Ok, so Justin Timberlake is silly sometimes(ok most of the time)...but I'll admit, I still rather like his songs, particularly this one. The entire thing doesn't relate of course, but just a few words do. Still, it works. Thanks for your excellent feedback everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Extra uber special thank yous to Geeky BMWW Fan! I sent this to her a bunch of times and while in pieces and she never complained once. She helped me out a ton. Thanks, lady! CRDAS for you!

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Chapter Three: Cry Me a River

"...-Baby, go on and just...cry me a river...-" JT

THWACK

The sound and sight of anyone smacking head first into a tree was, for the most part, hilarious. Something straight out of 'America's Funniest Home Videos' or some such show where you laugh at someone else' s expense.

After Wonder Woman was beamed down to earth, that's exactly what had happened to at least one poor guy. A large amount of those around her stopped and gawked at the vision in blue.

Diana wasn't one to feel self-conscious, but she couldn't help it as people stood and stared. Even though she was told numerous times, Diana never felt like the most beautiful woman on the planet, and she often disagreed by pointing out her flaws (sometimes she had to make some up) or she merely laughed it off as a joke. But she wasn't comfortable with that title, as she considered true beauty to come from within and not just the outer appearance.

Truth be told, Diana felt like any other woman. Normal. And other than her meta abilities, she certainly wanted to be treated just as normal.

Some man, who was walking his dog out of Central Park, came straight up to her. "Will you marry me?"

She wasn't sure if he was being serious. "No. Sorry."

"Hey, I had to try," he said with a laugh while continuing to walk past her.

Just like typical New Yorkers, people stood and stared for only a few moments, and then returned to everyday life. Diana was thankful that the crowd was dispersing.

She quickly surveyed the area. The battle that had taken place earlier was hardly noticeable. Just a few indented pieces of asphalt and concrete which were both now barricaded by yellow caution tape and cones. Those holes were most likely created by Giganta and Shayera.

Diana thought about the strange device found on the ground which had created the holograms. Flash had taken it to Metrotower so a proper analysis could be done. A Leaguer was probably looking it over now. Someone like Batman no doubt ...

Diana stopped herself. She was going to have an evening to herself. Thinking about work wasn't relaxing her.

That reminded her... she promptly pulled out her com-link from her ear and placed it in her clutch purse. She didn't want any distractions, for at least a few hours or so.

"Diana?"

She swiveled around. It was King Faraday.

"Oh, hello," she replied sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just thinking over the fight beforehand...have you been standing there long?"

King started to slowly shake his head, "no I..." And then he, just like everyone else moments earlier, stopped and stared at her. He looked as though he needed to pinch himself. Diana could have been wearing a Hefty garbage sack and she would have gotten the same reaction .

"You look...amazing."

She smiled broadly. "Thank you." He certainly hadn't held back from dressing up either; she admired his perfectly fitted suit. "You look great too."

King grinned. "You're just saying that." He walked over and offered his arm, which she took and they started their jaunt through the city.

"You know, Soho might be a bit too casual. How about we go somewhere nicer?"

"I'll go anywhere."

The American cities Diana was somewhat familiar with were Gotham and ...mainly Gotham. Ok, Metropolis and Central City were the exceptions. New York was a fairly new experience, so she trusted King's judgment.

"I know just the place," King said as they walked arm in arm down Park Avenue, "and right off Central Park. Should we take a cab?"

"It's such a nice evening. Why don't we walk?"

"I couldn't agree more."

A few young guys glared at King as they strode past. King smirked while Diana pretended not to see them.

"Do you like French, Diana?"

"Do I like the French? I've been to Paris a few times. They seem nice..."

King shook his head and laughed. "Sorry. I meant, French cuisine."

Diana smiled. "I like food."

"Diana. I think I'm falling in love with you," he said with a laugh.

She merely smiled, as she was unsure how to respond. She quickly changed the subject by blurting out the next question that came to mind.

"Uh, so... why is your name King? Did you give your parents a hard time with that one?"

He shook his head. "Actually my full name is Kingston. I was conceived in Kingston, New Hampshire, although Jamaica would have been more exciting. And I guess my parents thought they were being innovative. Over time it was just shortened and it stuck."

"Well it's a great name."

"Coming from a princess, that's a pretty nice compliment."

"The King and the princess is kind of funny, isn't it?"

King laughed, "At least one of my co-workers thought so."

Over the next few minutes, they continued their conversation onto everything from Themyscira's weather to how Lex Luthor keeps his head so shiny. Before long the couple found themselves at the entrance of an ornate building situated between other large buildings and plenty of green trees. A gold placard out front luxuriously displayed the name, 'Sussex House'.

At first, Diana was disappointed. The restaurant looked like a typical Bruce Wayne haunt. But her interest was piqued as soon as King gave his reasons why they were there.

