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Chapter 7 by meteorbeat meteorbeat

Milk it for all it is worth or maybe try to find some order in all this crazyness.

Doting Heroine

“Okay, boss, not that I’m complaining about it, far from it actually, but… what exactly is going on?” You could only stare completely befuddled at the way the so far calm and collected Princess of Themyscira was acting like a worried and doting… something, it was just plain bizarre.

“You need to let me see if you were hurt, I would hate myself if anything happened to you!” Well, at least she was treating you better than Batman with Robin (ZING), but to take so much care in looking at your face and her slight… caress… from your check to your neck with soft and dexterous fingers. Okay, this was getting a little too crazy even for you.

Trying to stand up too fast you found out that whatever had happened back there with the mirror and light had left you in less than optimal conditions. Your legs wobbled and your head felt as if needles were being inserted right into your brain, but thankfully the pain was slowly getting better.

“What happened to the mirror?” you ask as Wonder Woman puts one of your arms over her shoulder to help you stay up. Whatever happened while they were fighting it did a number to your body.

“It was destroyed; tell me Circe, how did it happen?”

“Seems that our nice little helper was braver than most mortals, because he jumped into the fray without any doubts and attacked me, sadly that beautiful mirror was broken into pieces, all of them hitting him,” Circe said while still eyeing you and combined with her grin you didn’t feel very safe close to her.

“You… you fought against Circe for me?” The way she was saying that just made even more red alarms explode in your, that or you were starting to get a migraine.

“Well, you are the boss, I wasn’t about to let you get enthralled by a witch… no offense,” you quickly said while Circe simply shrugged as much as she could being tied up by Wonder Woman’s lasso.

“None taken, basically it is true so I don’t feel offended.”

“Wait, you said that the pieces were the thing that hit me back there and then that pink light thing happened, right?” When both the villain and hero nodded at you, the whole thing just made too much sense. Just thinking about what that light could mean plus the way the two women were acting, there was only one thing you could say “oh, we are so screwed.”

The Goddess of Love has too many things to explain.

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