Running herself ragged
She's never been here before. She's the same old Wonder Girl as she's always been, she's just not the nastier, shallower version that everyone else seems to know. She doesn't know a Kon-El anymore, she doesn't know of any Tim Drake anymore other than the one that she just finally began to see. Diana's been working with the military, so she's doing speaking engagements, patrols, college, and everything else, so she's tired.
She looks like she probably hasn't slept well, or if at all, in weeks, and she takes a seat on the first cushy, comfy couch she can find, yawning and closing her eyes.
"So..." She sighs to anyone who will listen. "I'm not a hero. I'm a sidekick. But, I mean, I want to be a hero." She groans a little. "But I don't know how to ask for help. I feel like I'm not supposed to. Like I'm not allowed to."
She looks like she probably hasn't slept well, or if at all, in weeks, and she takes a seat on the first cushy, comfy couch she can find, yawning and closing her eyes.
"So..." She sighs to anyone who will listen. "I'm not a hero. I'm a sidekick. But, I mean, I want to be a hero." She groans a little. "But I don't know how to ask for help. I feel like I'm not supposed to. Like I'm not allowed to."