took off her helmet. Donna’s eyes open wide, surprised at the face appearing before her.
“I know you. You’re the woman from my dreams.”
The woman faded away, like mist. Instantly, Donna woke up in her room, laid out on the carpeted floor. The statue rolled a few feet away.
“Ow, my head. What happened? Psychic attack? But I remember that woman. Was it really you?”
Dazed and confused, Donna reached over to pick up the statue. Looking it over, she noticed the same outfit was the one she wore in battle against the mystery woman.
“But what are these symbols? The armor looks similar to what the Amazons wear on Paradise Island, but it’s bulkier? No, not bulky. Covering, it covers more. I should get some fresh air. This is all crazy. What kind of fan would send me this? But…I have a fan. Someone likes me for me.”
Donna’s head sunk, and a tear creased her cheek. She felt completely alone, isolated. She didn’t realize the extent of it until receiving the gift.
“Huh? I didn’t notice this before.”

She picked up the card. More words were written on the backside.
“Reclaim Your Destiny…Cryptic, but what isn’t in this line of work? Dammit, I’ll clean up later. I need fresh air, now.”
Donna tossed the statue on the bed, departing outside.
X
Ven sat in the dusty library, reading everything he could. Pages flipped at increasing speeds, vastly retaining most of the information. College life. All he knew to do was go to college and prepare for a good career. No messenger in the service of the gods sought him out. None came to tell him what to do next.
Books, or internet facsimiles of them, were one of his only friends in school. Reading calmed the nerves, and he explored worlds beyond the imagination. A lonely, isolated life. Hope would visit and comfort him, mentor him, but the wait bit and clawed at the back of his mind. Discontented thoughts rose out of a violent sea.
To fight the war Hope spoke of, Ven studied all manners of pantheons and deities. A good leader prepared for the worse but hoped for the best. The Greek pantheon was a quick read, and so was the Roman pantheon. Greek mythology sat atop the public consciousness thanks to Wonder Woman. Men wanted to bed her, and women dreamed of being her.
On the table rested a cellphone, connected to the school Wi-Fi. The daily news program acted as background noise.
“We interrupt to give live, breaking news at the scene of terror in the downtown quarter. Meta-human bandits are holed up in a bank, slugging it out with members of the Teen Titans. Fire is spreading outside the confines of the bank as the fighting is especially fierce…CRASH…KABOOM…Did you see that? Wonder Girl torpedoed through the wall and into the side of a nearby car. She looked dazed but okay…Wait, look above. Get the shot.
It is Wonder Woman! Ladies and gentlemen, she does not look happy. A couple bandits are trying to escape. I can see Wonder Woman grab her lasso and restrain two of the three bandits, the third too fast to be captured. Come on Frank, let’s get closer.
Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman! Trish Montega, Daily Six News. We didn’t hear you changed your home to our fair city?”
“I’m only passing through and thought I’d help out,” she smiled at the camera.
“Your sister must be glad to get help. She took a hard knock.”
“My sister is young. I’m sure she’ll do fine next time.”
Ven watched the news broadcast. Standing next to Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl looked the spitting image. It’d be hard to tell them apart. Observing closer, Ven could sense something amiss. The younger sister didn’t look happy, nor did the news reporter stick the microphone in her face. They interviewed Robin and Kid Flash, but completely ignored Wonder Girl.
“Is this who you spoke of, Hope? The Parallel Woman? Same but different. I can feel her emotions. I don’t know how, but I understand her,” he thought to himself.
Curious, he checked the Internet for news stories on Wonder Girl. Few came up solo. A couple questions here or there but nothing substantial. Everyone asked the same question: “What is it like being Wonder Woman’s sister?” All the other reports were involving her sister or the Teen Titans.
“Always living in her sister’s shadow. I don’t know how or why but my heart aches.”
Checking the broadcast replay, she never smiled once.
“Such a beautiful face deserves a reason to smile. I wonder what it’d take to meet you?”
Putting the phone aside, he picked up a book on the Amazons. The stack of books comprised in front of him were a wide selection of myths. Flipping through the pages, he saw a picture of an Amazon warrior in armor. Bold and beautiful.
“Hmmm, the Parallel Woman. They are Greek, but the Roman and Greek gods are parallels of each other. There is no Roman Wonder Woman.”
A light bulb turned on. Inspiration. Immediately, in the dusty, dimly lit corner of the university stacks, he put his head in his hands. Pretending to be busy studying, he let his mind focus, concentrating on forming a special, psychic connection.
