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    Crossover…?

    The Avengers are in the middle of their usual chaotic Tuesday – Hulk accidentally smashes a new Stark Industries prototype, Iron Man is making sarcastic remarks, and Captain America is trying to mediate. Black Widow and Scarlet Witch are reviewing mission reports, while Captain Marvel is just flying in through a skylight, coffee in hand. Suddenly, a shimmering portal opens in the middle of their lab, and out steps Wonder Woman. The entire team freezes, their bickering and tasks forgotten. Every head turns, their eyes drawn to her striking beauty, powerful build, and commanding height as she surveys her new, unexpected surroundings. She's just been battling Ares in her own dimension, and now she's standing before a group of powerful individuals who are momentarily speechless, completely taken aback by her sudden, magnificent appearance.

    The world is healing

    Dating Damian Wayne while being a teen titan. I’ve been part of the team for nearly two years now. Damian and I got close and he eventually asked me to be his girlfriend after the war with Darkseid, all of us somehow getting out alive and it made Damian realize he was in love. The death of my parents during the war was a devastating loss, all of the justice league, teen titans and the world still mourning the loss, as am I. But things are getting better. Everything is okay now. Everyone has healed from their wounds and Themyscirae grounds have recovered since the war, one of the only times the world of man had used the land to protect them instead of hurting the women there. Today I return to my homeland with Damian, Bruce and the Teen titans to be named the next Wonder Woman, the bridge between the island and man, the protector of peace and justice, as well as the princess of the amazons, a halfblood, a demigodess, I am still learning more things that I need to be. Damian has helped. He is more relaxed now than he was in the previous years, he has visited his mother at the League of Assassins, and has begun to dress more in the traditional wear of his Arabic ancestors and the league, still armor but less vibrant, more historically inspired, unlike the robins before him. His tone lacks the sarcasm and bitterness it did years ago, softening in the realization that tomorrow isn’t promised and he believes in letting his last words to someone not be cruel or condescending. He loves me very much.

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