DC: Year One

amazonchampion:

It seemed that lately, all Diana did was go meetings. Steve Trevor claimed that they were "essential". Diana failed to see point in them. How was she learning anything about Man's World by listening to a bunch of old men argue about budget problems? That wasn't what Diana had in mind when she became her peoples' ambassador. And she barely saw the President anymore.

She started outside the window. There were people clamoring to get a look at the princess from a magical island that no one had ever seen nor heard of. And normally, she was happy to stand for photos with young girls who said they wanted to be like her when they grew up, before Steve would usher her into the car and off to their next meeting. She liked those people.

She did not like the protesters. The group of people that seemed to follow her everywhere, and stood out in front of buildings with signs and yelled nasty things at her. They said that she was a terrible influence, that she dressed trashy, and that she would instill violence in young girls. There were some that said that Diana would turn them into lesbians, which was ridiculous. Diana had never been interested in women, as the ones she'd grown up with were her sisters in arms.

They'd even made a name for her, both the people that loved her and the ones that hated her. They were calling her "Wonder Woman". Diana didn't know why they'd chosen to make a name for her, but she liked it.

Even though she didn't see what was so wonderful about sitting in meetings all day.

not_a_killer:

The streets of Gotham had been Cassandra's home for a few years now. She'd adapted to the environment as best she could. Which, of course, meant that she was doing as well as she possibly could for a homeless girl. Homeless shelters kept her fed and dry when she needed to be. The people there were nice, if sometimes a bit invasive at first. They meant well, but she didn't like people prying into her life so much. They would never understand, and she'd never be able to make them understand. She couldn't even speak to them.

Which, of course, gave her an unwanted reputation. She was the quiet Asian girl in black, raggedy clothes. After awhile, everybody learned to just leave her be. New volunteers would occasionally pop up and ask her some questions. She would try her best to smile, accept the food she was given, and then eat by herself. They learned the routine quickly, and she was fine with that.

Today would, hopefully, be the same deal.