Diana sat at an outdoor cafe, she had the morning off, but later she would have to check on the foundation in Washington DC, then go to St. Louis to attend a ceremony and have dinner with a real estate mogul. She picked a spot outside in order to people watch, but she couldn't help but think about Clark. She thought of the range of emotions she felt about him. She felt fear of the thought that he might reject a relationship with her, and she felt inexperienced and worthless when he shared a silly joke with the woman at the furniture store. Those were awful feelings. The end of the day had been much better, gone were the feelings of inadequacy. Just through normal conversation he reinforced to her that she had awesome power that was equal to his. He made her feel like she could live in this world, that possibly they could share something special. The range of emotions he made her feel was confusing, she couldn't figure out why he made her feel terrible and incredible all at the same time. Maybe that's the point? If there were no pain, could there be joy? Clark was an enigma. When she first met him, she still believed that men were the source of all evil in the universe. For a while she treated him like it. He was everywhere, in newspapers, on television, across the internet, she thought he was a god. The world was full of evil, he seemed to try to fight it, but allowed so much more to continue. If he wasn't an evil god, why would he not command them to stop? She discovered, that he was not a god, and he viewed himself as no different than anyone else. He was respectful to her, even when she wasn't to him. Over time her feelings for him changed. She realized what she felt for him was attraction, at first she was repulsed by it. She felt less than Amazon, she lied to her mother and sisters about it, she lied to herself. For a long time she fought it, tried to ignore it, but she found she couldn't anymore. She didn't want to. The outside pressures on her from the media just compounded the situation. They found just the right way to get to her, drill into her that she had no idea how to help anyone. How could she fix problems she didn't understand? She didn't outwardly show it, but she doubted herself, her mission. Only Clark knew she felt that way, and she knew a relationship with him wouldn't fix everything, but it would help her understand. It would also give her time to understand her feelings for him without fear he'd find someone else.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" The young waitress asked, breaking Diana out of her thoughts.

"Another drink please." Was Diana's response. The waitress didn't take long to bring her another glass of juice, must have been a slow morning, because she didn't seem to be doing twelve things at once. "Thank You."

The waitress breaking her train of thought also reminded her of why she was here in the first place. She wanted to observe the people. She wasn't sure what to expect, but the longer she sat, the more interested she was. She was sitting, in the same downtown neighborhood she and Clark walked through on Friday night. It was obviously calmer now, some people looked miserable, must be a Monday thing. Many of the men were polite, holding open doors, hailing cabs, and doing other respectful things. Some people were familiar with each other, others weren't. She sat there for at least 45 minutes before, right in front of her, she saw a woman walking hand in hand with her daughter. She guessed the little girl was about 5 or 6 years old, and on her head was a cardboard tiara painted gold with a red star in the center, and on her wrists were cardboard bracelets painted silver. Diana smiled widely at the woman and the girl, who both smiled back. Diana now had a terrific idea! She had to get to Washington.

"You want to sell bracelets?" Julia Kapatelis asked surprised at Diana's sudden appearance minutes ago. Diana was very excited about her latest idea.

"Not exactly sell them. They'll be prizes for donations to our cause. We can partner with jewelry companies, and toy companies. The large donors will receive beautifully crafted bracelets with real jewels, and for smaller donations we'll give away what will be seen as children's toys. "

"And you thought of this after seeing a girl on the street?"

"Yes, they were made out of cardboard. She probably made them herself."

"This sounds like a good idea, and you seem pretty excited about it, we can get to work on finding sponsors right away."

Diana was so excited she had to will herself not to jump up and down like a happy child. She thought of the possibilities. For the Amazons the bracelets were a symbol that that they'd never again be put in shackles. Here, they could be symbols of strength, and solidarity. Or at the very least, they could look pretty. She couldn't wait to tell Clark, but that wasn't going to happen yet, he had to work, and she had to go to dinner with real estate mogul Morris Jackson.

Perry White's staff meeting didn't take long. They usually didn't, he wanted status updates on what everyone was working on, and hand out assignments to those who needed them. Clark sat at his desk, waiting for Lois to call him out for what he said earlier. As nice as it was to finally shut Lois and Cat up, he knew it wouldn't last long. Cat hadn't been around since the meeting, but Lois was sitting right across from him. She hadn't said anything, but she'd given him several dirty looks since the meeting ended. Never a good sign. It was only a matter of time before she would get on him.

