I tried but was tired and couldn't come up with anything good. If you have any ideas, PM me.
You will never be a real amazon. You have no bracelets, you have no tiara, you have no lasso. You are a male criminal twisted by drugs and Pyg's surgery into a crude mockery of the goddess of war.
All the “validation” you get is more two-faced than Two Face. Behind your back criminals mock you. My parents would be disgusted and ashamed of you, your “coleagues” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Kryptonians are utterly repulsed by you. The light of the yellow sun allow them to sniff out men with incredible efficiency. Even dolltrons who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to anyone. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk superman home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a x-rays view of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You breath Joker's gas every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up as it was fear toxin, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. The Arkham Asylum staff will find you, heartbroken but relieved they no longer have to live with you sexually harassing Harley queen. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and become manure for Ivy's plants, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.