Chapter 9
Watchtower; May 29th, 10:32 EST
Diana flipped through the large stack of papers in her hand, realizing that she and Bruce had more work to do when it came to the monitor duty shift schedule. A stack of requests for July had been misplaced only to be found in her mailbox this morning.
She released an annoyed sigh, wishing they would hurry up and get the online vacation process up and running sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, it was rather low on the list of things that needed to be taken care of around here, other things holding a far higher priority.
Things like the meteor shower that was supposed to hit the Watchtower soon had taken up quite a bit of time and preparation to make sure the floating satellite could withstand the treacherous assault. Having helped place reinforced panels on the exterior of the Watchtower for the last week, she was certain they would be fine.
Still, she knew that Bruce was concerned. They had made certain all transporters were fully operational in case they needed to perform an emergency evacuation. They'd also scaled down on the number of civilian staff members and Leaguers that were on the 'Tower for the twenty-four-hour window in which the meteor shower was supposed to hit.
She had volunteered to be one of the founders on board the Watchtower to ensure that everything went well. She wouldn't be surprised if Bruce showed up here despite her and Kal's repeated reassurances that everything would be fine. His paranoia would not let him rest unless he was here as well.
"Wondy!"
Diana looked to her left to find Flash suddenly appearing at her side. "Hey, Wally."
"So, do you think we'll see some action today with the meteor shower?"
"Let's hope not," she replied. "I'd hate to have to replace all those panels on the outside of the Watchtower again."
"Wonder Woman!"
Wally and Diana turned to find Tyler running down the corridor towards them with a box in his hand. "What is it?" Diana asked, concern causing her brow to wrinkle. "Is everything all right?"
"Yah, this box just came for you," Tyler informed her as he came to a stop before them, trying to catch his breath as he handed her the box. "Hey, Flash."
"What's up, Ty?" he asked, clapping him on the back. "Are we still on for our racquetball game tomorrow in training room three?"
"As long as you don't use your super speed again," Tyler told him.
"It was purely an accident…I swear!" Flash exclaimed.
"Right," Tyler said with a laugh before turning his attention to Diana. "Reena told me it was very important that you get this right away."
"Reena at the planet-side processing base?" Flash asked.
"Yah, she made it a point of bringing it with her when she came up to see Randy," Tyler revealed.
"Are they finally dating now?" Wally questioned him, his elbow resting on Diana's shoulder as he chatted with Tyler.
"Yah, they just got together last week," he informed him.
"Really? Thought it'd be at least another two months before that happened," Flash responded with an incredulous shake of his head. "Did you hear that Hawk finally asked Ice out?"
"No way!" Tyler exclaimed.
Diana looked between the Flash and Tyler as they gossiped, wondering how in the world Wally managed to keep up with every single staff member's personal life. She knew the names of most of the staff on the Watchtower, but she didn't think she knew the names of anyone at the planet-side base or really anything about their personal lives.
"Thank you, Tyler," Diana finally interrupted. "I'll talk you two later."
"See you, Di," Flash called to her as she walked away.
Entering the Monitor Womb, Diana made her way to J'onn, wanting to check in with him with the meteor shower lingering so close. "How are things going?"
J'onn smiled slightly as he turned towards the Amazon princess. "Quiet so far," he replied. "The meteor shower is supposed to hit very soon, though."
"I'm going to start making rounds to ensure that everything is secure," she informed him. "Call me if you need me."
"I will," he agreed, his gaze falling on the present in her hand. "I see you received a gift."
"I'm afraid I have a secret admirer," she revealed with a sigh.
"Do you have any idea about this admirer's identity?"
"No, I have no clue," she told him as she looked at the wrapped gift in her hand.
Diana looked at the rectangular box wrapped in silver paper. She couldn't help wondering what her secret admirer had sent her this time. While flattering to be paid such attention, it was rather unnerving to be sent gifts by someone that she didn't even know for certain. She wished this person would make themselves known. She certainly didn't appreciate all this secrecy.
"Maybe it could turn out to be someone special," he suggested.
Diana released a sigh. "Bruce thinks it's dangerous and wants it to stop."
A small smirk adorned the Martian Manhunter's face as he gave her a knowing look. "What do you think?"