Lois Lane was torn over Clark. She did slightly feel bad about insulting Lorren, she hadn't considered that could be what she was doing. But there was no way she was jealous of anyone over Clark. She had never seen this Diana person he was dating now, and Cat had only seen her from a distance, so she had to take Cat's supermodel description with a grain of salt. From a physical standpoint Lois knew that Clark Kent had a lot going for him, 6'4, full of muscle, a strong hairline, and a semi-charming smile. His problem was that he was shy and too passive, if he took charge he might not miss out on all the excitement in life. Maybe it was a Kansas thing? Today was the closest thing he'd ever been to aggressive. They always made fun of him, why would he speak up now? Maybe he really likes this girl.

"So Clark. How long have you been dating, uh, what was her name?" Lois finally asked.

"Diana and I have known each other for a while now, but we only started dating recently." Lois wasn't one to forget, she remembered Diana's name, she was doing this on purpose.

"I see. So what does she do?"

"Uh, she just finished school, she studied foreign languages, she hasn't found a job yet."

"Just finished school? How old is she?"

"23."

"Isn't she a little young for you?" Lois was fishing now, there had to be something about Diana, to make Clark so defensive.. He never defended Lorren, so he couldn't have liked her that much, but he defended Diana before we said anything about her.

"I'm 27, 4 years isn't that big of a deal."

"I guess not." However Lois was still skeptical, if she was fresh out of college with no job, how did she have money for furniture? And where was she staying? Hopefully Clark wasn't getting walked over, he may be a country bumpkin, but he was too nice of a guy to be taken advantage of. "Anyway, I got things to do." Lois stood, gathering her notebook and recorder. "One more thing Smallville, I will NEVER, be jealous of anyone you date, ever!" Lois then spun around and walked out of the office without another word to anyone. Clark could only smile to himself.

"That went well." He said to himself.

Diana was miserable, why did she agree to this? Morris Jackson was a real estate giant, who partnered with the Wonder Women Foundation to build several shelters for battered women and children. He wasn't a bad man, in fact he was quite the stand up guy. Diana just didn't want to be here anymore. Months ago, when the deal was being worked out, Diana had agreed to dinner with Morris, after the opening of the first shelter. She couldn't get out of it now, so she got herself into Princess mode. She wore a elegant red dress, high heels, her bracelets and tiara, and her lasso attached to her hip. They were were at a very upscale restaurant in St. Louis, where the waiters wore tuxedos and the food was incredibly expensive. She also noticed that the portions were tiny. Clark would definitely feel out of place here, and the more she thought about it, she felt out of place herself. She wished she was with Clark. She felt like herself when she was with him, not lies, no facades. Tonight, she had to be prim and proper, when she would prefer to relax. Sitting on the floor with Clark eating Chinese food, surrounded by poorly written instruction manuals sounded wonderful. Maybe they can do that later? She'd definitely have to eat again after this.

"You know I think this is going to be a very successful project." Morris said.

"Yes, your enthusiasm was very helpful in getting everything done. I thank you for that."

"You're welcome. Places like this are important to me. My father was a heavy drinker, and he would beat up my mother. I used to ask her why she would put up with it. And every time she would ask 'Where would I go?' it broke my heart every time."

Diana felt the same way about her mother. She felt sympathy for him, he had actually seen his mother put through her horror. "You don't want what happened to her, to happen to anyone else."

"No, anything I can do to stop that from happening, I will do. I grew up in this town, I've never truly left it. I know that my story isn't unique. There are a lot of people going through the same thing, some have it even worse."

"I didn't realize this was your home. I guess that's why you were so adamant that the first shelter be built here."

"Yes. I've always wanted to build this area up so that one day, when I have a wife and child, they won't have to deal with the same problems my mother and I did... My whole life, I always wondered if I had it in me to be the kind of man I need to be, maybe that's why I've never settled down."

"I see"

"Have you ever thought about settling down?" He suddenly asked.

There it is. It was inevitable, every time she turned around another man was hitting on her. At the very least Morris wasn't rude about it. He tried to play it off as a simple question, but it wasn't going to work.

"Mr. Jackson. I'm sorry, but I know what you're leading to, and I'm not interested in a personal relationship with a business partner. Perhaps you misunderstood me when I accepted your invite to dinner. Tonight is only meant to recognize the beginning of what I hope is a very successful effort by our two organizations, nothing more."

Morris paused, then laughed wryly. "I guess you caught me. I suppose you get that a lot."

"Constantly."

"I guess no one is immune to the allure of Wonder Woman."