“Hope…I need advice. I need a question answered.”
Immediately, Hope’s image popped inside his mind’s eye.
“Yes, what is it you need, my dear.”
“I think I found the Parallel Woman. I know it is a test you’re bound not to break. But I need to know if you can put me in touch with her, somehow. I’m just a normal man. My powers are limited. Meeting her would be difficult and suspicious.”
“I cannot directly take you to her, but I can act as a courier. But there is a price. Finding her is half the test. She has her own to succeed. Know that if she fails, it would mean the death of her.”
“Nothing about this entire situation is safe, Hope. I have an idea. It might work. See me tonight when I return home from school and we’ll discuss it further.”
“I await your return, my dear. I’ll be waiting for you in leather and lace, ready to serve you.”
Ven cut off the psychic link. He got ahead of himself. He had a vague idea of what to do, but it involved taking a big risk. The phone snapped a picture of the Amazon armor, and he quickly set about finding Roman iconography.
X
Each step echoed in the stairwell. Each step forced more dust to float in the air. Ever since freeing Hope, the library basement became home. After the shock of the initial meeting, he took the time to explore the catacombs. Most of the rooms were derelict. Various furniture and books and alchemy objects scattered about. A half broken bed and mattress nestled in the corner of one room. All it needed were sheets and pillows he easily brought.
This became his real home. The awakening caused severe headaches and unease. Stepping foot on the ancient stones immediately eased all pain and mental distress, as if holy ground.
Hope rested on the bed, laid out, arms spread wide. Her body begged others to find a more perfect woman. She rested casually, but erotically, subconsciously always on show for her lover and master.
X
Looking up at the giant T building, a little bit of apprehension built up. Ven didn’t know what to expect going through the front door, through the breach so to speak. Holding a small box, he took a deep breath and walked up to the speaker system, an act months in the making. Pushing a button, a long silence answered back before a real person.
“Titan Tower, what’s the problem?” Wally asked.
“I have a gift for Wonder Girl.”
“All fan mail and stalker letters can be mailed to our address. No walk-ins, sorry pal.”
“Who wants to see me?” Donna asked.
Ven could hear her through the intercom.
“Some dude with a love letter. I told him to mail it.”
“Shut up, Flash. Let me see.”
“Hey, watch it. Ouch!” Wally shouted, pushed aside.
“Uh, hi. You’ve got mail for me?”
“Yeah, got a present for you. A thank you and birthday combo. Just a token of gratitude for your hard work helping the city.”
“How’d you know it was my birthday?”
“I read the entire paper.”
Donna knew he meant no disrespect but the comment stung. The word ‘entire’ fitted in, meaning it wasn’t front page news. It had to be fished out.
“He is dreamy. I’m an Amazon. What can he do to me…other than sweep me off my feet?” she thought.
“Earth to Wonder Girl, you’re drooling on the communications panel,” Wally interjected, waving a hand in her face.
“Oh, yeah, uh…I’ll be right down. Wait there,” she quickly said.
“What’s gotten into her?”
A moment later, the giant doors opened up. Donna walked out in a simple jeans and shirt, looking more like an eighteen-year-old than a hardened warrior.
“Hi. I’m Ven. Here you go. I hope you like it.”
“Thanks. You’ve got a lot of guts to come hit on a superheroine at her home base.”
“Fortune favors the bold.”
Ripping open the package, she pulled out a small sword. Looking it over, she didn’t know how to react.
“Thanks?”
“It is a gladius, an ancient Roman sword. Thought an Amazon would enjoy a nice addition to her collection.”
“Maybe Diana would enjoy it. I can use them but it isn’t my life,” she lied.
“Hey, you okay? A beautiful girl shouldn’t frown.”
“It’s nothing. Thanks for the gift. Good thing I’m not my sister or Batman might have threw you in a cell for showing up with a sword.”
“It is almost five. Care to join me for dinner?”
“Dinner?” she thought for a moment. “Sure, what harm could it do? Got a place in mind?”
“There is a small café I like to eat at between classes.”
Donna put the sword away in the box and followed his lead.
“At the university?”
“Yeah, I’m studying to be a school teacher. I like learning about new things, and it’ll pay me to do it.”
Donna giggled.
“I couldn’t deal with brats. I barely got through my high school years.”
