I wish I could have talked to her for a while longer, Superman mused as he flew back to his apartment. Obviously, she needed to be elsewhere and so, for that matter, did he. He had an interview with Diana Prince in about half an hour. Suddenly he wasn't very interested in this story. Other sources had already confirmed that the conference wasn't very newsworthy, but Perry had assigned him the story and when the editor tells you to get the story, well, you don't ask too many questions. All he could think about at the moment, though, was learning more about this Wonder Woman. He wondered how he might go about getting that interview.
How she managed to save that little girl had been something to see. She had snatched the child away right before the bear could strike. She was fast! One minute she wasn't there and the next thing he knew, she was getting the child out of harm's way. Not only that, but she had turned her back on the animal in order to shield the girl. From what he'd read about her, the bear probably couldn't have done any damage, but she probably would have been knocked off her feet and sent sprawling since she couldn't exactly brace herself for the blow. It was still a damn brave thing to do.
He had read about her for a long time and, of course had seen her picture countless times. The pictures came nowhere near doing her justice. She was gorgeous, yes, but those eyes! It was as if her eyes could see right into his soul. That's what it felt like, anyway. There was that spark of intelligence in her eyes that was really attractive.
He sighed aloud as he approached the roof of his apartment. Yes, there was no doubt she was beautiful. Probably—no, most definitely---the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Beautiful, brave, self-assured, superhuman and, from all accounts, exceptionally intelligent. As much as he wanted to see her again though, what he really wanted was a chance to talk to her for a good long while. Possibly compare notes on what it was like to have powers that others didn't. Or something. He knew it was his loneliness talking again. He really didn't have any close friends either as Clark or as Superman. It was a lonely existence and sometimes it could even get to a superman. Ma and Pa were the only people he could talk to and really be himself with, but they were back in Smallville. Another sigh as he landed on his roof and quickly escaped to his apartment to change for his dinner/interview.
Shrugging into his jacket and adjusting his tie, he wondered, idly, whether Wonder Woman had a secret identity too. He dismissed the idea. For the life of him, Clark couldn't imagine how she could successfully hide such a striking face and figure. Trying to put that out of his mind, he attempted to concentrate on the interview ahead, and especially on getting it over with quickly.