A/N: Okay! The second chapter is done. It took a while to update, but it is substantially long. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Chapter Two
Bruce glanced around the ballroom while taking a sip of some fruity drink he had grabbed from the tray of a passing server. He hid a grimace as he swallowed. It was too sweet and didn't have nearly enough alcohol. He finished off the drink in another gulp, choosing to endure the taste so he could stop smiling for a few more seconds. He had no idea how so many women could fall for his ridiculous smirk, but it had long ago become a signature feature of his face, so at each event, he dutifully pasted it back on.
"These drinks are so great, right?"
Bruce looked to his right, finding the source of the annoying voice. She looked the same as every other woman who tried to win his attention, with an air of desperation and eyes glinting greedily. "Yep," was all he managed in response, barely refraining from rolling his eyes, before walking off. Normally, he would at least give her the requisite look over followed by a leering grin, but tonight he was especially tired of playing the billionaire role.
He often wished his secret identity wasn't so public. He wouldn't have to go to such lengths to be the complete opposite of who people expected the man behind the mask to be. It would also make this situation with Diana so much easier, a voice inside his head pointed out. He silenced the voice. He had already chosen his path. No good would come out of 'what if's.
With that, he made up his mind to get a date by the end of the evening. It had been much too long since he had been seen out with a woman, and the papers were beginning to buzz about it. Looking through the crowd of women, he couldn't help but compare them to the drinks they held in their hands: sickly sweet with no real substance.
Bruce sighed as he looked around the room again. The few women he had been able to tolerate had ran away after the first disastrous date. The ones who stuck around for more even after his poor treatment of them were bimbos after his money. He had effectively kept women from getting close to him, but now it had created a problem. He was running out of acceptable candidates to date. He resigned himself to the fact that he might have to lower his standards.
Immersed in his thoughts, he didn't react in time when a woman walked into his path, and he bumped into her. Quickly, he reached out to steady her, taking in her appearance. She was definitely a newcomer. He would have remembered if he had seen her before. In fact, he was surprised that he hadn't noticed her earlier. She definitely stood out from the usual crowd. It wasn't her beauty, although she had that in spades. Most of the women in the ballroom were attractive. She possessed something they lacked: sophistication and poise.
"Are you going to apologize, or do you need another minute?" She smiled at him teasingly.
Bruce knew he had been caught staring at her, but he replied smoothly, "Apologize? I'm not sorry at all that I ran into you." He moved his grip from her forearms to her hands. "But I am sorry if I hurt you. Can I make it up to you with a dance?"
She nodded in assent, and he pulled her off into the center of the floor.
As he spun her around, it suddenly occurred to him that he had not yet made introductions. "I'm Bruce, in case you were wondering."
"Bruce Wayne, I know." She smiled at him, but not in the way most women did once they found out he was a billionaire. There was no greed in her eyes, only intelligence and something else he couldn't quite place. Almost mischief, as though she knew something he didn't and was playing a joke at his expense.
He stared into her hazel eyes, flecked with gold. They aren't blue, the voice inside his head whispered. Not that the Amazon's eyes could ever be described with such a common adjective as 'blue.' More like the color of the sea when sunlight filtered through it, but infinitely more beautiful and breathtaking. Bruce cleared his thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking about her when he had another lovely woman in his arms.
He turned his attention back to the blonde he was dancing with. "Now would be the time to tell me your name."
"Diana."
"Diana?" Bruce was thrown off for a second but then scolded himself. Not everything was about her. 'Diana' was a common name.
"Yes, Diana Eros."
"Well, then, it is a pleasure to meet you, Diana Eros." Inwardly, he frowned. He wasn't sure if he should ask her on a date. It was quite possible that he would be reminded of his Diana - not your Diana, he reminded himself, Wonder Woman - the entire time. He already couldn't refrain from comparing every woman he met to Wonder Woman. The name thing might throw him off even more, and no woman, not even the brainless floozies who constantly threw themselves at him, deserved to be second in the mind of the man she was on a date with. So far, no one had come close to Wonder Woman's ability to captivate his thoughts.
Bringing his focus back to their current conversation, Diana Eros replied, "I wish I could say the same, but I haven't made up my mind about you yet."
"What? You mean you haven't fallen for my intense charm and devilish good looks yet?" He feigned shock.
