Would you look at her
She looks at me
She's got me thinking about her constantly
But she don't know how I feel
As she carries on without a doubt
I wonder if she'll figure out
I'm crazy for this girl

Crazy for This Girl – Evan and Jaron

She was aware of the harsh clips of heels clicking along the ballroom's marble flooring. Her blue eyes met his, smiling, as he knelt down and picked up a discarded slip of paper.

"'Thank you, Mr. Kent, for the gorgeous photo frame you-'"

"Bruce, I've already read it. That's the throw away pile you're ruining," she waved her hand, forcing her husband to move to the left. He gasped mockingly.

"You're throwing away a thank you card to Mr. Kent?"

"It's over two years old. Besides, I personally thanked Kal." He considered the card for another moment before tossing it back into the trash pile.

"What else did you find while you were snooping through my things?"

"Old birthday cards. Dick and Tim's grades. Etcetera," She shrugged and heaved another box in front of her.

"Should you be doing this?" Her eyebrow shot up, questioning her husband's sanity. "Considering your current condition, anyway." He motioned to her pregnant form.

"Is that a fat joke?" The couple chuckled and Bruce settled back into a pile of books.

"There a reason you're cleaning all this stuff out?"

"I'm just curious and being the ever-annoying prying wife I must be when with child," She leaned forward to kiss him over the box, "And supposedly, it helps women 'cleanse' their stress." A skeptical look crossed his face, but was soon replaced with dread as Diana pulled out his high school annual. "Now what do we have here?" He lunged for the book and she tugged it right out of his hands.

"Please don't look at that." His lower lip wobbled sarcastically and she swatted at his arm reaching out for the yearbook.

"What's the big deal? Were you not voted 'Most Likely to Become a Superhero'?"

"Maybe." She rolled her eyes and flipped the book open, inhaling the scent of must and gloss-covered paper.

"Michael Walker, Jasmine Wallace…" Her index finger scoured the old pages, "Ah, here we are. Bruce Wayne." He cringed inside as her jaw dropped, sparks lighting up in her eyes as she double- no- triple-taked before… "Hera, you were a- a-"

"Nerd? Geek?" He rattled off a few more names the kids used to call him back in those days. Many people forgot that Bruce Wayne used to be a teenager instead of a hero. He preferred it that way, too.

"Cutie," She finished, her gaze flickering back up to her husband and she caught the slightest hint of pink flushing his cheekbones. "I don't see anything wrong with this picture. From what I've seen of Man's World, the 'teenage' part is supposedly the most… stressful."

"That still doesn't give me any right to wear a pocket-protector." He watched her shrug, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Swiping the book from her, he flipped to the sports section in the back and shoved it back towards her, his finger tapping at a photo of a wrestling match. "But I did join the wrestling team, so at least I wasn't too much of a-"

"Bruce, what on earth are you wearing?"

"What? I don't see anything wrong." He double-checked the picture. Nope, nothing out of place or falling out.

"Honey," Her fingernail tapped at the outfit, "You're wearing Kal's colors. Red and blue. I'm positive he would get a kick out of that."

"Considering he won't ever be laying eyes on this, I don't believe I would have to worry about that," He paused for dramatic effect, "Right, honey?" Diana giggled, closing the annual up and placing it to the side before digging through the rest of the box.

"Of course. Besides, there are plenty of other things I could use against you if you were to ever cross me."

"Okay, I have to admit," He leaned in close, his mouth moving against her ear, "You scare me sometimes. A lot."

AN: Not very much going on in this one, obviously. I'm too busy with my in-depth on texting while driving to add much more to it. The next one will be pretty interesting, though.

You know the drill.