Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long. I've been sick the past few days. Thanks so much for the support! And yes , most of your suspicions are right, but I won't confirm it verbatim just yet. There's no story without a little bit of mystery! What do you all think of my writing style? Let me know in the reviews, thanks!

Diana POV:

Things between Bruce and I quickly returned to normal. Afternoons spent eating takeout, watching cheesy sitcoms, and talking became the expectation. Of course sometimes they were interrupted for me by JLA emergencies. Bruce also was occasionally called away be work. He always babbled something about having to close a muti-million dollar deal or such. We both understood that our jobs came before our social lives.

Today Bruce and I have plans to watch "The Breakfast Club" at his apartment. I am looking forward to the pizza! Right now though I just wish I could get this stupid fan to work. The AC is broken in my apartment and it's the middle of July. What I wouldn't give for a dip in the cool lakes on Themyscira right now.

After failing to bring life to my lifeless fan I settled for taking a cold shower.

15 minutes later I stepped out of the shower, patting myself dry with a towel. I opted to ignore the second towel I normally used to dry my hair deciding the we hair might keep me cooler at least a little longer. In my room now I threw on a bra and a loose tank top. I decided to finish out the look with a pair of short, breathable running shorts. I quickly ran a brush through my slick hair before returning to my living room.

After testing the fan one last time I padded bare foot on the soft carpet crossing the hallway to Bruce's door. I knocked on the door and waited only a few seconds before the door clicked open. Bruce's warm smile greeted me. Even warmer was the wave of air that rushed out the open door.

I groaned before asking, "your AC's broken too isn't it?"

He grinned at my obvious displeasure before answering simply, "yep."

"Damn. And here I thought I might be able to escape this stupid heat wave." I walked in and looked around. After a quick perusaul I realized that despite the lack of AC, the weather wouldn't be nearly as hot as in my apartment.

Confused by my change in mood from miserable to content Bruce closed the door before turning and asking, "what?"

"You have a working fan. Lots of them actually."

Before he could answer the door bell rang. Bruce walked over to the door, pausing to quickly glimpse out the peephole. When the door opened the tantalizing smell of fresh pizza drew me to the door. I graciously took the box while Bruce dug in his pocket for cash. I pranced away, elated by the pizza, while he doled out a wad of bills to the delivery boy.

By the time Bruce finished I had already claimed a spot on the couch. I sat cross legged with the open box balanced between my knees.

"Hungry I see."

I grunted through the bite in my mouth with a cheeky smile lighting my face.

Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes before turning away and popping the dvd in. Then he settled down on the couch and started on his first slice just as the first scene of the movie began to play.

An hour later and I had long ago moved the empty pizza box to the coffee table. I began to rake my hands through my hair pulling it into the shape of a ponytail. Just as I reached for the hairtye on my wrist Bruce's hand stopped me.

I looked up at him cocking one eyebrow.

His hand began to pull back my fingers one by one until only my palm rested against the air where my hair had been.

"Leave your hair down Diana. It's so pretty when it's down."

I froze locked in his gaze, suddenly realizing how heated it had become. He finally took his hand off mine, and I lowered the hand on to my lap doing my best to ignore the hot, tingling sensation from where our skin had touched. I finally looked down my cheeks burning from the sudden intensity between the two of us. Once I was sure my cheeks weren't red I looked back up at the screen, feigning interests. I kept trying to steal stealthy glances, but everytime I did, so did Bruce.

When the end credits rolled Bruce quickly stood up to take the dvd out.

I yawned, this time feigning interest in sleep.

"It's getting late, and I'm ready to hit the hay. Thanks for the movie and pizza Bruce," I said moving toward the door.

"Yeah." Bruce opened the door and I stepped out. "Goodnight Diana."

I looked across the door feeling the intense passion return. I mentally shook it off before being able to calmy say "Goodnight Bruce."

The door closed and I turned around, walking back to my apartment.

Bruce POV:

I stood at the door for a good ten minutes after closing it. Finally I slammed my clenched fist against the wall. Damn it. Damn it Bruce. Your letting yourself get to close to her.