"Clark and I aren't ordinary people, and Bruce is Batman. You could say we traded secrets, right?"
Diana descended from midair, blinking as she smiled. But Bruce turned and started walking back, shaking his head. "That isn't fair. The fact that you aren't ordinary people is obvious common sense."
Diana hurried after him, sounding unconvinced. "Clark just didn't disguise himself properly..."
"Do you think you disguised yourself well?" Bruce turned to look at her, then lowered his gaze to her wrist. Diana wore a sporty hoodie with long sleeves, but a metallic gleam still flashed beneath the cuff.
Following his gaze, Diana looked at her wrist. She reached out and pushed up her sleeve, revealing two ornate metal bracelets around her arm. Pursing her lips, she said, "I just like wearing jewelry from my people. Is that not allowed?"
"Of course it is. It would be even better if the gems on them didn't change color."
Diana choked on her words, but then became even more indignant. She quickly caught up to Bruce and said, "Then the fact that you're Batman isn't much of a secret either. Batman's exposed chin looks exactly like yours!"
"The one who wrote that wildly popular report was Clark, not you. Truly, in an age without heroes, even a brat can become famous."
Clark hurried over and grabbed Diana's already-raised fist. The long-haired princess gave a cold snort and swept her black hair behind her ear.
But then she began examining her bracelets again. Staring at them, she asked in confusion, "Do the gems on these change color? What color were they originally?... I've worn them for at least a hundred years. How did I never notice?"
Clark covered his eyes. Walking beside Diana, he shook his head and said, "You still haven't realized he