#amazonborn

      “ so we’re all  ..  NOT , not gonna celebrate your birthday - but i can’t believe you didn’t mention it . why not though i mean you don’t really age do you ? i know it was yesterday but -  “  he approaches diana in the most natural  BARRY-ESQUE way , lots of questions it seems .  why’d he find out through bruce though ? 

Steve smiled at his dancing partner, a modest smile, the same one he’s been using since he met Diana. The snow continued to fall around the two, usually he would mind, but just not tonight. 

He cleared his throat, “Well thank you for correcting me.” He took everything she said seriously of course, and it meant so much coming from Diana, but he couldn’t help but put some lightness into the mix.

“I would say a little bit of both. She has her best interests in mind but she needs to not do it in a way that seems like a creeper. Who chases someone down like that? Ew, pushy mother of the year award should go to her.”

           AMUSEMENT plays over the billionaire’s expression, less on the topic of conversation Gary Rochester was trying to impose on him but rather the view of men after men failing to woo the belle of the ball from across the room. He nods along, still barely listening, silently stalking the parade of men flailing at her feet and that distinct look of annoyance and exhaustion he’d seen enough of in his age. Not even bothering with an excuse, he crosses the room to steal her attention with a careful grip of her hand before an incoming stranger can take it from him. ❛  Would you care for a dance?  ❜ 

The music came out of headphones, loud enough to be heard even by the person beside him. It blocked out the outside world, the ability to think of anything besides the paper laid out in front of him, the hot coffee sitting in the cup beside him, the bustling of Gotham was nothing more than an after thought to him as his pen etched away, writing words as they came to him but soon, he hits a road block, sitting back in the comfortable chair, eyes dancing upwards and  catching a beautiful lady standing in line. Hands reach up, removing earbuds and ignoring stopping the music as his gaze dances over her frame, lips drawing an almost sharp breathe between  them and he offers her a small, boyish yet extremely confident smile. “If you need a place to sit, that’s open.”