The burning warehouse fire had begun to die down. Not far away, two black-armored figures lay sprawled on the ground. As extras, they displayed remarkable professional dedication.
The director had said not to move, so until someone called cut, they remained perfectly still.
Farther away, a shameless couple lay sideways in an odd position. One showed only the back of his head, while the other stared speechlessly at the sky.
"Too slow. Whether it's Bruce or Wonder Woman, they're both such rookies. Why were they fighting so... Oh, I get it. Two rookies pecking at each other."
"Could you stop talking? I'm very uncomfortable."
"Give me a break. I should be the one saying that. Do you know the pain of not being able to breathe?"
Russell struggled to raise his head and shot Diana a disdainful glance. After complaining, he lay back down obediently.
"..."
Diana's eyes practically spewed fire. While cursing Russell to hell, she also threw in a few curses at that busty, brainless Wonder Woman.
"Diana, going to hell isn't a curse to me. But I'll write this down in my notebook. If you don't want me making things difficult for you later, come to my room tonight and explain yourself."
"Boss, are you sure there'll even be a tonight?"
"Why wouldn't there be? No matter which of those two up there wins, I'm still their good teammate. Why wouldn't there be a tonight?"
"..."
It made far too much sense. Diana found herself unable to argue.
"You're still young... No, you're not young at all. What I mean is, there'll be plenty of chances in the future. Follow me and learn slowly."
Russell shook his head slightly. Diana was still too young. She only knew how to charge headfirst into a confrontation, unaware that the