“There, isn’t that better?”<br/><br/>Diana slowly traced a finger down the massive, sweat covered, white-grey chest across which she was draped. A practiced flick moved her dishevelled raven hair out of her face as she smiled at the brutish but content face of the man who shared the makeshift bed. Granted some would call him a monster, but if there’s one thing Diana had been taught to believe, no one who could think had to be a monster. Not even Solomon Grundy.<br/><br/>His gravely voice started his famous rhyme, while the hand that wasn’t trapped under Diana’s body absentmindedly kneaded her left breast.<br/><br/>“Solomon Grundy,<br/>Born on a Monday,<br/>Fought on Tuesday,<br/>Fucked on Wedsnesay,<br/>Solomon Grundy<br/>Born on a Monday…”<br/><br/>Oh well, thought Diana as she relaxed back against him, at least he had made some progress. At least he wasn’t rampaging through the docks of Portsmouth anymore. Not that her Majesty’s Constabulary would thank her. And Grundy would probably slip back into a mood eventually – it was just so hard to find an appropriate love match for supervillians.<br/><br/>She frowned as the sad truth of how futile the life of a superhero could be. There were always more fighting, more catastrophes, and more surprises around the corner. At least she had worked out how stop worrying about them – mostly – unlike Bruce and Sir Oliver. They would drive themselves crazy.<br/><br/>A yawn escaped Diana’s perfectly pouty lips as she nestled her head in the crook of Grundy’s arm, letting the rhythmic sound of his voice to lull her to sleep. As the last vestiges of consciousness were about to escape her, there was a sound like a crackle. And ozone, it definitely smelled like ozone. What’s more, the solid, if cool, chest of Solomon Grundy was suddenly replaced by the freezing cold bit of steel against her sweaty flesh.<br/><br/>She jerked awake and sat up, running a hand through her hair as she took in the surroundings. Through a small porthole, she could see, oh so many, stars – and the earth.<br/><br/>“Bloody hell.” She murmured. One thing was certain, she wasn’t in Hampshire anymore.