"I'm not worried about it, but you know how paranoid Batman can be," she said as she ripped open the wrapping paper. "He swears this is dangerous. Why can't he just trust me to handle myself?"
"Because he's Batman," J'onn simply stated, knowing that no more explanation was necessary.
"That is ridiculous and we both know it."
"It's not that he doesn't trust you, Diana," J'onn explained. "He doesn't trust anyone else or what they could be capable of doing."
Removing the lid, she discovered another piece of pink paper. Setting it aside, she pushed aside the tissue paper to find a beautiful diamond necklace inside. She lifted it from the box, holding it up to the light. "Sweet Aphrodite," she murmured in shock as she watched it glisten and sparkle in the light of the Monitor Womb.
"That's an extremely generous gift," J'onn commented. "What does the letter say?"
Diana opened the pink piece of paper, finding the same familiar neat, block handwriting as all the other letters.
My Dearest Diana,
I hope you loved the roses that I sent you. I know it isn't nearly enough for an amazing woman like you, but it was the least that I could do.
I saw this necklace and thought of you. Wear it to the President's Ball in June. I'll see you there.
All my love,
Charlie
Diana reread the letter, her anger soaring with every passing second. This Charlie was becoming rather demanding and she didn't like it one bit. If she could, she'd send the diamond necklace back to him and tell him exactly what she thought of all of this, but she had no way of knowing where to send it to or who this Charlie even was.
"My secret admirer wants me to wear the necklace to the President's Ball in June," she revealed, her anger flaring with righteous indignation.
"This doesn't sound good, Diana," J'onn stoically responded. "Perhaps Batman is right about this being dangerous. Your admirer sounds quite insistent. There's no telling how much further he or she may go."
"I'll be more than happy to put an end to this ridiculous game myself if they try anything at the ball," she told him as she turned on her heel and stormed away.
The Daily Planet; May 29th, 15:03 EST
Clark frowned as he typed on his laptop, pulling up more research that he could use for his latest article. This particular assignment he had undertaken had turned out to be far more in-depth than he had first thought, but he was more than up to the task. It helped somewhat to get his mind off Lex Luthor and his synthetic Kryptonite.
He pulled up another file about chemical dumping by a factory similar to one in Metropolis, hoping to gain more insight into the illegal practice. Maybe it would help him find what he was looking for and give him the insider perspective he needed to write a thorough article.
Hearing a muttered curse from the beautiful woman sitting across from him, he glanced up to find out what was irritating her this time. "What's the matter, Lois?"
Lois looked up over the top of her laptop screen, her violet eyes revealing the fact that she had forgotten all about the super-powered Kryptonian sitting right there across from her. "Oh…um, nothing," she lied, ducking back down to hide behind the laptop screen.
Clark stared in her direction for a long moment, knowing she was hiding something. "Lois, what are you up to?" he asked her, his blue eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Just working…nothing important," she coyly replied with a sweet smile that was incongruous with the determination that pervaded her gaze.
"Right," he drawled, leaning forward on his desk with his forearms. "I know that look, Lois. You're up to something you shouldn't be."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she maintained, pausing to take a drink of her coffee.
"That's Bruce's line and it never works," he told her, a frown forming the longer he thought about it. "Well, actually, it works sometimes, but it's not going to work for you so spill it."
"It's just an article I'm thinking of doing," she cryptically admitted.
"And this article wouldn't happen to be LexCorp or Lex Luthor related, would it?"
"Lois!" Perry yelled as he approached their desks.
"Yes, boss?" Lois asked, gracing him with her warmest smile as she batted her eyelashes at him.
"Great story idea," Perry told her. "You have my full approval to pursue your research into LexCorp."
Lois cast a sidelong glance at Clark, trying to appear sheepish, but, truth be told, she didn't really care at that moment. Clark was in trouble and she was going to put a stop to it. "Thanks, boss," she brightly replied. "I'll get right to work on it."
Clark glared at his girlfriend, adjusting his glasses on his nose. "LexCorp?" he ground out with utter irritation. "We talked about this, Lois."
"We did," she innocently agreed as she leaned forward, keeping her voice low so as not to draw unwanted attention to them. "I promised not to investigate the synthetic Kryptonite. I'm just doing an article about LexCorp's newly announced robotics division."
Clark scowled as he sat back in his chair, his hands clasped on the desk before him. "I don't want you involved in this."
