Ok so hopefully this chapter will answer some questions. Hope you enjoy it!

Oh also I realized that I originally said that it would all be one shots, but I guess there is a loose plot since eventaully this *waves hands in general direction of computer* will probably lead somewhere.

Diana POV:

Hhhhmmmm...spaghetti, meatballs, tomoto sauce, parmesean...What am I forgetting? I continued to wander aimlessly around the store racking my brain for the last thing I needed. Wine! Duhhhhh! Oh wow I have been hanging out with the Flash waaaayyyyy too much. Duh is not a thought that should occur in the mind or royalty.

I located the wine selection, my eyes skimming the shelves until settling on a good year that was decently prized.

After collecting that I walked toward the check out line. I felt excited. Thomas and I were celebrating the one month anniversary of him having lived across the hall. I volunteered to make dinner since he barely knows how to use his microwave. A small smile ghosted across my lips at the memory of trying to teach him how to use it.

I started tapping my foot in anticipation when I realized just how loooonnng the line was. My eyes drifted to the different headlines on the magazines. I may be a princess, but I'm still a gossip.

As I scanened the racks a face jumped out of me. It was a copy of the Gotham Gossip. The headline read, "Gotham knight Bruce Wayne leaves his sisters to fend for themselves: Read more inside!" What really caught my attention though was the very, very familiar face. I reached into my back pocket pulling out my phone. I quickly swiped through pictures until I found the picture I was looking for. It was the picture of Thomas I had taken for his contact picture. Only the threat of never talking to him again convinced him to finally let me take the picture. Now I know why it was so hard to get it out of him.

My eyes glanced back and forth between Thomas and Bruce. They definitely had the same strong jaw line, the rugged nose, the soft-looking black hair, and those eyes! There was no denying the eyes! Those eyes were dark oceans hiding submerged secrets determined to keep them in the dark even though the sun made them sparkle, trying oh so hard to bring them into its golden light. Looking between the two pictures it was the eyes that confirmed my suspicion.

I bought the magazine along with the rest of my groceries before returning home.

Thomas POV:

I knocked on Diana's door at exactly 6 o'clock.

"ONE MINUTE!"

I waited patiently leaning against the door frame. When I heard her unlocking the door I straigtened up. The door opened and I didn't know whether to laugh or drool. She was wearing a yellow sundress matched in brightness only by her smile. The dress showed off her long muscular legs. The red boots she normally wore hid just how long they were.

Traveling back upward to her face I reached the object, or rather spot, of my original amusement. There was a dop of...tomato sauce? on her cheek.

"Are we having spaghetti for dinner?"

"What? How did you know? I got paper bags specifically so you couldn't see what I got from the grocery store!"

"You have tomato sauce on your face."

Diana's hand wiped at her face, removing the offending food.

"Oops." She grinned at me, matching the curve of my lips.

After that we sat at her table and began eating. There was little talk because both of us were much more concerned with the delicious food rather than each other. After both of us had eaten to the point of contentment Diana broke out the wine pouring us both a glass. We toasted to a long friendship. Diana downed hers before placing the glass delicately back down on the table. Then she folded her hands in front of her, and instantly I knew I was in trouble.

Her hand snaked down to the bag beside the table and pulled out a magazine. She placed it on the table before sliding it over to me. She let me look it over for a few seconds before choking out, "why did you lie to me?"

"Diana, I...as Bruce Wayne people chase after me for money, for pity, to make sales pitches, to try and get in my pants. I just wanted to be myself. Without all the glamour."

"You didn't have to lie to me though. I would have accepted you. I'm not after money or fame."

"I agree. Now, I know that. When I first met you there was no way for me to tell if you were just another floozy or golddigger." I reached out grabbing her hands, "Diana at this point I know that you are past those things. That's why I haven't bothered bringing it up. Names and titles don't matter to you. Am I any different of a person now than I was yesterday?"

She glared down at our hands before jerkily retracting them and wrapping them around herself. "You're a liar."

"To give myself freedom. We would have never became friends if I didn't do this. I would still be in downtown Gotham in fancy restaurants being chased by girls and spending money on overpriced, mediocre spaghetti. Instead I get to enjoy free, amazing spaghetti in the company of a wonderful woman who actually has a brain."

Diana looked down at the table. Her cheeks had turned pink at the compliments. She composed hersef before answering smartly, "well now I know why you're so bad at cooking."

"What?"

"You. You're a terrible cook becuase you've always had other people to cook for you.

I smirked at the statement, "yeah, yeah that's true."

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. This was probably the first time it was ever akward.

Diana finally broke the silence "What is your family like?"

"Well, if you didn't know, both my parents, Martha and Thomas Wayne-"

"Do I call you Bruce or Thomas?"

I thought about it for a little before responding, "You can call me Bruce, just don't do it around other people."

"Ok."

"As I was saying, they are both dead. My butler, Alfred, has been with my family since my father was a child. He's been filling in as my father since my real dad died."

"What about your two sisters. I was reading online and it says they are children of a um, of another woman.

I groaned at the statement which caused a concerned glance from Diana. "No no it's not like that at all. That was just the story Alfred and I created for them. The older one, Barbara, she is also an orphan like me. Her mother died in child birth. Her father was Jim Gordan. He died during the big Joker fiasco two years ago. Jim was the detective who identified the murderer of my parents. When he died I felt obliged to take his child in. She's a sweet girl, and she's incredibly intelligent. She always knows about the newest technology. Julia, the other girl, is the daughter of Alfred. LIke I said before, Alfred is my closest familly, so when his daughter showed up at our door there was no question about taking her in. She's brash and coarse, but she's pretty good about quitting when she's ahead." They're both wonderful young woman."

Another few silent minutes passed before Diana answered "Can I meet them one day?"

"Of course."

We both continued to sit in silence, our words hampered by revelations.

Diana reached out for the wine bottle, pouring herself another full glass. She downed this one too.

"Thomas. Bruce. Whatever your name is. Can you please just leave for now. I promise I'm not mad anymore. I just need some time to...process."

"Diana I'll leave. I just need to know first- are we fine? Can we still be friends?"

"Oh gods yes. Bruce we most definitely still are friends. It's...me I'm concerned with. I just...I need to be alone for a while."

"Its ok I understand."

"Bye Bruce."

"Bye Diana."

I got up and made the way to the door alone. I opened the door and just before leaving I looked back. Diana sat at the table, head cradled between her hands with her hair hanging down, curtaining her face.

Diana POV:

Everything fell apart when I called him a liar. So stupid! I'm no different than him. Just like him I'm living a lie just like him for almost the exact same reasons. I've already dug out his real self. How long will it be until he figures out mine?