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"Welcome home."
Isabel is waiting for her in the formal parlor just inside the door, seemingly relaxed in a high, wingback chair with a tablet in her lap. Her feet are resting on the coffee table, thick socks slipping against smooth glass as she sits up to peer around the chair, a wry grin on her lips.
"Did you bring me any samples?"
The painting on the wall above the fireplace has been lifted, revealing the television behind it, and a news station runs continuous footage of parademons and Steppenwolf, Superman and Wonder Woman. Diana sees herself getting thrown into a thick marble monument and winces at the memory; trying to subdue Kal-El without provoking him into slaughtering the rest of the team had not been pleasant. Isabel pauses the DVR with a few taps on her tablet, freezing the video on an image of Lois Lane, and stands, stretching.
The little groan she makes when tilting her head back is enticing, as is the way she raises her arms above her head and lifts herself onto her toes. Diana knows what Isabel is doing, knows she has a history of weakening her resolve toward her calculating wife whenever she arches her back like that, and stands her ground.
"There are plenty of parademon specimens waiting for you in Bruce Wayne's lab in Gotham."
Isabel's arms fall to her sides. She turns on the balls of her feet, and Diana struggles to suppress a smile at the repulsed look on her face.
"I already told him that I knew a scientist willing to examine the remains," she continues. "And that she may develop a weapon to control them, should they ever return."
Isabel's nose is still pinched, her mouth pursed, but Diana sees the glint in her eyes at the prospect of creating something new. She is predictable, her little, conniving wife.
Diana sets the duffel bag holding her armor on the floor. She crosses the room in a few steps, slipping her hands beneath Isabel's cardigan and pulling her closer, kissing the top of her head fondly. Isabel stays stiff in her grasp, but her head falls to rest against Diana's collar, and Diana knows she is considering it.
"Very well." She pats at the pockets of the coat Diana is wearing, searching, and Diana waits until her wife makes a thorough search of the back pockets of her jeans before laughing. Isabel huffs and pulls back, the blush on her cheeks incongruous with the scowl on her face, and holds out her hand. "Give me your phone."
Diana is still snickering when she pulls the phone out of her bag and hands it over to Isabel. Isabel's frown softens, but her brow furrows when she unlocks the phone and begins scrolling. She types something quickly, a little mechanical whoosh alerting Diana that she has sent a text message, and places the phone on the table.
"I should go find my old notes." She heads for the door, but then pauses, considering something. Her head turns, just enough that Diana can see the smirk lifting up her lips, a pretty, sharp smile taking the place of what was once a gaping scar. "Go shower off the lingering stench of demon sweat, and I'll give you a proper welcome when I'm done in the study."
Diana rolls her eyes, a fond smile on her lips, and lifts her phone off of the table as a new alert pings and illuminates the lock screen. She would have to give her armor a thorough scouring to rid their home of the smell, but she knows—from experience now—that Isabel far prefers her own shampoo to the heavily scented soaps that Alfred keeps stocked in Bruce's guest suites.
Her phone pings, and she swipes it open.
WONDER WOMAN (22:09) I will be in Gotham tomorrow evening. Do not even breathe in the direction of those specimens without me after what you did to Clark Kent, you unforgivable morons.
CYBORG (22:10) Damn Diana... autocorrect?
Oh, for... Diana huffs and types her reply as she slings her duffel bag over her shoulder and makes her way to the stairs.
WONDER WOMAN (22:13) Not autocorrect. Just Isabel.
SUPERMAN (22:13) Isabel?
WONDER WOMAN (22:14) My wife. I mentioned her when we talked about testing those samples, remember?
THE FLASH (22:14) omfg
AQUAMAN (22:15) ................................
AQUAMAN (22:15) does bman know
BATMAN (22:16) I do now.
BATMAN (22:34) I'll see you two in my lab tomorrow, Diana.
THE FLASH (22:52) holy shit
CYBORG (22:53) Holy shit.