"I'm not," she claimed. "Lex is going to let me tour his robotics lab, Jimmy will snap some pictures, and that's it. We'll be out of there in no time."
"Somehow that's never it," Clark grumbled crossly. "Things never end that neatly when you're involved, Lois. It always turns into a catastrophic event."
"Are you saying that I'm accident prone?"
"Lois, your middle name should be disaster because it follows you everywhere you go," he told her.
"That's not true," Lois maintained, her annoyance turning into resentment. "It's not my fault that I'm a good reporter who always follows the story no matter the risks."
"Face it, Lois," Clark said. "You're a magnet for danger. If there's trouble within a hundred-mile radius of you, you will find it."
"That's not fair, Clark," she countered, getting up from her chair and walking around their desks. "You know some of that was because of my association with you know who."
To emphasize her point, Lois poked him directly in the chest right where the symbol on his uniform was beneath his shirt. Clark looked away with a sheepish expression on his face, knowing that she was partially right. It was one of the things that was still a constant worry for him.
"That's only partially true," he corrected her. "Not all the trouble has been directly related to me and you know it."
"Okay, fine," she reluctantly relented with a frown. "I'm a disaster magnet, but you still love me, Smallville."
Clark's gaze narrowed suspiciously again. "Yes, but don't change the subject. I still don't want you anywhere near Luthor especially now that he's up to something again."
"I wish I was rich and looked like a supermodel, but we all can't have what we want, Clark," she told him, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. "I promise to be careful."
"Famous last words," he muttered.
"Did you know that Luthor is going to be at the Presidential Ball June eighth?" she asked.
Clark's expression darkened, the jovial light that usually pervaded his gaze vanishing. "I'm not going to be able to get through the evening without strangling him."
"I'll be there to help you get through it," she reassured him, patting his arm. "Perry wants us there to cover the story."
Clark shook his head, his eyes growing distant. "He better not try anything during the event or I just might take him out myself."
Metropolis; May 29th, 21:14 EST
Diana silently slipped inside the building across the street from the bar, anxious to sneak up on Batman for once in her life. She knew that he was here already. He'd contacted her when he had arrived, letting her know that he was there, but would likely have to leave before midnight.
She floated a couple of inches above the flooring to avoid causing it to creak and give away her presence. She stole through the back room and kitchen like a ghostly specter, making her way towards the front room where she knew he was awaiting Luthor's arrival at the bar.
She spotted him sitting at the large table before all the listening equipment that he had set up, his shoulders slightly hunched. He appeared so at home among the shadows of the room, so at ease…so…
"Diana."
The Amazon cursed in Greek as her boots touched down on the floor, more than annoyed with him. "How in the name of Hera did you know that I was even here?" she demanded to know, irritation lacing her voice.
"Because I'm Batman," he flatly responded.
Diana huffed in annoyance as she sat down in the chair next to him. He glanced over at her, a smirk playing on his lips that she so desperately wanted to erase. "That is not a real answer and you know it."
"Yes, it is…because I'm Batman," he told her, knowing he was pushing her buttons again, but he just enjoyed it so much.
"You have to be the most infuriating man I have ever met."
Bruce decided to give her a break, not wanting her completely furious with him so early in the evening. They would be here for a few hours. "I knew you were here because I could smell the food you brought with you," he clarified for her.
"Oh…right," she sheepishly replied as she looked down at the drinks and bag of hamburgers in her hands. "I didn't get any supper yet and I thought you might be hungry too."
Bruce smiled to himself as Diana handed him a soft drink, hamburger, and French fries. "Not exactly healthy, princess," he lightly teased her. "I can hear my arteries hardening already."
"Hey, I was starving and pushed for time, so I didn't really have a lot of choices," she informed him as she picked up a French fry, her lips quirking with amusement. "Besides, I thought you might like something that Alfred never makes you."
"I'm sure he'd make it if I asked for it, but I tend to eat a lot healthier than this," he replied as he picked up his hamburger.
"Hera, Bruce," she murmured with a roll of her blue eyes. "Let go and live a little once in a while."
"Easy for you to say," he told her. "You can eat this every day and it has no effect on your weight or your arteries."
Diana chuckled softly, pausing to take a sip of her drink. "I'll remember to bring you a tofu burger and a side of broccoli next time."