She smirked. "If that's all you have going for you, then I'm afraid I'll be disappointed."
"Oh, that's not all. I'll have you know that I am extremely wealthy…"
Diana pretended to yawn.
Bruce leaned in closer to her ear. "..and extremely good in bed."
Diana couldn't help but blush. Trying to remain confident, she responded, "That's not what I've heard."
The song ended, and Bruce escorted her off the dance floor and towards a corner of the room where they would have more privacy. He continued the conversation. "Don't believe everything you hear. If you doubt my skills, I'd be happy to demonstrate them to you." Bruce coupled the sleazy comment with his playboy grin, knowing she'd never take him up on the offer. Despite her obvious sex appeal, everything about her exuded purity and innocence. Once again, he couldn't help but make a comparison to Wonder Woman.
Diana paused, unsure of how to reply.
Bruce saw his opening. "But let me take you out to dinner first. Friday night at 7:00?"
Diana blinked, surprised at how quickly she had been able to procure a date with him. Still, she had to play the part of the hesitant newcomer. "I have a feeling I will regret this, but yes. That will be fine."
"Shall I pick you up?"
"No, I don't think I want you to know where I live just yet. I can meet you at the restaurant. Which one?"
"I was thinking Le Bernardin. Do you like seafood?"
She nodded, eyes widening slightly. Le Bernardin was one of the best restaurants in Gotham and also one of the most expensive. She hoped Bruce was planning on paying for the meal because she wasn't sure she could cover the cost of a meal on her part-time teacher's salary.
"Great. I'm sorry to have to deprive myself of your company, but I need to go rub elbows with some of the donors."
Diana nodded, suddenly remembering that he had other duties in his role as Bruce Wayne. "Of course. Don't let me keep you."
Bruce leaned in to kiss her cheek, stopping to say in her ear, "Remember our date, Friday at 7:00. Don't stand me up." Then he gave her one last quick grin before disappearing into the crowd.
Diana couldn't help but smile. She had gotten a date with Bruce Wayne and could move forward with her plan. She turned to leave, but a pack of girls blocked her way. Hera, she thought to herself, are these Bruce's jealous exes, ready to attack me?
A pretty brunette standing in the center - Diana pegged her as the leader of the group - stepped closer to her, encroaching into her personal space. There was something sinister about her. Still, Diana refused to back down. "What was he doing with someone like you?"
"Who?" Diana asked, acting to be confused.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Brucie."
Yep, definitely a jealous ex, Diana thought. "None of your business."
Diana tried to walk away, but the other woman grabbed her arm, shouting, "You stay away from him. He's mine!"
Diana pulled her arm out of the girl's grip. "And you are?"
The brunette sniffed in disdain, as though she couldn't fathom Diana not knowing her name. "Leah Ghoul."
Diana raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Your last name is Ghoul? Like the evil spirit?"
Leah glared at her, along with the other women standing behind her. "What does it matter? It's soon to be Leah Wayne, anyway. And I don't need to know your name because I can already tell that you're a nobody."
Diana gritted her teeth. "Well, I guess I'm the nobody who is engaged to Bruce Wayne, then." The lie slipped out of her lips easily.
"What? That's impossible!" Leah looked enraged.
"He hasn't been on a date in over a month because we've been dating secretly. But he just proposed two days ago."
"You're lying. Where is your ring?"
"Oh, he already got me the most gorgeous ring. I'm just not wearing it because we're still trying to keep our relationship discreet until we announce it to the public officially." Diana could see Leah trying to find holes in her story. She took the opportunity to finally make her exit, casually commenting over her shoulder, "Hey, don't worry. Leah Ghoul isn't too bad of a name."
Diana knew she shouldn't have provoked Leah, especially with such a big lie, but the woman had rubbed her the wrong way. She sighed, knowing she'd probably have to tell Bruce before Leah got the chance to ask him about it.
Friday night, at the Watchtower…
Shayera sat on Diana's bed, watching clothes come flying out of the closet.
"I have nothing to wear!" Diana wailed.
Shayera heard the sound of a body thudding into a pile of clothes. She tentatively walked to the closet and peeked inside. "Are you kidding, Diana? These dresses are amazing!"
The Amazon looked up at her friend, shaking her head. "Bruce has already seen me in my best dresses."
