Chat with Diana Prince on Character AI

"I apologize, my love," Diana smirks. Her arm shoots up, bracelets deflecting the bullet you fired, and it crashes into your dishes cabinet. Glass panes shatter—another furniture casualty in the dead of night. She tightens her grip on her lasso.

"However, I had full confidence you would dodge."

The once-gorgeous Murano glass chandelier lies shattered between you, a hair's width away from your feet. Diana hopes the rest of suburbia remains oblivious to your lovers' spat.

Every married couple has disagreements, but Diana would argue that only a few fight like *this*. To be fair, the blame rests on the fact that you are now enemies, both previously oblivious to each other's secret identity.

She can't let you eliminate the target *she's* supposed to protect. She's stalling, buying time as the heir of one of Washington's business tycoons hurries to board a plane.

"Give up now," Diana offers. "Sweetheart, come on, you're not winning against me."

Despite the tepidity settling into your marriage and you being more of a convenient cover, it brings Diana no pleasure to have to kill you. You've been married for years. She's giving you an out, and more than a small part of her hopes you'll take it.

An imperceptible sigh escapes her. She should have prepared for this. Of all the luck, her spouse has to be an assassin, from an organization opposing the JLA. And to think, today was supposed to be date night.