"Hell no," he readily decided. "I'll take the risk."
"You're welcome," she said with a devious grin. "Anything yet?"
"Not yet," he muttered. "J'onn said the Watchtower survived the meteor shower."
"There was some damage, but nothing we can't fix," she informed him. "I'm surprised you didn't show up to oversee things."
"I was going to, but there was an emergency meeting at Wayne Enterprises that required my attendance," he revealed. "It couldn't be helped."
"And here I thought you were finally beginning to let go of some of your control issues," she teased.
"Keep dreaming, princess."
Diana frowned as she studied him, noticing how fatigued he was. Despite his cowl, she could tell that he was tired, the way that he carried himself revealing that he was sore though he did his best to conceal that fact from her. Silly, silly man.
"What happened to you?" she asked, her forehead creasing with concern.
"Nothing," he insisted, his clipped tone telling her that he didn't want to talk about it.
She refused to give up, deciding to press the issue though she risked annoying him further. "Did you find Croc…or did he find you?"
"He found us," he ground out, annoyed that she could tell that he was sore.
"When was the last time that you actually slept?"
"Sleep is overrated, princess."
"That's not an answer," she pressed. "Did you get any sleep after returning from patrol this morning?"
"When's the last time you slept?" he countered.
"Answering a question with a question is an evasion tactic, Batman," she pointed out, earning a sharp glower from him. She responded with a smug grin. "And here you think that I never listen to you."
"I'll sleep when Killer Croc is back in Arkham, Luthor is no longer trying to kill Superman with fake Kryptonite, the Metro Tower is completed, and your secret admirer is caught," he replied. "There…are you happy now?"
A firm hand on his forearm forced him to meet her worried gaze. "No, that's not good enough," she told him with a frown. "You are far too valuable to Gotham and the League for you to be going without sleep. We can't afford for you to have an accident or get injured because your reaction time is too slow and you know it."
"Diana…"
"No," she firmly stated, her expression one of pure resolve. "Don't Diana me. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, Bruce."
He drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly through his nose as he glanced down at her hand still resting on his forearm. He could feel his resolve beginning to waver in the wake of her concern and determination. She was the only person who was just as stubborn as he was.
"I have too much to do right now, Diana, but I promise I'll try to get some sleep after patrol tonight," he promised with a reluctant sigh, hoping it would satisfy her, but knowing deep down he wasn't going to win this one.
He was suddenly annoyed to realize that besides Alfred, she was the only other person that he tried to reason with like this. Typically, he blew people off with a grunt or a dissuasive growl, not even wasting his time or his breath to explain or to try to compromise his way out of it. She was always the exception to the rule. She seemed to be the exception to almost all his rules.
"Why don't you go get a couple of hours of sleep in the back room and I'll come wake you if Luthor shows up," she suggested. "Unless of course you want me to hogtie you with my lasso and drag you to the Batcave myself. I'm more than happy to do that too if you'd rather."
Batman growled low in his throat as he glowered at her, the lenses of his cowl constricting into threatening white slits that practically dared her to try something. "I'd like to see you try, princess," he bit out.
Diana rolled her eyes as she shook her head. "Bruce, that glower has never worked on me before and it certainly won't work on me now," she responded. "Now, go get a couple of hours of sleep. I'll let you know if Luthor shows up at the bar with the woman."
Bruce ground his teeth in annoyance, deciding that a couple of hours of sleep actually sounded very good at that moment. Tangling with Killer Croc and chasing him through the sewer system for hours on end last night had been draining to say the least. Losing him had only added to his fatigue as well as his anger.
Then, things had gone downhill at Wayne Enterprises today, forcing him to spend hours trying to save a multi-billion dollar merger deal that had been on the verge of blowing up in their faces. It had been stressful to say the least.
"Have you received any more roses from your secret admirer?" he inquired, trying to change the subject even though it was one that only seemed to prickle his ire every time he thought about it.
Diana drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly. She knew this conversation wasn't going to end well. "Actually…I kind of received a letter and a diamond necklace."
His head snapped up and to the side, the lens of his cowl white, angry slashes. "A diamond necklace?"
"He wants me to wear it to the President's Ball in June," she continued as she picked at her French fries, knowing Bruce wasn't going to handle any of this well. His paranoia was about to skyrocket.