"The chef here, Allain Ducard, he's the best of the best. Not to mention yours truly once saved his life during a black ops mission while stationed in Brussels."

"Wow, really?" King's conversation material was certainly more gratifying than most men of Patriarch's world had to offer.

"Belgian police were aiding us track down a French arms dealer. And in a misunderstanding, the man we were tracking had also taken Allain hostage. Long story short, the arms dealer is now...incapacitated. And Allain is now the head chef of one of the most successful restaurants in New York City."

"How interesting," Diana said while walking through the door held open by King. "Will we be able to meet him?"

She spoke too soon. Once Diana was through the front door, a large man greeted her and then shook King's hand furiously.

"Monsieur King! What a pleasant surprise. I saw you through the main windows... your hair is very distinguishable, non?" He laughed jovially, and then turned his attention to Diana. "And what a lovely date!" He noticed her bracelets and raised a questioning brow. "Wonder Woman? How wonderful... forgive my pun." He promptly placed a kiss on each of her cheeks.

Diana wasn't offended, as she knew the customs of most... Europeans. King, on the other hand, looked a little miffed that Chef Allain knew Diana all of two seconds and had already kissed her. Twice.

Diana smiled, "C'est charmant pour vous rencontrer, Chef Ducard."

"Merci, vous aussi." Allain then turned to King and gave him a sly grin. "She's pretty and she's smart. She's a keeper."

King and Diana both gave an awkward laugh, and the maitre d' led them to their seats... which just happened to be one of the best in the house. And it was near a viewing of area of couples dancing while men in tuxedos played stringed instruments.

"King, so far this night...has been a lot of fun," Diana said after watching couples in extravagant clothes twirl to the classical music.

King smiled. "Well, I'm glad you feel that way."

After a waiter came over bringing champagne while saying, 'compliments of the chef,' King and Diana talked on a more personal level.

"I hope not to pry, but have you been on a date before?"

Diana was surprised at first at his direct question, but his tone suggested that he wasn't insincere.

"Actually... I have a few times. Though they were a tad more 'unofficial' than this." She secretly hoped that he wouldn't ask who they were with.

And he didn't. He only smiled. "Well that's good. I hope this is going to be one of your best so far."

"Well. So far it has," she said raising her champagne flute, he followed suit and they touched glasses with a soft clink.

King looked over at the live music, "Maybe we can dance later."

"I'd love that."

They mulled over their menus for a minute, making final decisions.

"The special looks fantastic. But everything looks wonderful," Diana said after a moment of silence.

"Everything befitting a princess."

She looked up at him and smiled.

King decided to further the subject, "So what's it like being royalty anyway?"

Diana, mid-sip of her champagne, was about to answer until King continued while looking over her shoulder, "Speaking of which... looks like the Prince of Gotham just walked in."

Diana sucked her drink straight into her windpipe. And started a long and loud coughing fit. Very befitting of a princess indeed.

"Diana?? You all right?"

She held up a hand, indicating she was just fine. "Yeah..." she squeaked and then coughed again. "I...I'm going to use the bath...room for a second."

She gave him a reassuring smile but on the inside, she was furious.

Bruce had walked in with a platinum blond in a tight metallic dress on his arm. They were both giggling about something, looking as if they had nothing better to do than grace the restaurant with their presence.

Fortunately, the man Diana was trying to avoid at all costs hadn't seen her cough up a lung.

She quickly ran to where the ladies room was located, and instead of entering, she swung around the corner to spy on him . The spot near the restroom was perfect; she could see it all while not being seen herself. Although a woman leaving the room practically ran into Diana after opening the door, and she glared at the Amazon while returning to her seat.

Diana hardly paid attention.

She was too busy staring at the couple who, Diana now noticed, were strolling hand in hand. Clenching her teeth, she then narrowed her eyes and watched in horror as the maitre d' placed them directly across from where she and King were sitting.

This cannot be happening.

One of the numerous reasons that was irritating her about the entire thing, Bruce had no substantial reason to be in New York City or in this particular restaurant for that matter. And nothing he could do or say would convince her otherwise.

Bruce should have been in Gotham. Or some other Wayne friendly city. The restaurants available to his choosing were endless. And, yet, he chose hers.

It angered her beyond reason.

Diana also couldn't help but glare at the blond sitting with him. She felt a sudden twinge of jealousy in the pit of her stomach.

And then it dawned on her.

Diana, despite her intelligence, still didn't know how men worked half of the time. And while Shayera and Wally (mainly Shayera) pushed for Diana to make Bruce jealous, she still was unsure if she wanted to at all. It wasn't her intention to play with someone's emotions, especially when she loved that person.

While being caught up in the excitement of a real date with someone who was genuinely into her, Diana had forgotten about her ploy to make Bruce green with jealousy.

