Part 2 here! Thank you rawrsharpii (Thanks for that! I appreciate it), SakuraPheonix13 (:D haha thats good to hear on all accounts), and cew (Thank you! I know, Bruce is just so jealous that Diana's found a new man :D) for reviewing. So Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Enjoy.

Diana

We are full out glaring at each other. It is me against him until the very end. There will be no way out, no escape, and no way for either of us to forfeit this game without hurting either of our pride. He says that he is good, I say that I am better. There is only one way to find out and I can feel it in my bones that this will not turn out to be played just like any other ordinary game.

"Stripes or solids?" He questions before placing the cue ball at the front center.

"I'm solid gold, thank you very much." I answer with a teasing smile.

He just grins at me. "Okay then, solids it is. You going or not?" He asks, trying to sound impatient. As if I was the one holding up the game while trying to choose the right cue stick. We Amazons have learned how to use whatever sort of weapon that we have at the moment, wether it be straight or jagged, broken or whole, smooth or sharp, and still be able to execute an action as well as ever. After stating that out loud, Logan had finally just picked out a cue stick and thus the game has begun.

"After you." I say, and proceed to give him a slight mock bow before lifting the black triangle rack and placing it on the floor.

He gives me a little grunt in answer before leaning down close to the table. Holding the end of the cue stick loosely with his right hand, he begins to wrap his forefinger and thumb around the tip. With a swift, smooth movement, Logan smacks the tip of the cue stick against the white ball, and scatters the rest of the colored ones around the green surface.

Lifting his eyes up at me, he smirks right as two of the striped balls shoot into opposite end holes. I just raise a brow at him in response.

"Not bad." I comment. Now it is my turn and I plan to one up him. Instead of leaning down to the table surface, I stay standing and twist my body around so that way my back is facing the pool table. Placing the cue stick behind me, I grip unto it loosely and strike the ball. This action works in nailing three solid colored balls and shooting them down into the corner holes. Twirling my cue stick for extra flare, I full out smile at him.

He tears off his leather jacket and successfully throws it on the coat rack without looking. "You want to play that way? Fine by me darling. Fine... By... Me..." He rumbles out.

The next half hour is spent playing a hard core game of pool table. Logan has gone as far as sharpening his cue stick in order to even it out apparently. I just suspect that he is trying to show off. Questioning him on his ease with displaying his powers in public, he just answers by saying that practically everyone in the room is a mutant. With his answer, an idea pops into my head.

I counter attack his previous moves with a move of my own. Hovering up above the table, I do a little summersault and hang in the air upside down. Gripping my cue stick, I level my hands with the table and take my turn. He smiles at me, impressed at my creativity. But then he places his cue stick in his mouth, like a dog with a stick, and jumps upward. Latching unto the steel pipe jutting out from the ceiling, he hooks his legs over it and dangles upside down while simultaneously making his next shoot.

Landing on his feet, he then comes in close proximity with me and continues with his turn. Snaking his way behind me, he brings his cue stick out in front and grips it with both hands. This action succeeds in ensnaring me within the cage of his muscular arms. Once finished with that move, he then leaves as if nothing major had just happened. He is teasing me. Two can very well play that game.

Five Games Later:

"You my good Sir, have lost." I say, slamming a mug of beer before him on the pool table. He glares at me and grunts before taking the drink.

"Charlie! Start up the old cow!" He hollers over to him. Old man Charlie looks up from his station and can't help but grin at Logan.

"Lost the game did we now?" He chuckles as he winks at me.

"Yeah, yeah... lets just get this over with." Logan grumbles to himself while slinging his leg up over the back of the mechanical bull.

"Now who's in for a bumpy ride?" I call out, while crossing my arms across my chest. Placing the mug on his head and throwing his cigar into a smoke pit, he settles himself on the bull. Glancing at me, he frowns slightly.

"We'll see darling... We'll see..." Then without a moments notice the bill begins its wild ride. Liquid from the beer mug sloshes everywhere, soaking his hair and shirt.

"What'd you do to this old bull Charlie! Give it steroids!?" Logan hollers out as he digs his calves into the sides and grips the rope in order to stay on as best as he can. With a clang the beer mug falls off of his head and rolls to the ground.

"I haven't even turned it on yet!" Charlie mumbles to himself in disbelief.

I raise my brows in slight astonishment as I watch on. Someone or something, somewhere has jump started the bull. For at first glance the bull looks to be ancient. So ancient that a toddler could ride it. So how in the world it is able to execute such force and moves as these is a mystery to me.

A crowd of people immediately begin to gather around, apparently awed by this new development also. Logan begins to grin wildly, apparently enjoying this unexpected ride.

"Go Logan! Hold on! I know you can do it!" I say cheering him on and smiling despite myself.