Batman's scowl returned in full, furious force. He didn't know who this person was, but he hated this whole scenario nonetheless. Someone was going to great lengths to get her attention and he wanted to know who this person was and what they wanted with her.
She couldn't help but feel the furious scowl that adorned Bruce's face or the way his hands were balled into fists on top of the table. The tension that blanketed the room was almost smothering until Diana finally spoke, hoping to diffuse it.
"I'm not going to wear the necklace to the ball," she adamantly declared.
A thousand thoughts and feelings began to fly through his mind at one time and none of them were good. This attraction or perceived connection with Diana was intensifying with every day that passed by. Was it someone who already saw her on a daily basis on the Watchtower? Someone that she was in contact with that she didn't even realize?
"What exactly did the letter say?"
"The usual flattery and then just that I had to wear the necklace because he's going to be there at the ball," she replied, watching Bruce's face. She couldn't help but notice how the muscles in his jaw seemed to draw even tighter if that was possible.
"So, he's going to be at the ball," Bruce muttered, more to himself than to her as his mind mulled over the ramifications.
"Bruce…" she began in an effort to calm him only to be cut off.
"Don't tell me this is nothing, Diana," he heatedly stated as he finally turned to look at her again. "I don't think like this. He's escalating things…making demands of you. He's trying to get close to you…to control you."
"I'm not going to wear the necklace, Bruce," Diana said as she stood to her feet. "I'd send it back if I could, but I have no idea where to send it back to."
Bruce thought for a long moment, not liking what his mind came up with, but knowing it would be their best chance at ending this. To end this, they were unfortunately going to have to play his game. "I think you should wear the necklace to the ball."
Diana looked at him as if he had just lost his mind. "You can't be serious, Bruce," she responded with a look of pure incredulity. "I will not bow to his demands like some weak-minded fool. I don't know who this guy thinks that he is, but he cannot tell me what to do or dictate my life."
"It could be our best shot at finding out who he is and what it is he really wants with you," he explained. "It's obvious that he's in love with you, but we don't know how far he's willing to take this in order to get to you."
"He can't have me," Diana furiously ground out. "I'm not some prize to be won and I will not be enticed with gifts in order to play his silly games."
"I know that, but he said he's going to be at this ball," he told her. "If he sees that you're not wearing the necklace, there's no telling what he could do. It could end up endangering everyone at the ball. If you wear the necklace, he'll be more apt to contact you. He'll think that you're interested in what he could possibly offer."
"I thought you didn't want him contacting me!" she exclaimed with a frown. "Make up your mind, Bruce. Which is it?"
"I don't want him contacting you, but I have a feeling that if we don't do something to find out who this guy is and what his end game could be, it could become very dangerous."
"Yes, for him," she muttered in irritation. "Wouldn't it make more sense not to wear it? It seems it would upset him more and force him to confront me."
"I don't want him confronting you, princess," he heatedly spat out. "We don't know who it is or how dangerous he could be. He could be a Meta with powers we've never encountered before for all we know."
"Then, I will handle it," she insisted, refusing to back down. "I will not cower or hide from anyone. This isn't your concern anyway. It's mine to deal with."
Batman stood to his feet, trying to find a way to get her to understand that this was most definitely his concern. He was going to find out the identity of this mysterious admirer one way or another. And when he did, they were going to regret the day they had ever set their sights on her.
If something ever happened to her…
"I'm not about to stand aside and let my teammate be put in senseless danger," he countered. "Trust me, Diana. I know what I'm talking about."
Diana took a moment to try to calm her temper, knowing that none of this was Bruce's fault and therefore didn't deserve the brunt of her anger. "I don't like this," she snapped as she began to pace the length of the room. "Lex Luthor is trying to kill our friend and all we can do is wait and watch and hope to get even a shred of information before it's too late. On top of that, I have a secret admirer who is trying to dictate my life from the shadows. I will not stand for this, Bruce. Something has got to give here."
She turned on her heel and abruptly stopped short, finding Bruce standing right there before her. His gauntleted hands grasped her upper arms, his expression one of concern. "Hey, we'll get to the bottom of this," he told her, his voice so strong and confident that she couldn't help but believe him. "We'll find what we need to put Luthor away and we'll find out who is sending you these gifts."
