Entry Log:  AE:2:372

Time:  4:30 PM

Date:  12-18-01

Place of Entry:  Wonder Dome

 

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I’m still getting used to this dome, that’s for sure.  I’ve been exploring how deep it goes, it’s like a literal

palace!!  It beats an apartment any day though.  Frankly, I haven’t a clue how anyone can live in those

dreadful things.

 

 

 

Currently I am changing from my work clothes—you know, since I work within the Gateway Museum

helping Cassandra’s mother—to this DRESS…  Bruce gave it to me.  It’s rather classy, I must say.

That’s one up to dating a man of a higher class like Bruce.  He knows what true eloquent style is.  And I

just have a feeling it was he who chose is.  The previous dress he bought me, I knew Alfred did.

Alfred’s choice was a satin black dress that flared after my waist for my legs and had gold straps, with a

princess cut collar.  This dress is a champagne color, made of silk with satin underneath, that’s a tighter

fit clear down, with slits running up both sides.  It’s a low V collar with the spaghetti straps.  I don’t think

Alfred would make it a goal to bare skin, just to show off form.  The dress also has a wrap and sandal

high-heels.

 

 

 

You may ask why I’m choosing to do this.  Well, Bruce’s former ward and legal son, Dick Grayson,

was attacked around the fourteenth or fifteenth of the month.  He’s been in a coma ever since.  I don’t

know all details, but that’s the jist.  He’s probably been dwelling on that and not leaving the hospital…

So maybe, Alfred and I think, I can pull him away.  It might do him some good, the poor man.  Even if I

can just convince him to take a walk with me, it’ll be good.  I remember when Donna was nearly

killed…  It tore my heart apart.  I can’t imagine it if she had been a daughter-figure to me, instead of a

sister.

 

 

 

That’s another thing.  Donna’s furious, Bruce refuses to let the Titans in the room.  Frankly, I’m shocked

she hasn’t punched him down already.  Or the other two (Wallace has been a no-show).  I’ve messed

with the Titans before.  It must be the fact that Bruce is the father-figure of Dick’s life that’s restraining

them.  They worship the ground he walks on, basically.  And I can understand why, I’ve worked with

HIM before as well.  Lovely man, very, VERY well raised.  He has a smile that could brighten any

day—I never believed Donna when she would tell me that, but when I saw it for the first time… she was

right.  No, I’m not attracted to him, not like that.  He’s an attractive young man, however.  And one to

match Bruce in physical looks.  Black hair, blue eyes, that darker skin.  The difference is their behaviors.

 

 

 

Bruce is so dark, his eyes are so deep and passionate with his “night time activities”.  He’s tense all the

time, and very truthful to the fact.  He can see clarity in whatever the situation may be, no matter how

stunning, appalling, or painful.

 

 

 

Dick is very friendly, and his eyes show a scarred innocence.  It’s been wounded, but it’s still existent.

He too is tense all the time, but he doesn’t know how to face situations.  Unlike his elder, his clarity of

situations is clouded.  It’s that innocence that protects him, shields him, from painful truths.  Poor young

man.

 

            

 

I pull my hair up into a high pony tail, beginning a style that Donna taught me that I can do with my hair.

With how wavy it is, sometimes it doesn’t exactly do things that curly hair or straight hair can do.  So I

pull it up into a pony tail atop my head and pull a few strands down to frame my face.  Since my hair is

black, she gave me these diamond hair pins just for looks to match the loop that holds my hair up.  I try

to wear horrid silver loop earrings (I’m not found of earrings, you know) and a silver choker.  But upon

decider the choker is literally choking me, I pull it off and rid of it into a drawer.  Honestly, Bruce is the

first person I’ve ever dressed up for like this.  The last time I had to dress up, it was for

Bobby’s—Donna’s son’s—funeral.  But that was a funeral.  This is an attempt to salvage the sanity of a

man I… seem to be caring for… quite a bit.

 

 

 

Cassandra once asked me, “So… when’re you and that Bruce guy going to get married?!”  I had to

inform her that the likeliness of that happening is less likely than us actually have something more than a

“dating” relationship.  “Didja kiss yet?”  “No, we haven’t.”  “And you’ve gone out five times?!”  “Dating

isn’t just about kissing and sex and preparation for marriage.  It’s about getting to  know someone—“

“Which includes getting to know their mouths!  You’re dating a COMPLETE hottie and you—“  “—and

I am not even prepared for such a thing!  Cassandra, Bruce and I merely enjoy each other’s company.

We go out as friends, there isn’t any possibility for more—“  “He buys you jewelry and dresses!”  “As a

friend.”  “Riiiiight…”

 

 

 

Okay, so maybe I would… like to actually have something beyond a friendship with him, but I don’t

think HE wants that.  I think he just wants a friendship, and it’s out of the question that I even suggest a

thing like that, especially with a young man he loves as a son in a critical state…  I feel sorry for them

all…

 

 

 

I must go finish dressing and preparing myself to go down and try to… distract Bruce for a time.  I will

log later, when I come home.

 

 

 

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--Diana