Fight!

Wonder Woman sits up in bed with a sleepy noise, staring into the shadows of her bedroom.

Instinct takes over before common sense can kick in, and you throw yourself at the shadowy woman. She turns towards you at the last instant and starts to raise her arms right as you slam into her.

It feels like tackling a well-padded telephone pole. But you outweigh her by nearly 100 pounds and physics takes over as you bear her over backwards off the bed and onto the floor. She tries to flip you off her, but her feet get tangled in the bed covers and you land on top of her in a heap between the bed and the door.

You don't have time to enjoy the feeling, tho, as two slender hands grab you by the front of your shirt and lift you off her like you weigh nothing.

"Boy did you pick the wrong apartment, asshole!" she snarls. "Now what..."

She stops as you wrap the lasso around her wrists and yank it tight, snapping her bracelets together with a clang.

"Let me go," you command, and you're released to drop back on top of her soft body. You stretch her bound wrists over her head and tie them together more deliberately. "Surprised to see me again?" you ask with only a trace of gloating.

"Hard to say since I have no idea who the hell you are," she says in a bemused voice.

Wait, that’s not Wonder Woman’s voice! What the what?

Keeping hold of her wrists with one hand, you reach up and fumble for the bedside lamp and switch it on.

Lying underneath you is a woman with long dark hair and blue eyes wearing an oversized T-shirt that says “My Sister Went To Apokolips And All I Got Was This Lousy Shirt.” She’s one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. But she's not Diana.

“Who the fuck are you?!" you sputter.

“Donna Troy. Who the fuck are you?"