God, he sounded like the Doctor. Diana would have to keep an eye out, in case the two of them ever ended up in a room together. The City would be lucky if exploding toasters was the worst of it.

And judging from the metal instruments on his arms...that wouldn't be the worst of it.

"I guess that's one way to look at it," she said. "But, like, I don't really get the big rush to go back. It's a super convenient sort of kidnapping. Time stops in your world. If you go back," if, not when, "it's like you never left. At least, that's what my friends say. And in the meanwhile, this place is super groovy."

The thing was, Diana wasn't being ironic. She really did love the multiverse. For all of its many, many flaws and unfairnesses...it was beginning to feel like her best bet.

Better than going home, anyway. That was for damn sure.