All around fists begin to pump up into the air as bets are being placed and money is being handed off. Logan's ride has just been established as a betting pool.

His knuckles are white due to the tightness of his grip on the makeshift bridal. Drops of liquid from the mug run down the side of his face. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see old man Charlie frowning to himself and fiddling with the switches. His eyes grow slightly wider as he reads the numbers indicating the speed increase. He never intended for this bull to be ridden like it is now. The bull bucks, spins, and swerves in a violent whirlwind of force. Logan's hair whips around his face, beer being thrown all about, his brows are furrowed in concentration, with his jaw set and muscles bulging in strain against his sleeveless shirt.

"Come on Logan!" I growl out. "Hold on!"

My eyes are glued unto his form as the black animal, with smoke billowing out from it's nostrils, abruptly rears in an upward position. I can see that he is about to slide off of it's back and prepare to call out in fierce encouragement to try and stay on, but before I have the chance to do so, something glorious happens.

The sound of his claws extending from his knuckles rings through the air. Three claws shoot out from both, the left and right side of the bull's throat. An uproar follows this action, as everyone watches Logan cling on with renewed determination. Some groan, at the loss of their hard earned money, others whoop for joy. I can't help but smile and cheer. Diverting my gaze to the timer, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation.

The crowd begins to count down.

"10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

0...!"

The machine finally gives out in defeat. Smoke flows out not only from the nostrils, but the sides of its stomach and neck as well. The red eyes flicker on and off due to the internal and external damages inflicted by Logan. As soon as he retracts his claws, the head of the mechanical bull immediately pops off and lands with a loud thud on the ground. It's a wonder how it stayed running as long as it did. Logan jumps off of the bull and reaches down, grabbing the head by the horns. Raising a brow, he grins to the crowd.

"We'll, I guess that's the end of that." He comments.

I smirk at him, and he grins back. His teeth glint in the light, and an energized spark gleams within his eyes. I finger my necklace while watching him being praised by some of the older gents in the crowd. A few of the younger ones, stand back and watch with frowns or scowls, jealous of the attention he is gaining. One man in particular catches my attention. A man clothed in a long brown trench coat and a black cowboy hat. His hard set jaw speaks volumes of his current mood. His hands move swiftly, but I manage to catch sight of a small metal device. Almost as if it were a controller of some sort. I frown to myself in thought, but my attention is soon diverted by Logan who has come to a stand beside me.

"I think we should celebrate with a drink." He suggests.

"Alright, but no beer for me." I request with a raised brow and a grin.

Logan's P.O.V

In all my years, that I remember of course, I haven't known many people such as Diana. She is an excellent marks woman, competitive, daring and overall determined. Determined not to be beaten down, and someone who is not afraid to speak her mind. She is someone who can play on my level, and playing on my level she is.

It is turning out to be an overall good night. What could make it better though, is if that blasted Bruce Wayne wasn't here. Even during the games, I was keeping an eye on him. Watching him as he watched me. Every furious scowl, tightened fist, and swear word uttered under his breathe was known to me. He hated how comfortable Diana was becoming with me, the ease in which we were beginning to tease each other. If he had laser eyes, he would have already burnt my head off.

Out of the five games we played, she undoubtedly won. Throughout the game she would "accidentally" brush up against me, or in other cases place her hand over my own while leaning over the pool table in order to inspect the layout of the game. She knew what she was doing, and enjoyed playing the game immensely.

The bull ride was a bit surprising though, and I suspect someone had tampered with the machine. What a surprise they got once they realized that I didn't end up landing on my butt. Although, I have my suspicions on who it was.

Walking over to the bar I order another beer for myself and a Long Island Iced Tea for Diana. Looking into the crowd, I spy Bruce starring daggers at me. I can see that his impatience is growing thin. Leaning against the counter, I procedd to crack my neck and knuckles and smile at him. This action succeeds in infuriating him all the more.

Then something behind me suddenly catches his attention and a smirk begins to play on his lips. I turn my head in order to see what has gotten him in such a mood. I'm non too happy with he scene before me.

There Diana stands next to the bull while talking to another man. My eyes narrow as I take in his appearance. He's seems to be around his late twenties, and sporting a flashy AGV sport willow leather jacket. His dark hair is slicked back nicely, one ear is studded with a diamond, and his teeth are perfectly even and symmetrical. Probably had them surgically altered.

A growl emits from deep within my throat, as he places a hand on her arm in a friendly gesture. What's worse is that she is actually seemingly comfortable with it. He cracks a joke and she laughs in response, her musical voice reaches my ears.

Instinctively my hands clench at my sides and my nose flares as my breathing grows rapid. The man and the animal within does not approve of this interaction one bit. I can feel that my claws are beginning to draw themselves out from between my knuckles.

