Aftermath

You wake up after what seems like days. Based on how your body is feeling, you spent those days getting trampled by zebras. As your vision starts to clear you see Wonder Woman standing by the door, affixing the golden lasso to her belt, so you must’ve only been out a minute or two.

You desperately want to say something snarky but your throat hurts and your mouth is dry and all you manage is a cough.

The heroine turns at the sound and stares at you for a minute, her beautiful face unreadable. You try to move but your body isn’t responding yet. She walks over, and you expect her to bind you and take you to prison. But instead she squats down next to you.

“I respect that you wanted to match me strength for strength. But the next time you come after me…” (serious eye contact there!) “I suggest you try brains rather than brawn. Otherwise we’re never going to get in any real…exploration.”

You’re trying to process if you heard that correctly when she bends over and kisses you on the mouth; it’s a quick smooch but your lips burn with the passion behind it. Or maybe that’s from the lack of oxygen. She leans back, stares you dead in the eyes. And then slaps you hard across the cheek, rocking your head to the side.

Wonder Woman stands, turns, and without another word walks her perfect ass out the door.