A Night Out

“How often do you go to these things?” you asked as the jet entered the atmosphere. The console indicated high winds but Wonder Woman seemed to have no issues navigating the flightpath.

“There are several dozen dates in my calendar every year with these events,” answered the prettiest pilot you had ever seen. “As ambassador of Themyscira I try to attend the ones that matter to the people of the World. Or ones that pique my interest.”

You considered her words, watching the mountains below speed past.

“And what kind is this gala thing?”

“The interesting kind,” she said with a tight smile. You waited for her to elaborate and after tapping a few crystalline switches she did. “Luthorcorp is involved. Some new kind of satellite being launched. Luthor needs to be made aware that my eyes are on him, should he ever try something.”

You frowned, a bit confused by Diana’s shift in demeanor, sounding meaner. Why would Wonder Woman need to keep tabs on Lex Luthor?

“Isn’t he a… humanitarian?” you had to inquire, to which Wonder Woman’s sidelong glance told you otherwise. You guessed all those tabloid rumors about Lexcorp’s dirty dealings weren’t so unfounded then.

“Luthor is a genius. But a complicated and small man,” she went on, admiring and pitying the said genius at the same time. “He is a frustrating foe for Kal El.” There was a sigh and the Amazon decided she wanted to talk about something else. You think you knew who she was talking about? Kal El was Superman’s real name, right? “Did you ask Tina out?” inquired Diana, casually but obviously invested.

You gulped, trying to focus on the approaching horizon to avoid her arresting gaze.

“She wanted to keep things… professional,” you recounted, wearing the disappointment plainly on your face.

“Oh she is a fool,” scoffed Wonder Woman to your surprise. “She denies her feelings but I saw the way she looks at you in your suit.” You tried not to smile too widely but you were very pleased by her insights. “You are capable and handsome,” continued your cheerleader. “And you smell so good.”

You caught her licking her lips and she titled the controls and shifted the jet into a descent before you could say anything. “What is that remarkable cologne or perfume you are wearing tonight?” she wondered, not bothered by the sudden change in momentum as the craft closed in for a landing.

“I’m not wearing any cologne,” you answered, gripping the arm rests tightly as the ground rushed up.

“Oh? Hmm… well your scent is delic- delightful, John,” the Amazon finished, and you had to assume complimenting your aroma was some form of Themysciran politeness.

The ship landed in a field and you’d been too preoccupied to see exactly where. You unbuckled and stood, sure footed again now that you were on the ground, then followed Wonder Woman to the descending ramp. She stopped before stepping off, turning to you. “It will just be a few hours shaking hands and rubbing elbows, so to speak,” she said, adjusting your tie as an excuse to move close to you. “Thank you for accompanying me. Any mission, no matter where and for what purpose, carries risk.”

“Doctor McGee said to stick close to you,” you recalled, trying not to get lost in her ice blue eyes. She was only a bit taller than you but you still had to look up. She was in heels.

“I would very much like that, Doctor Doe,” the woman said. Her fingers traced your stiff collar, her breath on you now. “I would insist you stay within arms reach. After the speeches we will need to find some place quiet… so that I may get my dose. And so that I may thank you.”

The look she gave you made your smooth tailored suit feel hot and tight. She pulled away with the barest wink and beckoned you to follow her out of the plane.