Who: Wonder Woman, Troia and NPC baddies When: Sunset Where: Just above the city of Boston, then the City What: Starting the Night Rating: Current PG
If she was being truly honest, she would have to admit that flight was her favorite of the gifts with which she had been blessed. There was nothing like soaring through the clouds, racing eagles and performing tight aerial figure eights to relieve the stress of the day or to prompt happiness, thought and a sense of freedom. In flight one could even rise above the rain, the very thunder of Zeus himself.
Diana smiled at that thought. Oh, how the mighty Zeus would rage at the knowledge of her having had such a thought and oh how Lady Hera would quietly laugh.
She shook her head as she pulled back on her forward momentum and came to a rest, hovering far above her adopted city of Boston. Behind her, the sun was setting causing the city to twinkle and glow with the pinks and oranges of twilight colors. This was an in between time in the city. In between the day, when all the average, law abiding citizens went about their routines and the night which saw their not so average and not so law abiding counterparts coming out to carry on their business and shady dealings.
Occasionally those nighttime beings would venture out into the light of day, hoping to catch the element of surprise. However, they would always find themselves unsuccessful in their tasks. Diana was just as vigilant when the sun was up as she was when the Gods put it to rest at night. Boston was Wonder Woman's Metropolis. Her city, her adopted home and the place she protected above all others save for Themyscira.
This twilight hour was and in between time for Diana too, a time when, unless she had been called upon for more heroic tasks, she shook off the pressures of politics and diplomacy and interviews and prepared herself for the more straight forward battles against the evil roaming Patriarch's world.
Something else that she had discovered about herself in recent months, with all her exploits with the Gods and some of the members of the Justice League, was that, despite being here on a mission of peace and teaching, she reveled in those battles. She supposed, when she stopped to think about it, that the love of battle was, very literally in her blood. She was, above all, Amazon and Amazon's even in their embracing of peace and paradise are warriors to their very cores. It was more than just that, however, she also like to see the physical proof that she was making a difference here. That she was walking the path set to her by her mission, her people and her Gods. She liked to think that maybe, she was making them proud.
She wondered as she floated there, looking down over the city, what her fellow heroes would think of that, if she were to share her thoughts with them. Would they be shocked, turn away from her in disgust, or would they too admit to having similar feelings and bond with her more fully in understanding?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a plaintiff cry wafted up to her from the rapidly darkening streets below. The time for contemplation was over, it seemed, and the time for action was at hand. With the grace of an Olympic athlete Diana pushed against some invisible barrier only she could touch and dove, with all speed toward the sounds of distress that called out for Wonder Woman.