Ice Skating Fun

   "Diana, no. I mean it. I won't." Diana gave him her best and most winning smile.

"Come on, Bruce! I want to learn and I'm almost certain that you can teach me. Or do I need to go to Kal?" Bruce got a fierce look of jealousy on his face. Diana laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

Thirty minutes ago, Diana had been trying to persuade Bruce to bring her to the ice skating rink. After much convincing, he finally relented and they got into his bright yellow Lamborghini and went. As of fifteen minutes ago, she had been trying, and failing, to convince him to skate with her. "It's just ice skating, you big baby."

"I'll make a fool out of myself," mumbled Bruce, so quietly that Diana could scarcely pick up on his words. Once her mind pieced together what little of his statement that was loud enough to hear, she rolled her eyes and tied her deep blue ice skates.

"At least we'll be making fools out of ourselves together." He glared at her and Diana stuck out her bottom lip in what Bruce called "Diana's Please, Please, Please, Brucie" face. He covered his eyes with his hands, presumably to prevent himself from falling into the perilous trap of the said expression. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked up to his face and where his eyes would have been could she have seen them. This is where Bruce made a terrible mistake. Once she completed this act of deviousness, he must could not have helped himself and he peeked through his fingers at his pouty but determined lover. Diana made sure to really put on the charm then. He held her gaze for a long moment until he groaned.

To her surprise, Bruce reached down to his own black ice skates that Diana had rented for him once they arrived at the rink and began to slip them on. "Okay. So you're really going to do this."

"Yes. Because of your sneaky, conniving ways." Diana smirked triumphantly. Usually, Bruce did not give in that easily but Diana was not complaining. Any moment she could spend with her dear boyfriend was treasured. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you for this. I really do appreciate it." She heard him sigh and look up at her from his kneeled down position.

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Oh, but you'll die happily." Diana stopped and thought. "That reminds me of a song I heard the other day." She pondered on this subject for a few moments until her face lit up in recognition. "Oh, yeah!" She began singing. "This love will be the death of me. But I know I'll die happily! I'll know, I'll know, I'll know. Because you love me so, yeah!"

"Diana, please stop." Diana complied and looked at her dearest sourpuss.

"Oh, lighten up. But wait. You can't because," she leaned close to his ear and brought her voice to a whisper, "you're the Dark Knight." Then Diana pulled back and laughed loudly. Bruce shook his head and chuckled a bit.

"That quote wins 'Worst Pun of the Year.'" Diana just laughed harder. "I've never seen a woman who laughed so much at her own joke." She managed to get a hold of herself and brought the hysterics to a halt. Although that didn't prevent a few giggles from escaping.

"If you do not laugh at your own jokes, then who will?" Bruce thought on that and shrugged his shoulders.

"You actually have a point there. Anyway, are you ready to skate?" Diana vigorously nodded her head.

"Come on!" Diana took flight so that she wouldn't fall on her rear when she walked. She extended a hand for Bruce to grab. He gave her a look that said "really?" and she shook her head in confirmatory. He grabbed it eventually but not without great hesitation on his part. She flew them above the rink and slowly lowered them until Bruce's skates were touching the ice. Once he was on it and steadied, she landed beside him. Immediately, she unceremoniously fell on her behind. Diana groaned and looked up at Bruce. He looked to be desperately holding back a laugh. Diana blew a strand of hair out of her face. He finally couldn't help it and let out a small chuckle. "Are you going to laugh at me or are you going to help me up?" He reached down and gently but firmly brought her up and onto her feet. Diana stood on her feet for a minute and allowed a triumphant smile to creep on her face.