Double Trouble [Wonder Woman, Superman]

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The yellow taxi cab pulled up in front of The Daily Planet building and screeched to a halt. “That’ll be six-fifty, ma’am,” the driver barked to his female passenger, eyeing her in the rearview mirror.

“Thank you, kind sir,” the woman replied before she exited the vehicle. Taking her place on the sidewalk, she stood at the front passenger’s side, opened her purse, and began fumbling for her wallet.

Lowering the automatic window with the touch of a button, the driver clamped his pouty lips around the small nub of a cigar he was smoking and took another deep drag as he watched the stranger and waited patiently. He could tell by her actions that she was new in town. And although he thought she was pretty and had a very familiar face—from TV or the newspapers?-- she appeared very plain and ordinary to him. He didn’t think she was bad-looking, but her conservative look didn’t motivate him to ask her out or pursue anything more with her. All he wanted to do was collect his fee and be on his way.

He noticed that her long raven-black hair was pulled back severely and tied up in a tight bun on top of her head. Her thick-rimmed glasses prevented anyone from admiring her eyes. What color were they? Her blue blazer was a bit oversized and completely covered the white blouse she was wearing underneath it. And her straight navy skirt cut off her hips and hid any curves he assumed she had. He didn’t know if she dressed that way intentionally to ward off potential suitors, or if she was a real tigress in disguise. Past experience had taught him that the plain-Jane wallflowers were usually hiding something. As she paid him and turned to enter the building, she left him pondering what her secret actually was.

In the lobby, the woman found her way to the reception area and smiled at the security guard on duty. “May I help you, ma’am?” he asked politely when they made eye contact.

“Yes,” she replied. “I’m here to see a friend. His name is Clark Kent.”

“Kent?” the guard repeated. “Yes! Nice guy. He works in the bullpen on the thirteenth floor. Let me ring his desk and tell him you’ve arrived. Your name, ma’am?”

“Diana. Diana Prince.”

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Clark was going through some papers he had on his desk. It was a rather slow day and he was getting ready for meeting Diana. He looked over at the clock just out of wonder before the buzzer went off letting him know that he had a message in coming from the front guard. "Yes?" He asked after clearing his throat. He listened as the guard said that Diana was here. "Alright thank you. Send her up." He said before standing up and starting to clean his desk area.

He wanted things to look good for Diana. After all they were friends and there was no harm in looking good for a friend. He looked over at the clock and then straightened his glasses and his suit so that way everything was straightened up. After all his parents.... His Earth parents taught him to always look his best, especially for a woman.

He looked up and say her arriving and smiled kindly in greeting as she got closer. "Hi Diana."

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The elevator ride from the lobby to the thirteenth floor had taken longer than Diana anticipated. She wasn’t used to stopping on EVERY floor, which had been the case. As some people exited the packed elevator, others entered it, making Diana feel like she was in the belly of a metal beast that was constantly feeding on and purging passengers.

As she waited for her floor, Diana’s thoughts drifted to her friends in the super-hero community. She felt very fortunate to know and work beside them all as Wonder Woman, and found the experience utterly fascinating. Not since her first encounter with the gods of Olympus as a young girl on Paradise Island had she been so awestruck.

Like anyone in the public eye, Diana experienced her fair share of gossip and innuendo. When she had first returned to America as Ambassador of Themyscira, the media stalked her like Warhounds from Hades, making her a celebrity overnight, with all the benefits and problems that came with being a public figure. She didn’t mind the sensational reporting and headlines, as long as no one was hurt by them, including herself.

Soon after she joined the ranks of the Justice League, the tabloids paired Wonder Woman with Superman, calling them “America’s Power Couple.” Whenever she was interviewed on radio or television, she never commented much about Superman and their friendship; she didn’t think it was any of their business. All she could remember from their initial meeting, almost four years ago, was the strange look he had given her and how uncomfortable she felt. To this day, those sensations continued to stir within her every time she interacted with the Man of Steel.

Rumors of her having an intimate relationship with Superman in her private life bothered Diana, but, deep down, she had entertained thoughts of them getting together and dating. Unlike her ally Batman, Superman had trusted her enough to reveal his secret identity to her, and now she was visiting Metropolis at his request, to work on deepening their friendship.

Suddenly, the sound of the doors opening brought Diana out of her daydreaming and back to reality, and she realized she had reached the thirteenth floor. Squeezing her way through the crowd, Diana exited the elevator and proceeded down the hallway in search of her friend.

On her journey, Diana passed several desks, one of them belonging to Jimmy Olsen. The freckle-faced redhead had his feet propped up, waiting in anticipation for Perry White to bellow his name and bark out orders for last-minute photos for the next edition. When Diana asked him where she might find Clark Kent, Jimmy looked up and was so startled that he almost fell out of his chair. Once he regained his composure, he smiled and pointed her in the right direction.

“Who’s that?” Lois Lane asked Jimmy as she watched the stranger walking toward Clark’s desk.

“Somebody to see Clark,” he answered, fidgeting with his camera.

Lois snubbed her nose at Diana, dismissing her as harmless. “When did Smallville get a girlfriend?” she wondered aloud.

Diana noted Lois' remark, but didn't respond to it. Instead, she walked up to Clark's desk and offered him a smile. “Good afternoon, Clark. You've told me so much about Chez Joey's; I can't wait to dine there with my favorite reporter! It’s a lovely day for a stroll in Metro Park afterward, too, unless you're too busy. Are you ready to go, or do you need to finish something first?”

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Clark smiled as Diana appeared and spoke. "Its great to see you too. I hope we'll enjoy this day." He hoped that he didn't seem to awkward as he spoke. He hadn't really practiced all this out. "I finished everything else I needed to do today. So we've got the rest of the day to ourselves." He paused abit. "Well unless something happens of course." After all they were both two of the worlds most iconic heroes. Though looking at them now it might not seem that way.

Clark turned and took his suit jacket off the back of his seat and put it back on before turning to Diana and smiling slightly after hearing Lois' comment. "After you my friend." He offered out of simple politeness. After all it didn't hurt to be polite to a friend.

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Diana smiled at Clark and couldn’t believe what he looked like in his secret identity. His dark hair was flat and combed differently, and his suit looked over-sized and wrinkled. As they headed back toward the elevator, she noticed that he was walking with a wider stride and slumped his shoulders to make him seem smaller in stature. Even though she was as wise as Athena, if she hadn’t known he was actually Superman, she’d have never have guessed it in a million years.

At their initial meeting almost four years ago, Diana thought Superman was a god. He had been the closest thing to Olympus she had ever encountered in Patriarch’s World. She had been so blinded by that misconception that she’d never taken a real look at the actual man who existed beneath the bright red cape. Now she was doing just that, and Clark Kent wasn’t a disappointment to her.

When they passed Jimmy’s desk, Lois was still standing there, watching Clark and his friend intently. The blank stare on her face didn’t give any indication of whether or not she was jealous of Diana.

“Taking a long lunch, Mr. Kent?” Jimmy asked, giving him a wink and a thumbs-up sign. Although Diana looked frigid to him, he thought she and Clark made a cute couple. Nerdy, but cute.

All Lois gave Clark was a dismissive wave.

Reaching the elevator, Diana stopped and turned to Clark. “I really don’t want to get inside that contraption again,” she told him. “Can we take the stairs instead? It’s only thirteen flights.”