Clark was sitting on his living room couch with his feet up and his arms crossed. He was deep in thought. Where to get pizza? Giarratano's from Chicago? Robby's from New York? Or Imperioli's from Detroit? Decisions, decisions, decisions.

"Hey Clark." Diana said floating through the balcony door. "You busy?"

"Oh wow!" Clark said noticing how gorgeous she looked in the dress she was wearing. Ignoring the fact that she just startled him again. "Not really busy, I was just figuring out where to get dinner."

"Oh good. I'm a little hungry too. What were you going to have?"

"I was about to order up a couple of pizzas. Do you want one?"

"Yes." Diana said happily, this was what she wanted.

"Let me know what you want." Clark, handed her a coupon, and she looked it over briefly.

"It's in Detroit?"

"Uh yeah, I couldn't decide if I wanted Chicago style or New York style, so I figured I'd get both. On the recommendation of your favorite Green Lantern, John Stewart, Imperioli's is one of my top pizza places. They make a quality pie."

"I see." Diana always got along well with John. His military attitude and approach to life always reminded her of Phillipus, and he was from Detroit, he would be the one to know where to get good food there.

Clark ordered, and shortly later flew to Detroit to pick up the pizzas. Leaving Diana alone in his apartment. She sat for a few minutes, then decided to explore. She went through his kitchen, office and living room, before venturing to his bedroom. Once there, she noticed something. Everything he arranged in his home was completely symmetrical. Everything, from the tables and lamps on each side of his bed, to the twin bookshelves on each wall parallel to the bed. It was all the same, to the way his dresser was arranged, there was a decorative box in the center where she assumed he kept his keys and wallet, and on either side of that were smaller identical boxes that were full of small buttons, each with a needle and thread sitting on the top, he apparently lost a lot of buttons. The symmetry bothered her, it was too organized, too mathematical. The more she thought about it, the Fortress was the same way. Maybe he liked it like this? Except he doesn't seem to be the type to make a big fuss how a home was decorated. Maybe it was a Kryptonian habit? Who knows? Either way, she decided if she lived here, it would be totally different.

Figuring he would get back any minute she quickly left his bedroom, and sat back on the couch. Sure enough 30 seconds later, he came swooping in with a strange looking package in his hands. Diana was confused at the object.

"That's the strangest looking pizza box I've ever seen." She remarked.

"Nah, this is just something I made to keep them hot. It's modified from something Kryptonian." He said as he quickly gathered plates, glasses and a pitcher of kool-aid from the fridge. They sat next to each other on his couch with the pizzas on the coffee table. Diana quickly dug into her pizza. "I thought you had a dinner thing tonight. Why are you so hungry?"

"It was at some fancy 5 star restaurant in St. Louis, the food was very good, but there wasn't much of it."

"Uh huh. So did you accomplish whatever it is you wanted?"

"For the most part. It was a dinner with Morris Jackson recognizing the opening of the first shelter for battered women and children we have partnered to build."

"Whoever Morris Jackson is."

"He's a successful real estate mogul. He even tried to hit on me"

"Hmm?" Clark didn't like that at all, but knew he had to stay cool. He could get defensive about Diana Prince, but not Wonder Woman. "You obviously shot him down right?"

"Obviously. But enough about that, I wanted to tell you what I saw today."

Diana told him about the little girl with the cardboard bracelets and tiara, and about her plan to make and market them. She got excited again, even more so than she was that morning. Mostly because she was telling Clark. Julia would caution Diana about some of her ideas, but would always do what she wished. On the other hand, Clark would be totally honest with her. If he thought it was a bad idea, he'd say so.

"So basically it's like giving away a Sesame Street backpack for a donation to PBS?"

"Yes, just like that."

"I think it's a good idea. I bet it'll open some wallets. As long as it isn't my parents."

"Why wouldn't your parents support me?"

Clark laughed. "You, they might support. But let's just say, I never got that Grover backpack I wanted when I was a kid."

"They don't like PBS?"

"No, it's not that, they never cared about fancy backpacks and stuff. I always got a plain one from the general store."

"Aww, did little Clark get sad?" Diana teased leaning in close to his face. Clark didn't say anything he just gave her an annoyed look. Then he laughed himself.

They finished off their pizza and watched a movie, there wasn't much conversation during. They simply enjoyed being together. Unfortunately Diana couldn't stay, because Clark had to work in the morning. She also had to be reminded to fly out the balcony, as to not confuse the front desk people again. She wasn't sure why she did it, but was glad she did. Before she flew away, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Oh." Clark remarked about the kiss. "I'd say that's a good thing."