Danica didn't like being restricted to her house. It wasn't part of her daily plans!
Nodding, Diana would. She called a cab to pick them up. Leading the girls to the exit that would make them come out of a building a couple blocks over, so no one would know it connected to the Hall of Justice, the older woman lead her daughter with the bloodied and torn tank top and her girlfriend to the cab. Letting them get in first, she could tell Danica was pouting and fuming, angry but wary at the same time.
Diana would be too if she lost her powers...
"It is only a side effect from being away from the supercharged heavens you are used to. Every god that has lingered in the mortal realm longer than they are used to has gone through it." Diana assured Danica, reaching up to run her hand through the dark hair of her daughter. Stormy grey eyes lifted to look at Diana, shining with a delicate fear.
Diana's own grey eyes held fast, reassuring. Danica squeezed Kara's hand, feeling slightly weak as she nodded and leaned against the blonde. How was she going to protect them both?
The cab soon pulled up in front of the embassy, Diana getting out first and holding the door open for them. Did they want her to stay as well?