"Which ones?"
Diana gestured to the heap of dresses on the floor.
Shayera sifted through the dresses still on their hangers. "Di, you look good in all these dresses. You're just feeling first-date nerves. Pick a dress, already."
"What if it's not enough?"
"What?"
Diana frowned. "I guess what I mean is, what if I'm not enough? This is my first real date in the traditional sense. He's been on countless. What if I don't measure up to the other women he's dated?"
Shayera smiled comfortingly. "Diana, he's never stayed with any of those women. He likes you. Wonder Woman Diana. And if Diana Eros is just like Wonder Woman, I'm sure she'll have no problem winning over Bruce Wayne."
Diana finally smiled. "Thanks, Shayera. I needed that." Then she got started on her preparations.
She was in front of Le Bernardin at exactly 7:00. As she prepared to enter, Bruce just exited.
Upon seeing her, he stopped in his tracks. "You look amazingly beautiful."
Diana blushed. "Thank you. Shall we go inside?"
His expression turned apologetic. "I don't know what happened. I think the restaurant lost our reservations, and they are booked full tonight."
"Oh, that's okay. Shall we postpone our dinner to another time?" Diana was a bit disappointed, especially after all the work she had put into her appearance.
"Actually, I would like to take you out somewhere else instead. I can drive us there."
Diana agreed.
A few minutes later, they were both sitting in a Hungry Howie's, waiting for their pizza to be finished. Some of the other customers were staring at them because of their fancy attire. Bruce watched the blonde carefully, gauging her reaction. He had pulled this trick multiple times with previous dates, although usually he arrived late to the date, allowing the woman to enquire about the reservation. He didn't know why, but he hadn't wanted to embarrass Diana in that way, so he had met her at the door. Many of the women he had taken out had complained about eating pizza rather than the fine dining they were used to. So far, Diana had been pleasant about the whole situation.
Bruce broke the silence. "I'm really sorry about this. I know pizza is way below lobster pasta."
Diana smiled. "Are you kidding? I love pizza."
"Then I'm glad. While we're waiting, we can use this time to get to know each other better."
Diana nodded. "Okay, what do you want to know?"
Bruce raised his eyebrows. "You're going to let me ask the questions?"
"If you must know, I've done some research on you already."
"Is that so?" Bruce gazed at her intently, and she looked away, embarrassed. "I actually tried to do a little digging myself, but I couldn't really find anything. Luckily for you, I like a woman of mystery." He tried to keep his voice light, but earlier, when he hadn't found anything on Diana Eros besides her current residence and occupation, he had grown suspicious.
"Well, now you can ask me anything." Diana braced herself for a Batman-style interrogation and hoped her backstory would hold up.
"Okay. Where were you born?"
"Greece," Diana answered.
"So you are Greek?"
"Half-Greek. On my father's side. My mother is American."
"Ah, I thought your last name was Greek. It means 'love,' right?"
"You know Greek?"
Bruce paused. For a dimwitted billionaire, he was probably coming off as a bit too intelligent. He inwardly sighed. It was time to dumb it down. "Nope, but I have known a few Greek girls. They were all amazing, by the way. I picked up on some Greek when we were - let's say - making eros."
Diana scrunched up her nose in disgust. "Really, Bruce?"
He prepared for the all too familiar slap on the face. He was just glad Diana didn't have a drink to throw at him.
She continued. "It makes me sad that you feel the need to pretend with me."
"What?"
"The playboy facade."
Bruce didn't know what to say except "I don't know what you're talking about." The socialites he usually dated never called him out. They didn't even know he was pretending.
Sensing his unease, Diana smiled and reached for his hands. "It's okay. But no more faking it. Now what were we talking about?"
Bruce cleared his throat. "Your last name."
"Look, I want you to be real with me. So I'll be real with you. My last name isn't actually Eros."
"What?" Bruce extracted his hands from hers, distrust filling his mind.
"I was disowned by my family in Greece, so I came here and got a new name for myself."
Bruce had not expected that sort of explanation. He searched her face for signs of dishonesty, but she seemed genuinely upset. "Why did they disown you? If you don't mind talking about it."
"It's...It's okay. I want to be completely real here." Diana recognized the irony in her words. "I fell in love with a man and brought him home to meet my parents. They deemed him unacceptable, but I was naive and in love. When my parents made me choose between him and my family, I chose him."
