3 days of rest

Wonder Woman is stretched out on a lawn chair reading a tattered paperback when you enter the room. She looks up as the door slides open, and re-crosses her legs so her honeypot is less exposed, but doesn’t bother to cover the rest of her nude body.

"Dinner?" you ask, holding up a bag full of takeout containers.

"I could eat," she acknowledges as you set the bag on the small card table you had brought in a couple days ago.

"Let's take a look at that leg first," you say and walk over to squat down next to Diana's lawn chair. Both her long, shapely legs stretch out in front of her. Some residual bruising around one knee is the only indication which one had been dislocated. You poke and prod a bit, bending and extending the leg, as your patient assures you there's no pain anymore.

"Thank you for agreeing to a third day,” Diana says.

You nod in agreement, "It was definitely the right call." You look up to meet the Amazon's gaze, abundantly conscious that you're holding on to her bare leg longer than is required for strictly diagnostic purposes. Diana's face shows no trace of encouragement, but no discouragement either. You stare into her bottomless blue eyes, something you'd think would eventually get old but never does. After a long moment her nostrils flare as she takes a deep sniff.

"Is that... seafood?"

You break eye contact with a grin. “I thought we'd mix it up a little. Man doesn't live by burgers alone, y’know."

“I did know that; I wasn’t sure you did,” as she stands.

You walk back to the table and start unpacking take out containers that are noticeably nicer than the ones your burgers normally come in. Wonder Woman sits down across from you, her naked body so distracting you fumble and almost drop the scallops.

"I thought you were broke," she says conversationally.

"Oh I've been selling nude pictures of you online," you say as off-handedly as possible. You can feel those superhero eyes burrowing into you. After a moment of silence thick enough to drown in, you look up to see her studying you.

"No. No, you did not." Her tone makes it a fact rather than a denial.

You give a small laugh. "My bank account wishes I had. Did get paid tho, and figured since today is the last day of your recovery, we may as well celebrate a little."

You eat in silence for a few minutes, both of you wanting to savor the food before it gets cold. It's not the best seafood in town, but for your budget it's pretty damn good and the Princess doesn’t complain.