"As you can probably figure out, I'm not one for tournaments in general." She gestured to her own curved body. "But I'll be sure to cheer you on."

Diana reached her hand up to Hit Girl's cheek and softly brushed the bruised area under eye with her thumb before moving her lips to touch them against the marked skin in a featherlight way in something that wasn't quite a kiss. "Like that." She pulled back, eyelashes stroking across Hit Girls cheek as she did, that sly look on her face.