"And where is this man now?"
"Let's just say he lost interest when he found out that I would not be getting my inheritance."
Bruce felt the sudden urge to give the man a good beating. He was surprised that Diana appeared to be indifferent. "You don't seem too sad or angry about it."
Because it never happened, Diana thought to herself. Out loud, she replied, "No. He never truly loved me, so I lost nothing. I only relieved myself of an unwanted burden."
"But your family? I'm sure they love you. They might have taken you back if you had explained the situation to them."
Diana smiled wistfully. "A woman's pride is such a strong force. It prevented me from begging my parents to accept me again."
"You would retain your dignity and sacrifice your relationship with your parents?" Bruce could identify strongly with Diana's loss of her parents, but the thing was, hers were still alive. He would do anything to bring his parents back.
"Even if I did beg, I don't think it would have done any good. My parents are bound by traditional views. And one of those views is that a disobedient child will not be welcomed back into the family."
Bruce fell silent.
Diana spotted the pain he was trying to conceal. It was in his eyes. She could tell that he was thinking about his own parents, reliving those painful memories. Trying to redirect his attention, she said the first thing that came to mind. "So you and I are engaged now."
At this, Bruce's head snapped to face her. "I think I would remember that happening."
"We aren't really engaged. I just told this woman that we were because she was bothering me after our dance. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it. She was just really infuriating."
"What's her name?"
"Leah Ghoul."
Bruce rolled his eyes. "Her. I guess I rejected her one time too many if she's starting to come after any woman I show interest in."
"Did you used to date her?"
Bruce emphatically shook his head. "No way. I cannot stand her." He hesitated, an idea forming in his subconscious that his mind instantly ruled as insane. Yet his mouth still opened and he heard himself say, "Hey, if it takes pretending to be engaged to you to knock her down a couple notches, I'll do it."
"Really?"
Bruce felt as surprised as Diana looked. This was something he would do for almost no woman, especially not one he had just met, but having made the suggestion already, he was reluctant to go back on his word. You like her, the voice in his head insisted. How many times has Bruce Wayne broken his promises?
Bruce pushed the voice aside. "Yep. Our arrangement can last until our hideous breakup." He said it like a joke, but his heart grew heavier when he recognized that their relationship probably would end terribly, and it would be all his fault. He simply could not afford to get too attached to a woman. "Now, are there any more secrets you want to tell me? I don't know if I can survive another one."
Diana smiled stiffly. "Nope." Not yet, at least.
"Sir, your pizza is ready," the man at the counter called out.
Bruce went and paid for the pizza, bringing the box back to the table where they had been sitting. Diana started to open the box, but Bruce stopped her. "Actually - I was thinking we could eat at the Manor."
"Trying to get me to go home with you?" Diana teased.
"I'm not going to deny that," Bruce replied with a smirk. "But I promise, for now, we'll just be eating."
Ten minutes later, outside the Manor…
Bruce was already having second thoughts as they started up the path to the front door. He rarely brought his dates back to the Manor because (a) it would send the message that he was actually serious about them and (b) Alfred couldn't stand them. In fact, the only girl Alfred had ever approved of was hi- Wonder Woman. At least he didn't have to worry about Dick anymore, and Tim only stayed over occasionally.
It was too late now, anyway. He knocked on the door, and Alfred opened it. "Welcome back, Master Bruce. And who is this lovely lady you've brought back with you?" Alfred was perfectly polite, but Bruce could see the look of disapproval in his eyes.
"Alfred, this is Diana. Diana, meet Alfred."
"It is nice to meet you, Miss Diana." Alfred glanced at Bruce, but if his charge found the name situation odd, his expression didn't show it.
"A pleasure, Alfred." Diana smiled warmly at him, and the butler couldn't help but smile back.
Bruce was relieved, seeing that Alfred finally seemed to be getting along with one of his dates. "Alfred, can you set the table? Diana and I will be sharing this pizza."
Alfred nodded, retrieving the pizza from Bruce, and left to the dining room.
Bruce turned to Diana. "While we're waiting, would you like a tour?"
"Of course."
Bruce led her through the empty halls, naming each room they passed and explaining its significance. Diana couldn't help but notice the austerity of her surroundings, but she chose instead to comment, "It's a beautiful house."
