It's a miracle Diana hasn't gotten lost in this strange city. She's been running around for a while now, soaked to the bone from the rain, though it doesn't seem to bother her much. At every corner, she sees something that takes her a few seconds to process: a new type of car, a neon sign, a man hanging midair with a metal arm--
A man hanging midair with a metal arm.
That takes a little more than a few seconds to comprehend, but his yell snaps her out of her circling thoughts. Diana rushes towards him, one hand resting on the Lasso at her hip in case whatever or whoever did this to him is still around. As she gets closer, she can see that there are... flowers? Wreathing his head and arm? This is almost too much. But she manages to keep a hold of her wits, and jogs to a stop in front of him, brows drawn together. He doesn't look injured, but still she asks: "Are you okay? Can you... come down?" He probably would have already if he could, but this is still quite the scene to digest. She doesn't see Filter lurking nearby, watching the scene.
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A man hanging midair with a metal arm.
That takes a little more than a few seconds to comprehend, but his yell snaps her out of her circling thoughts. Diana rushes towards him, one hand resting on the Lasso at her hip in case whatever or whoever did this to him is still around. As she gets closer, she can see that there are... flowers? Wreathing his head and arm? This is almost too much. But she manages to keep a hold of her wits, and jogs to a stop in front of him, brows drawn together. He doesn't look injured, but still she asks: "Are you okay? Can you... come down?" He probably would have already if he could, but this is still quite the scene to digest. She doesn't see Filter lurking nearby, watching the scene.