I barely comprehend the sound of two drinks being set down beside be, by now my attention is fully concentrated on the unknown man and Diana. A twinge of jealousy blazes within me as he begins to pull out his wallet. No doubt in order to try and give her his number.

That's it. My claws fully extend and I begin to stalk my way over to where they both stand.

"Logan..." Charlie calls out in warning, but it is no use. My mind has already been made up.

With a roar, I leap up over the pool table located between us and grab him by the collar of his coat. Slamming him into the wall, I let go of him and raise my fists until they are level with his jaw. With a snarl I slam both hands forward, claws first, and embed them into the wall. The shoulders of his coat become trapped between the two like a flys wings with pins on a whiteboard. The man stares at me in fear and desperately tries to shove me away, but it is no use. He's managed to upset the Wolverine.

Diana's P.O.V

One moment he was there and the next... Bam! He was gone.

In a flurry of sharp claws, snarling sounds and bulging muscles, Alex had disappeared. It didn't take me too long to figure out that it was Logan.

Oh Hera...

By now Logan had Alex pinned to the wall, his claws piercing through the shoulders of Alex's jacket. Alex looked terrified. Old man Charlie and a handful of other men ran over to Logan, prepared to try and pull him away, but after a thunderous roar from Logan they decide that it would be safer to leave him be.

Well, I will not stand for any of it. Of course it was flattering to know that Logan did care about me strong enough for him to actually feel jealous, but I won't let the poor man be beat up for it. Slowly I make my way through the crowd, and the men immediately create a path for me. I can see that Logans muscles are tensed and his breathing is heavy. Alex's eyes flit from his claws to his face then my own.

"Logan." I call out. My voice is stern yet soothing. Everyone quiets, eager to see what will happen next.

"Logan, you need to put Alex down." His fists clench harder and his claws dig deeper into the wall.

"So you know his name then, anything else you'd like to share?" He says lowly. I take a step closer. I do not fear Logan, but I don't want to provoke him into hurting Alex by accident.

"Logan, Alex is just a friend."

"Yeah, we'll he seemed to be getting a little too friendly with you, if you ask me." He rasps out. I'm close enough to where I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. Extending my hand, I loosely clasp his shoulder.

"Alex was in no way bothering me, or trying to hurt me, he is no threat to either of us. He just wanted to tell me how big of a fan his daughter is, and wanted me to sign something for her. That's all. You can let go of him now." I squeeze his shoulder in encouragement.

The tension ebbs away from his body, and finally he releases the man. Alex's feet collide with the ground, creating a small thumping sound. I smile apologetically to Alex before turning my full attention to Logan.

"Logan listen to my voice, and look me in the eyes." His breathing is still slightly haggard but he complies to my commands. Old Charlie shoos everyone away, leaving me alone to calm Logan down.

"Relax, you are in control." I say firmly. I place my hands on either side of his cheek and gaze into his eyes. Slowly the dark pools reside and are replaced with his normal eye color. His facial features relax and he reaches up to pull my hands away slowly. He runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry Diana. Sometimes the beast within just takes over, and I lose control."

"Logan, I'm not someone who can't handle herself around other men. Believe me, I've dealt with worse. Next time, just try and let me handle it. I promise that if I tire in dealing with some man, then I'll call you in for back-up." Releasing my hold on him, I cock my hip and cross my arms across my chest.

"I should have suspected that someone would have realized who I was, but still..." I playfully glare at him.

"You're right." He stares deeply within my eyes. "Im sorry. I didn't mean to ruin this night, I could have seriously hurt the guy." I take a deep breathe and nod my head, accepting his apology. He then raises his brow and grins at me before taking my hand.

"What?" I ask in question.

"Today is karaoke night and the signing already started." He answers simply. Diverting my attention to the crowd, I find that what he has said is indeed true.

Everyone is now with a partner and swaying to the song sung by that of a deep rich voice. In fact it sounds like a very familiar voice, but before I can inspect the singer, Logan twirls me out onto the dance floor roughly and we begin to slow dance. Closing my eyes, I rest my head on his shoulder and just relax.

Third Person P.O.V

Logan directs a wicked grin up toward the stage. It is a grin of victory and superiority, a grin that establishes him as the winner in the silent war that was raging throughout the night. For there on the stage stands a man clothed in a brown trench coat. He had been forced up there unwillingly by old man Charlie because of anonymous request. Oh how Logan loved karaoke night. He chuckles to himself in amusement. It was payback for the bull ride stunt.

So here is the end of this date, so sad, but if anyone has a request for something else, I'll like to hear what it is and see if I could do it. I was wondering if I should do like a B-Day part for Logan later on :p or something else since we are still in flashback mode. Let me know! Thanks everyone!