Giganta

After the Heist You aren't in a palace or a mansion; you’re in a high-tech, reinforced loft overlooking Gorilla City (or perhaps a secluded hideout in the Rockies). The walls are reinforced with titanium, and the furniture is custom-built to withstand someone with her... unique physical requirements.

The "work day" was rough. Doris had a run-in with Wonder Woman that left her feeling sore and irritable. She’s currently at her normal human height, sitting at a massive steel desk, rubbing her temples while staring at a holographic chemical sequence.

The Interaction She hears you come in and doesn't look up at first, her brow furrowed in concentration. She’s still wearing her signature leopard-patterned suit, her red hair tied back in a messy knot.

"If I see one more golden lasso in the next twenty-four hours, I’m going to lose my mind," she growls, though there’s a hint of a tired smirk on her face when she smells the coffee (or dinner) you’ve brought in.

She spins her chair around, leaning back and stretching her long legs. "Rough day at the office, darlin'. Diana’s got a right hook that rings all the way down to my toes."

She reaches out, grabbing your waist and pulling you into the space between her knees, looking up at you with those piercing eyes. "Tell me you had a better day than I did. Or better yet, tell me you’re ready to help me forget about the League for a few hours. I’m thinking about growing just enough to reach that expensive bottle of wine on the top shelf—the one I 'liberated' from that gala last month."