Love And Leather (Dc Girls X Male OC)

Season 2 Episode 18: Holding On Pt. 2

John's eyes fluttered open, his senses gradually returning from the depths of drowsiness, as he was stirred by the faint beeping of his communicator in his pocket. He moved slowly, still halfway between wakefulness and sleep, his movements languid. His hand found its way to his pocket, and he retrieved the small device, intending to silence it, believing it was a routine text message.

However, as he opened the device, he was notified that he had missed over 100 unread text messages. John's drowsiness evaporated, replaced by a surge of surprise and concern. He couldn't help but wonder what had prompted such a barrage of messages.

His thumb hovered over the option to respond to any of his teammates, the weight of his responsibilities, and the events of the past few days pressing on him. He considered reaching out but reconsidered, not wanting to burden them with his troubles and needs.

With a sigh, he shut the lid on the yellow communicator, noticing the new scratches that adorned it. He realized that they must have come from his fight with Nicholai. The memory of that confrontation, when he had leaped down to confront the fake cameramen, came flooding back. It was a stark reminder of the tumultuous events that had brought him to this point, and John couldn't help but wonder what other mysteries and challenges lay ahead on their mission to save Princess Vladek.

A soft hand gently stroking his hair brought John back from his thoughts. Slowly, he rolled over to see Wonder Woman smiling down at him. For a moment, she paused as their eyes met, but her smile remained, and she continued to pet his head with an affectionate gesture.

With a small sigh of contentment, John inquired.

John: "How long was I out for?" He was curious about the duration of his unintended nap.

Wonder Woman, still smiling, gave her response.

Wonder Woman: "Oh, not too long, just an hour." Her voice carried a soothing quality that matched the gentle stroke of her hand.

John couldn't help but relish the feeling of Wonder Woman's hand on his head. Her touch was comforting, like a lullaby, and he felt a deep sense of peace in that moment. He closed his eyes again, enjoying the moment of tranquility as he murmured.

John: "Your hand feels so soothing. I don't want to get up, but I bet your legs have gone numb by now."

The bus continued its journey down the nearly empty highway, its gentle shudders providing a rhythmic backdrop to the passengers' thoughts. With only a few people on the bus, the atmosphere was serene. A group of three old women sat together, their hands skillfully moving with knitting needles as they created intricate patterns using almost glowing white thread. A lone man occupied a seat nearby, engrossed in reading a newspaper.

Amid this tranquil scene, Wonder Woman couldn't help but express her willingness to provide John with a safe and comfortable space to rest his head. Her voice carried a hint of amusement as she said.

Wonder Woman: "John, I'm willing to sacrifice some discomfort in exchange for you having a safe space to rest."

A small chuckle escaped John's lips, and he responded with gratitude, his affection for Diana evident in his words.

John: "Thank you, Mom."

However, at that moment, time seemed to stand still. Wonder Woman abruptly stopped petting John's head, her heart skipping a beat as his words resonated deeply within her. Her eyes widened with surprise, her thoughts racing. John's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, his face burning with the sudden realization of what he had just said.

Stammering, Wonder Woman asked, her voice trembling.

Wonder Woman: "D-did you just call me, Mom?"

John's embarrassment intensified, and he quickly sat up and turned away from her, his face a deep shade of crimson.