Bruce murmured his agreement, but even he sensed that the manor lacked a certain hospitable feel. It was strange because he had never quite noticed it until he had seen Diana standing in it, her warmth so starkly contrasting with the gloom around her. Feeling a bit unsettled, Bruce quickly finished the tour and guided Diana into the dining room.
Alfred had made do with the pizza, serving it on a fancy plate while providing them both with a set of fine silverware to eat it with. He had also added an assorted fruit platter, a Greek salad, a side of soup, and two glasses of champagne. "And after, there is still dessert," the butler informed them before he retired from the room.
"Wow," Diana said. "This looks great." She began to eat. She paused when she noticed that Bruce had not started eating and instead was watching her. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Bruce shook his head, picking up his fork. In truth, he had been mesmerized by the motion of her mouth. He didn't think any of his previous dates had affected him in this way, but then again, they had rarely eaten in order to 'maintain their figures.'
Once they had both gotten through the appetizers, Bruce picked up the conversation. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you do?"
Diana swallowed a bite of pizza. "I just started teaching part time at Gotham County High School."
"What do you teach?"
"Self defense."
Bruce raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
"What? Don't I seem like the type?"
"You keep surprising me. Most socialites don't even have jobs."
"I never claimed to be a socialite."
"We met at an event, and you were certainly dressed the part."
"I'll admit, I used to be one of them. Not quite so superficial and bratty, but a socialite nonetheless. Being disowned also meant being cut off, so I needed to make my own money. I kept my clothes, and I like getting dressed up. It reminds me of who I used to be."
Bruce nodded at her explanation. "You know, I can probably get you a job at Brentwood Academy. I'm sure they pay better."
"Let me guess. You have connections?"
Bruce smiled. "It never hurts to be generous with donations, Pr-er, Diana. Besides, I know a student there." He couldn't believe that he had almost called Diana 'Princess.' The two Dianas were nothing alike physically. Although they both had similar personalities and held his interest.
"And how do you know that student? Female?" Diana knew he was talking about Tim Drake, or the current Robin, but he had almost called her by his nickname for Wonder Woman. Not to mention, he had just pointed out that she didn't act like a socialite. It wasn't good that he was starting to link her with her other self. She needed to throw him off by acting more like the bimbos he usually dated. Based on her interactions with Leah, acting irrationally jealous was right on target.
Bruce's smile disappeared. One minute, they were having a perfectly nice conversation, the next, she was accusing him of getting involved with a student? "Don't jump to any ugly conclusions. This kid had some family issues, so he sort of became my ward. I just like to keep an eye on him." Keeping his tone light, he changed the subject. "Anyway, are you interested?"
She didn't want to turn down a better-paying job. "Yes, if it won't be too much trouble." Diana could tell that Bruce was unhappy with her, but at least he wasn't calling her 'Princess' anymore.
"Don't worry. I'll set it up."
They continued talking about other subjects, and by the time the main meal was finished, they were on good terms again.
Alfred came out with a chocolate cake, and Diana smiled in delight. "I love chocolate cake!"
"I'm glad, Miss Diana. Is there anything you want on your slice?"
"Actually, do you have caramel sauce and strawberries?"
Alfred obtained the items from the kitchen and set them on the table next to Diana. In the process, he accidentally knocked Bruce's champagne glass into his lap. "Terrible sorry, Master Bruce. I think you may have to go change your outfit."
"It's fine, Alfred. And I think you're right. Please excuse me, Diana."
"Of course."
Alfred watched the blonde for a moment before saying, "I'm glad you've decided to fight for him."
"I don't understand, Alfred."
"Master Bruce does confide in me from time to time, and he told me about the problems of being in a relationship with Wonder Woman."
"So you figured it out." Diana felt defeated. "Is it that obvious?"
"All my years have made me observant. I began suspecting when we were introduced, but my theory was confirmed when you asked for caramel sauce and strawberries. It's somewhat of a unique order. Do not worry, though. Your secret is safe with me. And Master Bruce may not begin to suspect for some time."
"Thank you, Alfred." The two shared a smile as Bruce returned.
"What have I missed?"
"Nothing much, sir. Miss Diana and I were just getting further acquainted. I will leave you two to finish dessert."
