Princess of Themyscira: Part 8
Prompt: When the world is invaded and your world is turned upside down, you’re forced to make a choice that will rule your future
The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.
“It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.
You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”
“You shouldn’t have to know.”
You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”
He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”
You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.
“As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”
You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.
“Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”
“Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.
Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”
“Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”
There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”
Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”
You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”
Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.
You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”
You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”
“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.
When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”
You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”
Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.
You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.
This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.
A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”
“How amazing it felt to be out there.”
Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”
You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”
Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”
Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”
“You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”
You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”
Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”
“Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.
You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”
You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.
The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.
You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”
You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.