“Maybe I’ll burn out, but I’ll give it a shot,” he replied, calmly. “So that where you always live? Doesn’t seem like you get a lot of privacy.”
“Afraid my big brothers will cock-block you?”
“I’d sidestep them completely and invite you to my house. Problem solved. You’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” he flirted.
Random topics mixed with flirting filled the long walk to the café, and the pleasant dinner. Donna felt happy in Ven’s company. Not once did he bring up anything related to the Teen Titans, Wonder Woman, or being a cape. He treated her like an ordinary girl. Not surprisingly though, no one paid any attention to them. If the papers didn’t care about her saving the day, why would strangers care about her eating in public?
Leaving the café, Ven reached out to hold her hand. Donna let him without any resistance, part out of surprise for his bravery, and part out of loneliness. She enjoyed the intelligent conversation, and he was easy on the eyes. Muscles surrounded her daily. Part and parcel being in the hero business. But the mix he brought to the table intrigued her. A unique chemistry brewed between the pair.
In front of Titan Towers, he turned her to stare into her dark, mysterious eyes.
“I had a lot of fun. Here,” he said, handing over a card. “Give me a call when you’re free from saving the world.”
“Sure, I won’t lose it.”
Ven leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Donna stood there like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing how to react. Her first kiss. The feeling only lasted a second before she leaned back into it, resting her hands on his strong chest.
“Keep that beautiful smile for me. Don’t want to see you frowning in the papers.”
“Yeah, sure. See you soon,” she stumbled out, like a love-struck teenager.
Waving him goodbye, she walked through the front doors of the command center with a new bounce in her step.
“He is so hunky, and bright, and so positive. I feel like he gets me,” she daydreamed.
Not watching her step, she walked right into Robin. Both crashed onto the floor in a giant heap.
“Watch where you’re going, Donna. Where have you been? You missed the meeting?” Dick asked.
“Meeting? What meeting?” she enquired, picking herself up.
“The meeting about the training practice with the Justice League.”
“I had something more important to do, Dick.”
“What is more important than that?” he asked, grilling her.
“None of your business, but if you must know, I had a date.”
“With who?” he asked, surprised.
“A college guy. Someone mature and knows how to treat a lady.”
“The guy Wally told me about? Showing up out of the blue with a present? Sounds like a stalker to me. What’s that?”
“His present, Dad. Jeez, you don’t grill the others like this.”
“The others are not going out on dates with complete strangers,” he shouted.
“Do you cock-block Bruce? I don’t see the League on his ass about all the whores he brings out.”
“He is different.”
“Different how, Dick? Cause he is a guy? Or cause he is your mentor?”
“I’m only looking out for you.”
“Fuck you, you’re not. Wally took some girl from his high school out last week, and Beast Boy went off with some superfan. I’m done with this conversation.”
Dick grabbed her arm to prevent Donna from walking off. Time stood still, stuck. Life has many avenues and many branches. One theory states there is an infinite number of parallel worlds. A person is straight in world A but gay in world B, to all the infinite branching paths of every single decision made in life. Some forks in the road are only curved roads leading to the same place, while others shoot off in wildly different directions.
Time resumed. Donna’s fist met Dick’s stomach, almost bursting out the back. A single flare of murderous aggression.
“I told you to fuck off,” she shouted.
Dick coughed up copious amounts of blood, as if hacking up a lung. Anger boiled over in Donna’s mind. So much anger boiled and toiled, her fists shook uncontrollably the entire walk to her bedroom.
“None of them remembered my birthday. None of them cared for me. I’m simply their Wonder Woman clone. Screw them!” she thought.
An infinite number of consequences from Dick’s simple act occurred. Unlucky for him, Donna’s hate and anger took center stage. Lucky for Ven, his number got dialed immediately upon entering her room.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Ven, its Donna.”
“Oh, hey beautiful. It’s been, what, twenty minutes?”
“Yeah, yeah, Casanova, you charmed the panties right off me. Say, you wouldn’t happen to be free for that second date right now, would you?” she asked, twirling the gladius in her other hand.
“No problem. Everything okay with you? Something happen?”
“Only good things,” she grinned, evilly.
Half an hour later, Ven showed up in the parking lot, leaning up against his motorcycle. Leather jacket ensemble. Donna walked out of the large building. Before she could get a couple steps, Kid Flash blocked her way.
“Hey, hey, slow down. Robin wants you to stay and see the doc,” he said.
“I’m busy,” she replied, sternly.
“Can’t accept it. It wasn’t a request.”
