Clark was watching the clock, only 3 more hours. Monitor duty had become a chore, nobody ever wanted to do it, but now that nothing was happening in the world it was even more unbearable. Even J'onn, who took more shifts than anyone had enough of doing nothing. Hal & Wally tried to convince everyone that they didn't even need to do shifts anymore. Bruce however was having none of that, he wasn't going to allow anyone let their guard down. Quite frankly he was the only one of them who was at all busy these days. Clark was totally still, if he wasn't breathing he might look dead. He just stared at the clock totally deadpan. He'd agreed on the rule that they couldn't listen to music while on duty, but now he was regretting that decision. When the Batman walked in, he still didn't move, only shifting his eyes.

"Bruce, why is it the watchtower is home to some of the most advanced technology in this sector, but we still have analog clocks?"

"What?"

"Seriously, they still have AA batteries. Is that really the best we could come up with?" The Batman was silent. Clark's silly questions about clocks weren't worthy of a response. Clark finally spun around in his chair. "So what are you doing here?"

"Meeting."

"That's today? Really?" Clark hasn't exactly been on top of League activities lately. There was nothing for them to do. In his boredom he completely forgot about the meeting, he wondered which would be worse: Monitor duty or a meeting where no one had anything to report? At the very least he would see Diana again so it wouldn't be all bad. They hadn't seen each other since their pizza and movie night several days ago, they had only spoken over the phone about Diana's inability to find clothes that fit. "Well, alright, I'll see you there."

When Diana arrived at the watchtower she was greeted first by Oliver Queen and Dinah Lance.

"Hey Diana! How's the move to Metropolis?" Dinah spoke first.

"Is Clark helping you get settled in?" Ollie added.

"The move has been very good. Clark has been very helpful." Diana answered both of them. "And speaking of Clark, I wanted to speak to him, excuse me."

As Diana exited the room Dinah turned to Ollie and whispered, "Something's going on with them."

"Going on with who?"

" Diana and Clark dummy, I think there's something going on between them."

"You've been saying that for like 2 years, I don't believe you anymore."

"Well this time I have proof. She called him Clark."

"That's his name. We all call him that."

"She's always calls him Kal. Something must have changed for her to start calling him Clark. Maybe that's why she moved to Metropolis, so they could be together." Dinah wondered aloud.

"If she's living in Metropolis they probably hang out together, they always do, except now she's got to keep his ID. Why wouldn't she call him that?"

Dinah paused, "That's true I guess. But I don't know, I've never heard her call him Clark."

"Even if they are hooking up. Does it really matter?" He asked.

Clark heard Ollie and Dinah's conversation from 3 sections away. He wasn't trying to listen, but sometimes he had no choice but to hear. Dinah was on to them, Ollie didn't seem to care one way or the other. He and Diana weren't exactly hiding from anyone in the league. It was common knowledge that they were close. They told everyone they were friends, so spending time together wasn't anything out of the ordinary. So many of them wondered if they were already involved romantically, it probably wouldn't be a shock to find out that they were. If of course what they were doing had anything to do with romance. The kiss made him think so, she hadn't done that before, but he couldn't be sure about anything. He wanted to ask her how she truly felt, and to tell her his feelings, but that didn't come easy for him. He didn't really know how, he had no examples of how a man expressed feelings, Jonathan Kent rarely did it with words. There's no doubt in Clark's mind that Jonathan loved him as much as any father could love a son, but he couldn't recall a time in his entire life when he actually said the words, he rarely even said them to Martha. Jor-El showed even less emotion, Clark often wondered how close the simulation was Jor-El's actual personality. Lara's simulation didn't show much either. With no examples he deemed worthy enough to duplicate, Clark truly had no idea how to express himself to Diana. If he was honest with himself he was almost afraid to put himself out there. When it came to women, his confidence wasn't all that great, sure they flirted with him constantly, but every time he tried a relationship, he got kicked to the curb. Superman always got in the way. Lana Lang didn't want to deal with balancing Clark and Superman. Mayson Drake liked Clark, but was actively against Superman, so that would have gone nowhere. Lorren Landry dumped him because he disappeared without explanation all the time. Lois Lane was so enamored with Superman that Clark was invisible, so he never even attempted that. But Diana was totally on the other side of the spectrum. She understood Superman, she accepted him, but she didn't want him. She wanted the real man, without the masks. She would understand what Superman has to do and why he must do it, she would understand because she would be right there beside him every step of the way.

"Hi Clark!" Diana said with a big smile, walking into the monitor room.

"Hey." He responded cheerfully, it took Diana less than 5 seconds to lift his mood. Her smile just completely changed the outlook of his day.

"After the meeting, lets meet up at the fortress."

"Uh... okay, what for?"

"I need a workout, the lack of action around here is making me feel out of shape. I need to be sharp, just in case something happens."

"No problem."

"Good." Diana's smile lit up again. Clark wondered if she was planning something, and if so, was it good or bad for him.

The meeting went as expected, with the exception of the Batman, nobody was dealing with anything worse than a local bank robbery. Gotham City though, was a mess, crooked politicians, crazed villains and a police department in shambles. In the middle of it all was one man, the Batman. Since no one but him was doing any significant hero related work. They were trying to convince the caped crusader to accept some help. Wally was 5 minutes into his latest pitch to get Clark and Diana to step in.

"Seriously, if people just see them flying around it'll lift their spirits. I can't think of feeling any safer than when Superman and Wonder Woman are around." The scarlet speedster had a feeling that he was wasting his breath, but was still hopeful Bruce might budge.

"I work alone." Bruce said in his usual way.

"Well, I tried." Wally said dismissing the thought quickly. "Hey blue, we should go club hopping."

"What?" Clark asked, he hadn't been paying attention.