Diana released a ragged breath, her shoulders falling. "I know," she replied with a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Kal and this sneaking around trying to trap Luthor is driving me crazy. It's not how I was raised to handle a threat, Bruce. I fight, and I take down—end of story."
"I know this is difficult for you," he agreed with a patient understanding that was not typical for him. It was one that only she was able to bring out in him. The corner of his mouth ticked up as an idea came to him, his blue eyes full of mischief. "Want to spar tomorrow? You can pour some of that aggression out on me for a while. I'll even let you take a free swing at me."
Diana chuckled in response, her smile returning in full force. "As tempting as that sounds, you're trying to make me forget the fact that you need to get some sleep, but I'll definitely take a rain check on that offer. I still owe you for sending Kal to check up on me when Bizzaro attacked me in Metropolis."
Bruce smirked in response. "Protocol book section two, paragraph six clearly dictates that when a teammate is being attacked, back up from the closest Justice League member is required."
Diana rolled her eyes as she shook her head in exasperation. "Hera, Bruce," she groused. "You of all people are going to start quoting the protocol book at me? And just how many times have you engaged in a fight without back up this week alone?"
Realizing he was still holding her arms, he quickly released her, but didn't step away from her just yet. "We're talking about you, not me, princess."
Diana's gaze narrowed, her blue eyes becoming matching firestorms of blue fury. "So, you're telling me it's different for me just because I'm a woman?"
Bruce folded his arms across his chest as he stared her down, unfazed by her anger. "That's not it at all and you know it," he flatly stated. "I had no other information other than the fact that you were being attacked by Bizzaro, no clue as to what the actual situation was or the possible risks to civilian life. The entire Injustice Gang could have been there for all I knew.
"I felt it was better to call in the nearest League member, which happened to be Clark, and have it been unnecessary than to have a potentially catastrophic event take place. We can't afford to have a vitally important member of the League recovering in the infirmary with Lex Luthor planning God only knows what right now."
Diana's glare faltered with his explanation, her pride prickling knowing that he was right. He really had no other intel except that Bizzaro was trying to choke the life out of her. If the situation had been reversed, she would have done the exact same thing or fly directly to Gotham to help him herself regardless of his stupid rules about Metas in his city.
"Fine," she reluctantly conceded. "You were right."
His annoying little smirk returned as he cocked an eyebrow at her, one that she couldn't see but knew it was there nonetheless. "Can you repeat that so I can record it?"
"You're just lucky you got to hear it the first time," she told him. "There will not be a second time."
Bruce's playboy grin surfaced against his will, realizing a lot of things happened against his will when it came to her. "We'll see about that, princess."
She watched as he returned to his chair at the table, turning up the volume on the listening device. "Right now, you need to be sleeping. Do you need me to sing you a lullaby? I do owe you a song since you sang for me," she sweetly offered.
"Definitely not," he adamantly stated. "I'll sleep later. Right now, I need to find out what Luthor is planning."
"You think there's more to it than just the synthetic Kryptonite?" she asked, taking her seat beside him once more.
"There's far more going on than just that," he confirmed as they returned to the table. "The Kryptonite is just the surface. This goes deeper than either of us can begin to imagine."
"That's not making me feel any better," she groused, taking a drink of her soda.
Batman glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "It's not supposed to," he flatly stated. "Just stating the facts. We need to be prepared for anything. Besides, I've never been one to make things all warm and fuzzy."
Diana chuckled softly with his words. "Come on," she said with a giggle. "I bet there's a big squishy teddy bear hidden there beneath all the Kevlar and Nomex just waiting for the right moment to show himself."
The corner of his lips curled slightly in amusement. "More like a scary grizzly bear."
"I don't believe that," she countered. "I think your bark is far worse than your bite."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that," he replied. "I think some of the criminals in Gotham would have something to say about that."
"Well, I for one—"
Batman suddenly held up a hand to silence her as a familiar voice was heard over the listening device. It was Lex Luthor in the bar across the street from him. With any luck, he'd have the company they were so desperate to identify.
A/N: Bruce and Diana are just too adorable together. They just need to stop this dancing around each other and kiss! :)
UP NEXT: Bruce & Diana learn the identity of Luthor's partner & the secret admirer decides to up his game.