She flashed him a hardened glare, staring him down.
“Are you going to stop me?”
“Amazon PMS hit you early, Donna?”
“I’ve got a date. I’ll see the doctor later.”
Donna pushed Wally out of the way, waving at Ven from afar.
“Why do they always swoon for the bikers?” Wally sighed, zipping back inside.
“Trouble in paradise?” Ven asked.
“Not anymore.”
Donna grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. All naiveté and girlie meekness vanished. Dominant female blood boiled as she wrapped a leg around his.
“If this is the start of the second date, can’t wait for the third,” Ven gasped for air.
“Don’t care where. Just floor it,” she ordered, hugging his back.
The speed bike purred to life. He’d offer a helmet but he was pretty sure she could handle a head-on collision without a scratch. Off they zoomed, leaving Titan Towers behind them. Street lights illuminated the half-crowded streets. Nothing planned; Ven picked random side streets and roads, weaving around tight corners like a pro. The fresh air made Donna’s hair flutter and flap in the cool, night air.
Randomly, she let out a high-pitched shriek. A battle cry. It scared the shit out of Ven, not knowing it was coming, and almost crashed the bike. Keeping control, and slowing down, he drove into a park.
“What was that?” he asked, taking off the helmet.
“I scared you, didn’t I? I do that when I’m having fun. Been a long time since I let one out.”
“Just tap my shoulder or something next time. I’m not a Spartan. I’ll turn into paste crashing the bike.”
“Could have fooled me. You look hot in that jacket.”
Leaning in, both kissed each other at the same time, keeping the assertive score tied. Lips mingled and tongues danced. Hands explored their bodies. Donna broke off, blushing.
“I’m not a whore,” she bluntly blurted out.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m pissed at my teammates but I’m not some stupid skank who’ll bend over for any handsome guy.”
“Wasn’t expecting anything when you called. Honestly, getting to second base with a superheroine in a single night is a pretty good score line.”
They both laughed, then kissed again.
“So, going to tell me what the real problem is?” he asked, concerned.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel completely at ease. We met for the first time today but I feel calm and safe around you. I’m a superheroine for crying out loud. I fought killer villains but going out on a date scared the crap out of me. But I feel like I can just be me,” she admitted.
“I’m just me too. I talk, listen and speak the truth. Maybe you’re used to hearing bullshit from people.”
“My teammates are acting like jerks. They’re acting completely overprotective like I’m a weak little girl needing saving. I can snap this bike in two like a toothpick. What are you going to do to me, tickle me with your hardest punch?”
“Hahaha, if only I was that suicidal. My ego isn’t hurt dating a woman who is stronger than me. I find it hot. Obviously you way overmatch me, but, honestly, I’m not interested in some damsel girlfriend. I want an equal, someone to sharpen steel with. Someone who’ll push me as much as I’ll push her.”
“Yeah? Turns you on to think of me on top?” she winked.
“Thought you weren’t a whore?” he joked.
“Girl can fantasize a little.”
Grabbing one arm, she judo flipped him off the bike to the ground. Mounting him easily, she purred, kissing his chin and cheek.
“Do this with all your boyfriends?” Ven joked again.
“You’re my first.”
Smiling devilishly, he grabbed her wrists, trying to turn her over as they kissed. Donna didn’t know about his superpowers, but they didn’t amount to much yet. Still in their infancy, he tried to put on a good show of it. How much was him and how much was her taking it easy, he didn’t know, but they both felt the heat. Their kisses became more passionate, animalistic. Bites laced in, teasing skin and planting dominance marks. A growing bulge in Ven’s pants, rubbing up against Donna’s pussy, halted the action.
“I need to stop,” she commented, rolling off. “I don’t want to lose control.”
“Amazon thing?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, I can do a lot of damage. I’d hate to hurt you accidently.”
He reached over, cupping her face.
“Sweet of you to say, beautiful. We can take it slow. Come on, lets walk through the park. Clear your head,” he told her, holding her hand.
A moment ago Donna laid on top, wrestling erotically. Now, her head rested against his shoulder, nestling it, like a love struck woman. Too many emotions filtered her actions and thoughts. Even after repeating she wasn’t a whore, her pussy felt moist.
“Do you get bored with your head in the books all the time?”
“Sometimes,” he replied. “I like to learn but some people’s material is so dry it puts me to sleep.”
“Reminds me of boring lectures my sister or other Amazons would preach to me. It got on my nerves.”