"Meeting over, were done." The Batman suddenly said, and swiftly left the room, followed by several others.

"We should go to the club, Hal's not around so I need a wing man tonight." Wally continued.

Diana tried her best to hide her expression, she knew what Hal and Wally did when they went out. She didn't like the thought of Clark being involved in that sort of behavior. She didn't think he would abandon their plans at the fortress, but she wasn't sure how he would respond to Wally's request. Fortunately, he didn't have to.

"Wally, if you two went clubbing, you'd be the wing man. There's no way in the world, Superman would have to take one for the team. I don't think you'd be okay with that. You and Hal have your system worked out, but you wouldn't even see see a girl if he was there." Zatanna spoke up just before she left the conference room. Wally sat silent, pondering her words.

"I guess she's right, but it doesn't matter, I'm not much of a club guy anyway." Clark told Wally.

That wasn't all together true, he went out to clubs from time to time, but they were much more low key than where Wally and Hal went.

"Plus we made plans to work out together, so he was already busy. Maybe another time." Diana spoke up for him, and began to drag him out of the conference room by his cape.

At the fortress, they faced off against each other in a simulator room as large as a football stadium. Clark knew what a workout to Diana meant, it was at least two hours of hand to hand combat, which wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that it consisted of Diana beating him up and down the floor for most of that time. His fighting technique wasn't on par with hers, she has been training him for some time now, so he's better than he was. However there was no question she was still the master, she's had 20 years of intense combat training, with a immortal clan of warrior women, he simply relied on being able to out punch his opponent. She could read him like a book, countering every move he tried. Her quickness was a match to his, she could block, or throw punches just as quickly as he could. It frustrated him to no end, and when he got that way, his technique faltered. He went for a hay maker, she dodged it with ease and gave him two to the body and one to the head, knocking him down.

"What did I tell you about throwing a flawed punch?" She teased.

Clark didn't respond, he simply dove at her swinging his arms wildly. Using his momentum against him, she grabbed his arm and put her left knee in his gut, threw a combination of punches to his chest, then a low roundhouse kick to his legs to knock him down. He anticipated her swinging leg and jumped over, he was fast, but Diana was smart. In one fluid motion she quickly stood, and spun again, this time aiming her roundhouse kick at his head. Her heel connected square on the side of his head before his feet could touch the ground again. He flipped over and landed on his face about 10 feet away from her.

"Ah! Dammit! You kicked me in the ear!" Clark rolled on the ground several times before standing up, clutching the side of his head.

Diana just smiled, he'd get over it shortly. "Good workout. Thank you for that, but you're still telegraphing your punches. You're never going to beat me if you continue to do that."

"So we're done?" He knew he wouldn't beat her like that. He didn't even try anymore.

"Yeah, we can be done." She relented as he began exiting the training room. He picked up several towels from a rack next to the door, and tossed her one.

"So how bad did I do this time?"

"Not that bad, but you let your frustration get the best of you. The longer the fight goes on the more you drop your technique."

"I've found the most effective tactic is to get you in a wrestling match. I can usually win those. Except for today."

"That's why I don't let you get inside my defense." Diana said crossly. She hated to admit that he could out grapple her. Despite her training, he was still able to out muscle her.

"So, do you want to shower here or will you go back to your apartment?"

"I'll shower here, I don't really like the shower in my apartment. It's too small, and I hate that I can't stretch out in the tub. Aside from Themyscira this is the best place to get cleaned up, the watchtower is too utilitarian. In fact if you had a bathing pool it would be perfect here."

"Oh, I'll keep that in mind. So you go first, I'll be in the kitchen."

Diana left towards the wing of the fortress where his shower was, while she walked she noticed that everything was built symmetrically. Just like his apartment, just as she suspected, it was a Kryptonian habit. He explained to her that the structure of the fortress was basically built by one of the crystals left in his ship. That explained the fortress, but not his apartment. Did he decorate that way on purpose? She didn't like his apartment as it was, but here is wasn't so bad, actually it was perfect, the fortress was a spectacular place to be. She felt privileged to be one of the only people to have ever seen it.

After they both showered, they sat together in his kitchen area. This was a bit awkward, neither were sure what to do, usually after sparring she would leave. Clark was drinking water from a large container.

"So uh, did you ever figure out your clothes situation?" He asked. Several days ago she called him to ask where he bought the clothes he got for her. Apparently the mall didn't carry anything for a woman built like Diana.

"I found undergarments. Those were easy to find, but everything else that would fit me made me look dowdy. I don't want to dress like that. My height was the problem, I wasn't aware being 6 feet tall was such an issue for a woman."

"Neither did I."

"But I've found a solution. I'm going to re create my favorite styles by making everything myself. Tomorrow I'm going to Themyscira to get the material. It's much thicker than what's found here anyway."

"Oh, cool. Say hey to Kara for me." He remarked before taking a swig of water.

"I will." Diana paused, she wasn't sure how he'd react to her next statement. "I'm also going to speak with my mother. I'm going to tell her about us."

Clark didn't stop drinking. He downed more than half a gallon of water without stopping.

"Okay. If that's what you think is best."

"You think I shouldn't tell her?"

"I don't know, she's your mother, I just want to keep all my parts."

"I suppose I understand that. How did your parents react when you told them about us?"

"I haven't told them yet. But I'm sure they'll be ecstatic."

"You haven't told them? I thought you told them everything?"

"I don't tell them that much, especially who I'm dating. That just causes too many unwanted questions. It's not that I'm ashamed of you or anything, I just think it would be better if you were there to meet them"

"I'll do that. I would say the same to you, but my mother may not be as receptive."

"I understand. So let me know how it goes, so I'll know know if I have to keep my head on a swivel for angry Amazons."

"Will do." Diana smiled.