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Third Person's POV
"Good Evening Diana." He says in greeting, peering at her with those eyes of his.
"Bruce." She returns cooly, casting an appreciative glance at his choice of clothing. Yet, before Bruce can notice, she quickly schools her expression into one of neutrality. It is not every day one sees the legendary Batman walking around in civilian attire. Still, there is no need for him to believe that she was softening up just because she was taking the time to notice him.
Her eyes return to his and he suppresses the urge to shiver at the iciness of her gaze.
A silent pause stretches between the two of them. They gaze at each other with guarded expressions. The sound of the Grandfather clock as each second ticks on by, emphasizes the lingering silence. Neither of them utter a single word. A mute battle of wills on who will cave in and end the moment of silence first. Slowly Diana's left brow rises in question. She is apparently waiting for him to strike up some sort of conversation.
He is the host after all. She silently mulls to herself.
He places his hand deep within his pockets and studies her carefully. He knows that she wants him to get it over with, to tell her what he has to say and be done with everything. No doubt she has convinced herself that, despite any of the things that he may say tonight, she will remain angry at him. What she doesn't really know is that he has a personal vendetta to change that. One way or another, he hopes to end this visit as... Friends...
A sudden thought occurs to him and he runs a hand absentmindedly through his thick, dark hair. Glancing around for some champagne bottles, he comes to find them already served and prepped on a corner table. He promptly walks over to them and offers one to her.
"So how was the mission in Kasnia?" He begins, hoping to prompt some reaction out of her.
"I heard that you and Clark proved to be very worthy assets." He pauses, hoping that she had not noticed his slight change in tone. Clearing his throat, he quickly takes a drink of his glass.
She shrugs her shoulders before taking a sip of her own wine. "It went fine."
She grins slightly, then clamps a hand over her mouth as she recalls something to memory. He pauses. This is definitely not the reaction he had expected from her when he brought the subject up. Still, It is good to see her smile, even if it is at the expense of someone else's doing and not his own. She continues with her segment, momentarily forgetting that she is angry at Bruce.
She runs a finger absentmindedly along the top rim of her wineglass, emitting a beautiful chime. He follows the small, circular movements of her forefinger as she speaks.
"Kal was asked to walk through a security device. Little did he know that it also had X-ray capability to it. As soon as he stood in front of it..."
Suddenly she sits upright and her eyes snap to his instantly. She flickers her gaze to the floor then back at him, a bit warily, once more. Now it is his turn to raise a brow in question. She inclines her head forward and peers up at Bruce.
Biting her lip she continues. "He was found wearing... Something the public found a bit comical..." She hesitates, yet determinedly moves onward. "He had on a pair of Batman underpants." She ends evenly.
He pauses and lowers his drink. "Batman underwear." He repeats with a slight growl and narrowed eyes.
She gives a curt nod before glaring at him in return, silently daring for him to open his mouth and verbally judge Kent. Instead he just gives a little grunt before turning away.
Suddenly a crack of thunder roars outside, yet niether of them acknowledge the sound.
Alfred
Mr. Kent and Batman Underwear? He raises a brow in amusement, but then shakes his head. There are other matters that must take first priority, the thought of Batman underwear must be placed on hold.
Alfred strides purposefully to the kitchen, leaving behind the Amazon and Dark Knight within the manor's guest quarters. Things are not going smoothly. Sure, they are at the moment being polite to each other, but that in itself, is the heart of the problem. If there is no show of 'sparks' as so to speak, then nothing will be accomplished. At this rate her highness will just request a doggy bag and leave early.
What in bloody blazes are you doing Master Bruce? Alfred curses to himself silently.
No matter how many woman the man may have fawning over him when being playboy Bruce Wayne, that man still does not have a single clue on how to repair a relationship properly, nor on how to express his true feelings for that matter. It was Alfred who had convinced the vigilante to try and make amends with her. If it hadn't been for his constant inquiring nature, then who knows how long it would have taken Bruce to come to the realization that he must try and repair the almost severed relationship between the two. But perhaps by then, it would have been far to late...
Passing through the kitchen door, the butler releases a sigh.
Time to ensue Plan B.
Now, if only he could remember where he left that old spice grater, then he would be a bit more satisfied with how well this next phase may go.
If you are reading this, then thank you for reading what was posted before this A/N. :) Not much going on here, but rest assured the next chapter shall have some more to it, bear with me please. :) reviews are always adored and appreciated.
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