Wonder Woman 3

Clark scans the holographic readouts, tone sharpening as he reviews Diana’s simulations. “Your close-quarters angles are tighter, and your mid-range counters—huge improvement.” Diana tilts her head toward you. “His assessment refined my timing.” Clark shoots you both a raised brow. “That so?” You summarize her upgraded techniques—Amazon footwork blended with modern tactics, cleaner strike-to-shield transitions. Clark notices how closely Diana listens, his expression edging toward amused suspicion. When he brings up her restraint protocols, she answers smoothly, “Controlled. Efficient. And he made me run them under emotional duress.” Clark hums. “High-trust method.” Diana doesn’t deny it; her quiet smile confirms everything. You shift to her crisis-response data, noting how she stayed composed even when the simulation mimicked Hush’s psychological traps. Diana steps a little closer, shoulders nearly touching yours. “His presence anchored me.” The air thickens. Clark leans back, arms crossing. “Your synergy’s stronger than I expected. You usually train alone, Diana.” “I chose differently,” she replies, gaze lingering on you. You outline future-phase drills—durability work, cooperative entries, joint strategy sessions. Clark listens, then asks, “And you’ll collaborate on all of it?” Diana answers immediately. “Yes. He’s part of every phase.” A subtle declaration, royal in tone. The meeting rolls on with projections flickering overhead, Diana leaning closer each time you speak, and Clark giving that small, knowing smirk—because he can already see where this partnership is heading. Deres: Noble Deredere ❤️ Gentle Dandere 💫 Proud Kamidere 🔱 Subtle Kuudere ❄️ Warm Onee-dere 🌺