And now it was painfully obvious. Bruce was using his own envy against her, by making her jealous in return.

Being a woman in this emotional poker game, she had the better hand and she could lethally raise the stakes. She knew women in Man's World could be devious and catty, and if she was going to show Bruce that he was missing out... well she'd just have to play it right.

Without missing a beat, Diana straightened her posture to a regal poise and strode forward with all the grace and formality she could muster.

A slight pouty smirk danced upon her lips, evil in intent. Two can play this game.

Despite the jumbled nerves coursing through her system, she was able to walk past Bruce's table without giving him the slightest hint of acknowledgement.

A thought hit her suddenly, and she turned and looked over at him coyly.

"Bruce Wayne? It's great to see you again." Diana made sure her voice was as sultry but sarcastic as possible.

Bruce smiled back, just as evilly. "It's good to see you too." He pointed to his date, the girl who was giving Diana the once over. "And this is my date, Rachel."

"It's Raquel, Bruce." She made a face at him but then she started giggling as if he had just made some outrageous joke. Raquel turned her attention back to Diana. Bruce was most likely sure that his date was going to make some snide remark to the Amazon.

That's not what happened.

"Oh. My...You're Wonder Woman! I love you." She turned to Bruce, "I really do love her."

"I believe you," Bruce barely mumbled with an eye roll.

Diana gave a toothy grin and noticed Bruce melt a bit. He sure knew how to pick mindless dates.

"Thanks. Maybe I can autograph something later." Diana waved her hand as if she was dealing with a silly fan. "Have a nice evening."

Before turning to leave, she noticed Bruce's jaw clench.

Meanwhile, King was staring at her admirably and watched her walk over to the table.

"You had me worried," he commented.

Diana replaced her sly grin with a genuine smile.

"Sorry about that."

King looked relieved. "No, it's fine. You're fine and that's all that matters. Although, our waiter was getting quite impatient, I ordered the special for you...but you can threaten him into giving you something else."

"That sounds great actually," Diana said quietly, keeping her eyes locked firmly onto King's. She was fighting the urge to look over at Bruce.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and while Diana reached for King's hand, she stole a glance at Bruce.

He was looking at her intently and she saw him visibly tense when she touched King. It made Diana laugh maniacally on the inside.

Bruce was hating every moment of this.

Too bad.

Diana grabbed King's hand. "Let's dance."

Before her date could answer, she had pulled him up.

"Ok. Why not?" King said leading her to the dance floor.

Diana could hear Bruce's date whine in a frilly voice, "Brucie, let's go dancing too."

Diana felt the urge to throw up. Brucie? You have got to be kidding me.

The next song the orchestra played was a soft rhythmic ballad.

Perfect.

Diana rested her head on King's shoulder. He seemed surprised at first.

"Thanks for making this evening great," she added quietly.

"Anything for you."

Suddenly, Bruce and Raquel ran straight into them, jostling the couple apart.

"Bruce, I thought billionaires knew how to dance," Raquel complained while shaking her head. Bruce was glaring at Diana while his date was smoothing things over. "Sorry Wonder Woman and Wonder Woman's date."

Meanwhile, Diana was glaring back at Bruce with an intensity that could have bore wholes through him.

King didn't seem to mind the slight encounter. "It's no problem." He half-danced, half-walked to the other side of the dance floor while whispering to Diana. "Too much champagne already. I didn't know Bruce Wayne was a lush."

Diana laughed evilly. "You have no idea what I know."

King looked intrigued, but then raised a brow. Diana just realized that she basically admitted to knowing Bruce on a more personal level.

"We...er I met him once in Paris...and ..." she stammered.

King merely smiled, "No need to explain, I know that you're too good for somebody like him."

For some reason, Diana especially liked that King had said that to her.

"Aww, you're so sweet."

Just then the song ended, and those who were dancing and dining applauded. The head orchestra player took a bow and then spoke in his thick German accent saying, "For this next song, we will play a Viennese Waltz."

Diana knew was what was about to happen. "We need to get off the dance floor."

"Hate the waltz? Can't say I blame you," King said.

But before she could explain, it was already too late. Once the orchestra had started up again, Bruce was already there, waiting.

"May I cut in." It wasn't a question so much as it was an announcement.

In a matter of seconds, and to the surprise of his date, he flung Raquel at King and grabbed Diana's wrist.

Diana was about to flip him on his head, but she decided to hear what he had to say.

The tense moment between them brewed as Bruce expertly placed his hand on her lower back and roughly pulled her as close to him as possible.

Diana put her right hand in his left in a gruff manner, while he led. Neither were desiring to go gentle on the other.

She craned her neck over to glance at King, who was unfortunately having to entertain the clingy Raquel for the next few minutes.

