Walk and talk

“Actually, I was thinking we’d walk. It’s not far.” You turn east with a sweeping this way gesture and Diana falls into stride beside you.

“Those glasses make a surprisingly decent disguise” you offer after a few steps.

She gives a small but genuine smile. “Don’t they? I got the idea from…a friend. I think it’s not that they hide my face so much as people just can’t imagine Wonder Woman wearing them.”

“Well they fooled me and I was expecting you.” Her legs are long enough you have to make an effort to keep up with her, even tho she doesn’t seem to be hurrying. “Aside from the glasses tho, you look very nice. I thought you said Diana Prince dresses “frumpily?” That is not the adjective I would use to describe that dress.”

She gives a slight shrug, ignoring the compliment. “Normally when I go out incognito, I make it a point to dress more plainly, lots of baggy sweaters and so forth. Adds to the camouflage.” She keeps her gaze straight ahead. “But I agreed to a date, which implies making a certain amount of effort. Besides it’s not as if I have to worry about you figuring out my dual identity.”

Your chuckle sounds less **** this time. “I appreciate that. Tho I’m still having a hard time picturing the word frumpy applying to you in any context.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen my cat lady sweatshirt,” she offer cheerily.

“Wow. OK well now I have to see it.”

“One date at a time.”

You’re 90% sure she didn’t mean to imply that a second date might be on the table, but all the same the idea hangs in the air for several moments.

“Is it a relief?” after you’ve walked half a block and your wits have recovered a bit. “Knowing that I already know your identity and you don’t have to worry about camouflage?”

“It might be, with someone I could trust. But I already know you aren’t trustworthy.”

“That’s a little unfair. I’ve been completely honest with you since we met.”

That earns you some side eye. “Met? You mean since you found me **** and took advantage of my temporary vulnerability to tie me up and **** me to answer highly personal questions to feed your own perverse gratification?”

“Potayto potahto,” you reply with a grin, a little bit of your confidence coming back. “Semantics aside, I’ve kept my word and done every thing I said I would.”

She looks away with a mildly disgusted noise. The oversized glasses mask her expression, but you think there’s the slightest bit of uncertainty in her posture.