Diana came in a few moments later, hearing her name. With her was a sleek motorcycle, white and gold in color. Presenting it to Danica, she stepped off to the side. "I know how much you like them."
Danica was shocked, gasping softly. Getting up from the table, she went over to examine it. A minute later, she was hugging Diana...her face buried in her shoulder as tears spilled. Diana held Danica for a few moments before motioning Kara over. Kissing Danica's uninjured cheek, the older heroine held her daughter tight without squishing her.