Diana gave a short snide laugh, breaking the silence. "Where did you get her, were you that desperate? Did she call the Bruce Wayne emergency hot-line?"

He was obviously going to ignore that, so she decided to ask the question what was weighing down on her mind.

"What are you doing here, Bruce?"

He continued to stare her down as they danced together and he completely avoided her question, "What are you doing?" He looked her straight in the eye but she didn't back down. "A member of the Justice League on a date with the new Justice League liaison? Seems a bit disreputable, and that's not your style."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Disreputable? Why don't you just say you're jealous and we can get this over with."

Bruce narrowed his eyes at her and made sure to keep his voice low. "How do you know Agent Faraday isn't just using you to get information? He's a former counter-espionage agent, not some pencil pusher randomly chosen by Washington. It seems fitting. Why not pick up the best looking, but least experienced woman in the League."

"Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special. I guess that's to be expected from the best looking, but most paranoid man in the League." Diana was doing well keeping her voice low also, despite the fact she wanted to yell in his face.

"Why don't you leave before you embarrass yourself?"

Diana increased her grip on Bruce's hand and she saw him wince slightly.

"Why don't I just kill you and make it look like an accident?"

"Very funny."

Diana smirked. "Oh, I think it is. I can see the headline now, 'billionaire playboy crushed by own ego'."

"Knock it off."

"You knock it off."

Diana then sighed; their banter had reached a highly immature level and it was leading them no where. "I'm leaving you alone and moving on. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Bruce continued to glare at her while staying quiet. But she noticed he now looked defeated.

And she continued, "Now I'm doing something that I want, Bruce. So just let it go and leave me alone."

It was now her turn to stare him in the eyes. But deep down, regardless of all the annoyance and aggravation he put her through, she wanted to be on a date with him. And it was more than painfully obvious that he did too.

But he had issues. And Diana was more than sick of dealing with them.

He continued to look at her in a way that made her uncomfortable, since Diana knew she had just purposefully hurt him. Thankfully, the song finally ended.

Diana released his hand and turned and walked away with out saying another word.

King looked relieved he could get Raquel off of him.

"Well, that was fun," he said rather sarcastically. He gave a short side glance to Diana, who was quiet while she watched Bruce up and leave, without saying word to his blond friend who was flailing behind him.

"Diana?"

She was so intently focused on him walking away, that she hadn't realized that King had been talking.

"Are you ok?" he asked again.

She grabbed his hand and walked back to their table with him. "I've never been better."

"I can't believe we're doing this. It's so wrong. You know, Diana will kill us if she finds out... and there is nothing that Nth metal can do to stop her," Shayera said matter-of-factly, but then she sighed. "I need to get out more."

Flash turned his head to look at her while stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth, "Whataboutspmmmgtshkkk."

"I'll start listening to you when you swallow. And no, super speed won't help you either."

Flash finished his popcorn. "Hey, I set up that video recording device thingee on her purse... because it was your idea."

"No," Shayera turned to look at him. "It was your idea, Wally. You wanted to spy on Diana's first real date and make sure everything went smoothly."

Both Leaguers were propped on Shayera's bed watching a small flat screen on her desk. So far they had heard and seen almost everything.

"I can't believe Bruce showed up," Shayera said with a shake of her head but then she stopped to think it over. "Well...actually I can..."

"I can't believe King's full name is Kingston. It's like he's Gwen Stefani's son or something," Flash muttered. "Oh and the Bruce thing. Yeah. He's a jerk. But did you see that girl he was with? So hot...Ok, not Diana hot, but hot nonetheless."

Shayera gave him a look before saying, "Well, I'm glad our little 'idea' is only between us. Nobody else should know."

Just as Shayera finished talking, there was a knock and her door slid open.

Elongated Man stretched in. "What did I miss? I come bearing gifts known as Ben and Jerry's!"

Shayera growled a bit and turned to glare at Flash who was feigning innocence.

"Can you say no to a man who has ice cream?"

Shayera was about explode, until a strange noise prompted all three to turn their attention back to the small tv.

Diana had apparently found the tiny camera. The screen was now a fuzzy snow storm.

Shayera was the first to speak. And then Flash followed.

"Oh great."

"We. Are. So. Dead."

Alrighty! Let me know what you thought. This was the longest chapter so far...You probably noticed.

E- Thank you! Yeah, King is pretty cool. Glad you thought so too!

Colors- I'm really glad you liked this. Thank you!! I certainly know what you mean about those smaller moments where two characters can get heated up. I wanted to incorporate that into this latest chapter as well. And you are right, Bats deserves to be jealous for once. lol Thanks again:)

Anonymous- I'm glad you liked this, thanks! Yeah I rather like King too. Even if he doesn't end up with Diana in the end, at least he's still a cool character. And even though their date was sort of interrupted it wasn't too bad. Thanks for your review:)