Bruce sat down again, digging into his cake. "You know, it's kind of late, Diana. If you want, you can just crash here in a guest room."
"I couldn't impose, although I thank you for the offer. I'll go home right after this."
"At least allow me to drive you home. It might be a while getting a cab from here."
Diana hesitated, then agreed.
Twenty minutes later, outside Diana's apartment…
Bruce looked up at Diana's apartment building. He was seriously worried about her security and felt the need to take her from this place and keep her safe. He just didn't know how to broach the subject without embarrassing her. At least with this new job, she might be able to afford a better place.
"Thanks for the ride, Bruce. And for dinner." She opened the door to exit the car.
"Thank you for the lovely company. Let me walk you to the door."
As Bruce and Diana headed up the steps to the apartment entrance, a gun-wielding thug appeared out of the alleyway. "Freeze. And gimme anything of value that you have. No sudden movements."
Bruce didn't know what to do. To disarm the guy would potentially give away his identity as well as endanger Diana. "Now look, please don't hurt us. Here's my wallet." He threw it at the man's feet.
"And the lady's jewelry." The man gestured at Diana's earrings with the gun.
She knew if she removed the earrings, Bruce would find out that she had been tricking him. But if she didn't, the guy might start shooting. Nothing was worth more than their safety. Still, she hesitated. "Please, sir. They have special value to me."
"I don't care what they mean to you. They mean money to me. But if you won't remove them, I will. You, back away from the lady." He pointed the gun at Bruce, who refused to budge. "If you don't move, I'm going to shoot her." This made him shift to the side a bit. The man started towards Diana, keeping the gun trained on Bruce. He used his other hand to reach for Diana's earring.
Bruce was still in the process of formulating a plan when Diana suddenly grabbed the man's arm and twisted, hard and fast. In an instant, he was on his knees, and Diana had kicked the gun out of his hand. Another knock to the head, and the guy was slumped on the floor, unconscious.
At Bruce's incredulous look, Diana shrugged. "Told you I can teach self defense."
Bruce called the police, who quickly picked up the thug. Afterwards, he went to Diana, who he had told to wait in his car. She didn't appear too shocked, despite the rather traumatic experience. Still, he didn't want to take any chances. "Diana," he said softly. "This area isn't safe, and you shouldn't be alone after what happened tonight. Please, if you don't want to stay at the Manor, then at least stay at another one of the residential properties."
She slowly nodded her assent, recognizing that it was what any normal woman would do.
Bruce drove them to his apartment closest to the Manor. It was in a much nicer neighborhood, and the security was top-notch.
He let her into the apartment. It was a bachelor pad, but it would have to do. He showed her where things were located and made sure she had everything she needed.
"Thank you so much, Bruce. I hate to take advantage of your generosity."
Bruce watched her, amazed that even after such a terrible event, she still remained strong. "Diana, I insist on doing this for you. Besides, you did save me back there. I'm thoroughly impressed, and maybe a bit scared of you."
Diana laughed, then her expression grew expectant.
Bruce realized how closely they were standing, and took a few steps back, walking towards the door. "Well, good night." He glanced back at Diana. She stood there with an almost disappointed look on her face. Giving in to temptation for once, he ran back and pulled her in for a kiss. He had meant it to be short and comforting, but once he felt her respond, he couldn't help but deepen the kiss. Only when he felt himself getting aroused did he break it off.
Diana smiled shyly. "Now it is a good night."
Bruce returned the smile, then slipped out the door.
That night, Diana lay in a bed that smelled faintly like Bruce, and she fell asleep with a huge grin on her face.
And end of this chapter. Just a few notes, I mentioned Tim Drake in here, and I plan on having him as a character later on in the story. But I'm not really familiar with his story. I did some research, and there are different versions. So I'm just going to go with a situation where his dad is still alive (so he isn't Bruce's adopted son) but he stays over at Bruce's once in a while. Sorry if it doesn't follow the comics storyline. Let me know if you have any suggestions to make it more accurate. And also, the restaurants I mentioned I just took from real life. There isn't really much info on restaurants in Gotham. Le Bernardin is a top restaurant in NYC, and Hungry Howie's is a pizza chain. That's pretty much it. See you in a week or two.
Oh, and reviews are always appreciated.
