Diana Prince/Wonder Woman: Open to Cassie Sandsmark/Wonder Girl
Feeling Clark's hand around her throat again for the several hundredth time once again had Diana fighting. She knew it was futile to do so. No matter how hard she fought, he always ripped her heart out. He was the strongest one to do it after all. If it had been Cassandra to try, Diana could have beaten her off more than likely. Once more, just like so many times before, she lifted her legs and tried to heave Clark back, to break his hold but his grip remained firm. She watched as his other hand reared back, preparing to delve into her sternum, break through her ribcage, and pull her heart out. The first few times she had noticed the irony of the situation. She had been a Black Lantern once. And they had gained their full power to reanimate the corpse of Bruce by stealing hearts much like this. The Halls had been killed this way and so many others too, all over the Earth. Perhaps, perhaps this was justice for that.
Of course, thinking about the Black Lanterns and their betrayl had of course made this particular level all that much more frightening in the recent decades. Clark and the others had shed their disguises and revealed themselves to be Black Lanterns. Even Cassandra and Diana felt more like a failure for not being able to save her from that pain, that torment of being the living dead.
As the Black Lantern Clark's hand shoved it's way past her flesh and bone, she screamed in pain, begging the gods again to let her have the strength to endure this pain yet again as she went limp. But then she felt herself being pulled up. Faster and faster it felt like she was going as if she were rising rapidly to the surface of an ocean or body of water. And then, she fell. Not back down to those dark depths. No, she landed hard on her knees and hands, gasping in shock and disorientation.
She blinked slowly and looked around, confused. Was she not already in this level? What had made it restart? But...there were difference. Everyone who had fallen into the cage was there. And circling them, more people she recognized from the networks. She spotted Tim, a cut on his hand. But then her eyes landed on Cassandra and she noted a cut on her protege's hand. She quickly saw that everyone circling them had cuts on their hand. This had not been part of the level of the cage...
Her hand moved to her chest and she blinked to find no wound or blood marring her flesh and outfit. Her lasso was coiled at her waist per usual, the tiara and bracelets on her head and wrists like normal. There was a tremor to her hands and she clenched her fists, setting her jaw in determination. Carefully she stood, swaying slightly as she looked at Cassandra.