“Do you hate her?” he asked.
Bold and unexpected, it caught Donna off-guard. The young Amazon took a long, heavy moment to contemplate before answering.
“Yes, I do. Without her around I’d get the accolades I deserve. I’m sick of living in her shadow. I deserve a place in the stars.”
“Your passion and ambition are envious, Donna. I think your sister is jealous of you.”
“Hahaha, you’re pulling my leg. Why would she be jealous of me?”
“You’re younger and better. I can feel it. I look into your eyes and I see the eyes of a warrior with a greater destiny.”
“You’re sweet, Ven, but while she is around, my spotlight will stay turned off,” she sighed.
“Hey, what did I say about frowning,” he said, tenderly.
“It is getting late. Thanks for pulling me out of that slump on short notice.”
Donna kissed him passionately one more time.
“I’ll fly home. Text me if you get in trouble. I’ll play hero for you.”
Ven waved goodbye, seeing her fly off.
All-in-all, it couldn’t have been a better night. The seeds of mutual chemistry and passion were planted.
X
High in the sky, Donna flew around, gazing at the random lights from afar. Deep in thought, the young Amazon didn’t hear an interloper spring up out of the darkness.
“Here you are, Donna Troy!” the female voice yelled. “I get called out of an important League meeting to play babysitter and diplomat.”
“Diana?! What are you doing here?” Donna asked, surprised.
“Robin called. Told me you’re hanging around with some strange guy, and you ruptured one of his kidneys.”
“I got a boyfriend. It was none of his business. He didn’t get up in any of the other’s business.”
“I won’t have any sister of mine act like a fool. Hera, if we were still on Paradise Island, I’d set you straight in the arena.”
“Nothing stopping you from keeping me down in man’s world, Diana. I’m sick of your lectures. Either make your move or leave me alone.”
“What has gotten into you? I was never like that at your age.”
“News flash, I might be a clone of you but I’m not you. Get it through your lesbionic skull.”
Donna turned to fly off, only to get her arm grabbed by Diana.
“Don’t you dare fly off on me. We need to talk this through.”
Just like with Robin, Donna’s aggressive emotions took control. Twisting her hips, she threw the first punch. Diana, experienced in close encounters, ducked the strike and hit back with a hard punch to the gut. Blood puked up, raining down on the city.
“You never beat me in training, sister. End this childish behavior unbefitting an Amazon. Apologize to Robin.”
Donna lashed out again, and again, another counter-attack nailed back.
“Shit…”
More puked up blood. Her hand tried to hold it all in, but it felt like an organ popped. Diana wasn’t holding back.
“Had enough?”
SPLAT!
A large wad of blood spit ricocheted against the Amazon princess’ cheek.
“Have it your way, Donna.”
CRACK!
The punch broke the disrespectful jaw that spat on her.
“I’m taking you home, consciousness or otherwise.”
Donna finally relented, barely consciousness and in miserable physical pain.
X
A week passed. Donna couldn’t talk the entire time with a wired mouth shut. Diana’s punch did its intended damage. But no one bothered to confiscate her cellphone. After the beat down, life went on as usual. Back as the shadow, barely seen and never heard, teammates only popped up when they needed something done around the tower. Diana never appeared once to deliver a stern lecture or a shoulder to cry on.
“So what is so great about the Greeks?” Ven asked.
“I don’t know; they just are?” Donna replied, typing on her cell.
“Yesterday, I found a book on the pantheons. It compared the Greeks and Roman deities. Basic elementary school book. But it got me thinking, you’re the same as your sister but you’re not.”
“I don’t get it. And I’m nothing like my sister.”
“Like Venus and Aphrodite are parallels of each other. Both the goddesses of love, but different. Both of you are Amazon princesses but so different. Why are you staying in her shadow?”
“I’m not staying in her shadow, Ven. I didn’t choose to be her sister.”
“Change your name?”
“What?”
“Change your name. I don’t get the whole naming thing. You want to be different. Who said you have to be Wonder Girl?”
“No one, I guess. They just gave me the name and I accepted it,” she admitted.
“I’m not going to call you that, only Donna. Think about it, beautiful. I’ll text you in the morning. I’ve got an early morning test I need to get sleep for.”
“Night.”
She tossed the phone aside. It brought her gaze back to the gladius lying on her table, and got her thinking deeper about the choices she made in her life.
“Who says I have to be Wonder Girl?”
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