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Chapter 3

For a moment, neither of them said anything.

"Look, Princess," Batman said, standing with his back to the door. "Daniel Fitzryers is a dangerous man. He might try anything. Remember to be professional and not to give up your identity."

"Excuse me?" Diana said, angrily. "Since when have I been known not to act professionally? And when have I not been able to handle myself against dangerous men?" For a second, Diana thought Batman was going to take off his mask, but he simply readjusted it so it fit his nose better.

"Don't let your personal feelings get in the way," Batman replied, calmly. "You have to act as though you're on a date with him because you're attracted to him. But don't push it, nonetheless."

"And you don't think I've figure that out already?" Diana snapped. "Batman, if you've got nothing important to say, then leave. I need to get ready for my date."

The Caped Crusader opened the door and left silently. Diana wanted to throw her hairbrush at him for being such a typical…male: without feeling.

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At 7, Diana left her room wearing a blue satin dress which perfectly matched her eyes. She walked into the kitchen. Lantern and Flash were playing foosball again. However, the Flash looked up at Diana when she came in. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Diana said, "Shut it." He quickly closed his mouth.

"Nice dress, Princess," Superman said, walking into the kitchen. "Remember to ask about the company, but don't push it. He might be suspicious." Diana rolled her eyes but nodded.

"I have to get ready for my date, too," Flash said. "Oh wait, I'm already ready."

"You mean you're wearing your Flash suit to your date?" The Lantern asked.

"Of course not, GL. I'm going to change at some store in Chicago," The Flash said.

"I'd better get going. See you," Diana left the kitchen and saw the Caped Crusader coming towards her. She would have liked to ignore him. However, he walked by without even looking at her, but said, "Nice dress." And she could have sworn he added, "And be careful,"

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"Diana!" Fitzryers came up behind her and ushered her into a chair, then sitting in his own, across from her.

"Hello, Daniel, it's nice to see you again," she said, smoothing down her dress.

"Have you been thinking about me?" He asked, with his smirk. What a loser, Diana thought to herself.

"Uh, like a pig thinks of…its…table scraps," Diana said unexpectedly to both of them. He looked at her strangely for a moment, and then laughed loudly.

"I like a woman who thinks for herself," Fitzryers smirked, raising his empty glass. Diana didn't know what to say, so she just smirked back and started looking through her menu.

"So, Daniel, tell me about your Fitzryers' Microprocessors," Diana said.

"Well, it's funny; more aliens know about my company then humans," he explained, leaning his face towards her.

"Yeah? Which planets do you have plants on?" Diana asked, casually.

"Hmm…well we have one on Mars, a couple on Xemon, some on the Amazons…" Fitzryers said, thoughtfully.

"Wow…you were right when you said business is booming!" Diana laughed nervously.

"It is! Actually, there has been some trouble on some planets. A lot of workers have quit. Somebody spread a stupid rumour that my chips give off some sort of fatal odor," He said, frowning. "Come to think of it, I think it's only the Amazons. If workers continue to quit like this, I'll have to close the plants. Business there is not doing too well, either."

Diana felt a little relieved that business wasn't good and workers were quitting, but she was a little worried about the poisonous stench.

"Bonjour, madam et monsieur. Êtes-vous prêt à passė commande?" A waiter asked.

"Are you ready to order Diana?" Daniel translated for her.

"Yes I am," Diana looked at the waiter, but something past him caught her eye and she almost dropped the menu in shock. Sitting comfortably, at a table near the entrance, was none other than Bruce Wayne. He was alone, staring at nothing in particular.

"I'll have the quiche," she said, pretending everything was fine.

"Ah, bien! Et monsieur?" the waiter asked. Fitzryers ordered his meal and the wine. The waiter collected the menus and said, "À bientôt,"

Once the waiter left, Diana said, "I need to go out for some fresh air. I'll be right back." She stood up.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Fitzryers offered, starting to stand up too.

"Oh, no no no. Please sit. I'll just be a few moments," she said, quickly. He nodded and smirked.

Diana walked outside the restaurant and around the corner. The night was cool, but not chilly. Just as she knew he would, Bruce Wayne came outside a few seconds later.

"What the heck are you doing here!?" Diana said, through gritted teeth. He looked calm, as if expecting this sort of reaction from her.

"I felt like some French cuisine," he said smoothly.

"I can't believe you would dare to show your face on my date!" Diana said, ignoring him.

"It was merely a coincidence," Bruce said, still calmly.

"I'm sure it was," she said, sarcastically. "And you still didn't tell me why you don't trust Fitzryers."

He didn't say anything. She looked at the ground, scowling. All of sudden, as if she never knew it until now, she felt him holding her hands. His were warm and comforting. She looked up into his eyes. They were the same baby blues belonging to the face that was always hidden behind a mask. It hit her that she knew so much about him but it always varied, because he never ceased to surprise her. They were looking at each other silently.

"Princess…Diana, I…" but he was cut short. Diana had leant forward and found herself pressing her lips to his. She knew he was startled by it, but she did not wait for him to deepen the kiss. As much as she didn't want to, she broke away. She looked at him for a moment and walked back inside the restaurant, her insides tingling.

Fitzryers was slouched in his chair and gazing at the centerpiece looking extremely bored. He saw Diana coming back and he straightened up with a smirk.

"Everything ok? I was going to come out there to give you company, but you arrived." He said.

Diana laughed dully. The kiss was replaying over and over in her mind. She wondered what was going on in Bruce's mind.

"Ugh…I'm famished. Where's our food?" Fitryers said, angrily. Diana didn't hear a word of what he said. She now really, really regretted pulling away from the kiss.

Bruce Wayne did not return to his table the entire evening.

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