Diana's rented house was not far from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, about two streets away. It was a two-story building. There was a flower shop downstairs, while her studio and apartment were upstairs.
This street was famous as an artists' street. Many painters, sculptors, and spray-painting enthusiasts liked to rent places here, most following the same arrangement: a storefront on the first floor, with a studio and living quarters above. Diana's place was no exception.
The difference was that she did not create art herself, but worked as an art critic. As the Amazon Princess, her apartment was also used to receive people from all walks of life, so it was quite spacious and decorated with the wildness of Amazon style.
The whole house was built from raw wood, with wooden floors and walls. Rather than soft Vines, the decorative patterns mostly featured the rough textures of bark, vibrant branches and leaves, and animal fur. The furnishings were even more natural and primitive; the sofa was made from an entire bearskin.
The moment Bruce entered, he threw himself onto the large sofa in the sitting room, spread his arms, and let out a long sigh.
Clark examined the newly added artworks on the entryway shelves, while Diana set down her bag and said, "There are drinks and snacks in the fridge. Help yourselves. If you're tired, go sleep in the guest room, but under no circumstances are you allowed into my study—if my drafts go missing, I'll throw every last one of you into Fire God's furnace!"
Clark yawned. "I am a little tired. Lex has stockpiled a huge amount of Kryptonite, and staying at his place made me feel awful. I'm going to sleep for a while."
At those words, Bruce shot upright from the sofa and said,