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And it was pretty good but it just made me think of the books and how little we learned about the girl experiments. In the second book they told us that they were conducted the same, but like I highly doubt they developed the same way. Like boys and girls are hardwired differently with or without society putting stuff in people's heads. And that's not a bad thing. Like both boys and girls excel in different topics better than the other. So it's unlikely that the male maze and girl maze went exactly the same. Their societies that they built would be different but also similar. And I bet that the girls would be a lot friendlier and kinder to each other since they don't have society to tell them to fight against each other. And I would just really like to have a book about the girl's adventure in the maze, and also a book about day one in the maze for the girls. Â Â
You would only have pastel colors for your outfit then a giant paintbrush staff and you would look super cute hipster but you would alway arrive 15mins late because you were working at starbucks (you should totes draw yourself as this) also what's going on in your life?
sweet.. im going to draw this.. tomorrow maybeand i just got back from nyc and that was fun! what about you? we haven't talked in forever :0
ok you are definitely the mom of our friend group…. and i appreciate it! you always encourage me to get things done, you’re a very motivated practical person which really helps balance me out since im lazy and i get caught up in nothing. even though i’m still not producing much, your encouragement has gotten me to do more than i would have otherwise! you’re also a very good fairly old friend of mine…. middle school was a dark time…. and i love hanging out with you a lot and i really miss our theatre classes together from middle school tbh.
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(in case you don't know earlier on I sent my sis a part of a this fanfic on anon, but now she knows who and here's the rest of it)
PRESENT:
A Dashing black suit and a solid blue tie, black shiny dress shoes and slick combed black hair. Practically everyone stopped chewing to stare at the gorgeous man fixing his tie at the door. But literally everyone gawked when a woman entered. Tall and fit with olive skin, her killer legs were supported with unnecessarily tall black heels. Her figure, the perfect hour glass, clothed by a sparkling black dress that completed her bright blue eyes. Together this beautiful pair stood there until finally the man gestured over the host who had stopped everything he was doing to marvel at them.
"Oh uh, yes, sir how may I help you." The host could barely get his words out.
"Hi, we have a reservation for two, under Scott."
"Oh yes, Mr and Mrs Scott, right this way." The couple hooked arms and followed and bumbling host to their seats. "The waiter will be right with you."
"This is quite lovely. I'm so glad you let me come along, Bruce."
"I needed help with the spying and it would have been odd if I brought one of the kids along. Also my name is James." Bruce pauses and even quieter adds, "and Diana use the name I gave you."
Diana picks up a menu, "what wine should we order? I'm thinking something red."
"Pick whatever you want."
"But we want to pick something that really says we're married" she smiles at him teasingly.
"This is a mission, Allison" Bruce as always was too serious and on extra alert since Diana was here.
"I know, but you look so cute in that tie. Alfred did a great job picking that out."
"Don't mention real names. And I'll have you know I picked this out myself."
"Adorable, and did you pick out the rings by yourself too." She examines the giant diamond on her finger. "They're quite exquisite."
Bruce blushed, "focus on the mission."
"I have been. There's suspicious activity over on your 4 o clock and I'm guessing it's an illegal dealing. How about you?"
"It's clear on my view," Bruce grumbles.
Diana closes her menu and stares at Bruce's face, smiling.
"What?"
"You're too tense. We're a married couple out on a date. Enjoy it! I doubt you do this that often."
"And you do?" Diana thought she could hear a hint of concerning his voice.
"Haven't found someone worth my time yet." Â She sincerely smiles at him.
 EARLIER THAT WEEK:
Bruce sat there staring at his giant computer screen going over the information again and again. Illegal drug deals were happening all over Gotham, and the mastermind is was no where to be found. It was time for Batman to go under cover again. The highest amount of dealings were happening in a fancy restaurant in downtown Gotham. He couldn’t go as Bruce Wayne, but playing a rich married man on a date wouldn’t be that hard. He just needed a date.
“Alfred!”
“Yes, Master Bruce?”
“Do you remember that modeling place we saw while driving by yesterday?”
“Yes,sir, but might I recommend Ms. Prince?” The suggestion took Bruce by surprise.
“Diana? Why?”
“Well Ms. Prince is a government agent, and she is trained in both combat and many other things. Also, she called yesterday to say she would be visiting Gotham in a couple of days.”
“Smart thinking Alfred. Why don’t you call her up and we can begin to plan.”
“Of course, sir” As Alfred walked away Bruce thought he could hear him mutter, “It would be nice if you called her yourself.”
 BACK TO PRESENT:
“Uh...” Bruce wasn’t sure how to respond, but luckily he didn’t have to.
Diana perked up, “The men are starting to move. It looks like they’re going out back.”
“Alright you stay here. I’ll go check it out.”
“Like hell you are. I’ll go first, and pretend I’m going to the bathroom. Come check up on me in two minutes.” Before Bruce could argue Diana got up and started moving towards the bathroom. Right before she makes it too the restroom entrance she makes a swift sharp turn and follows a distance away from the people heading into the kitchen.
Bruce clenches his fist. He should’ve known Diana would do something like that.
 TWO DAYS BEFORE:
“So here’s the plan, Diana.”
“Alfred told me over the phone. You need someone to be your date and help you stake out a drug dealing.”
“That’s the short version, yes.”
“So what’s our cover?”
“We’re Mr. and Mrs. Scott going on our tenth--”
“Oh tenth! We’ve been married for a while.” Bruce pretended not to hear her, mostly because he didn’t have a good response.
“going on our tenth anniversary. Your name is Allison and I’ll be James.”
“If we’re married then where’s the ring?” She smiled slyly at him.
“Oh right.” Without even getting the hint, Bruce gets up and grabs a small velvet box. He walked back over and carefully opened the box to show Diana. He reveals a giant diamond ring with a silver band.
“Wow that must of been a fortune.” Diana’s eyes sparkle.
“Not really,” and Bruce seems clueless. “Here.” He lightly takes her hand and slips on the ring without resistance. It’s a perfect fit.
“I don’t remember telling you my ring size.” Bruce’s face flushed.
“Um...uh I guessed.”
 BACK TO PRESENT:
Like Diana said, Bruce waits a couple of minutes then gets up to follow. Just then the waiter comes by.
“Uh, sir, would you like to order some wine?”
“Give us your finest red, please. We’ll be right back.”
“Yes, sir.” Bruce heads straight to the kitchen. When he walks in it’s chaos. Cooks are moving and running trying to get their meals cooked. Others wash and put away dishes, and there’s a constant flow of servers coming in and out.
Carefully Bruce made his way back, moving in and out through the crowd, and trying to avoid dirty glares. Slowly panic rises in him when he couldn’t find Diana. Then without warning, he feels a tap on him shoulder. He whips around to meet Diana with her finger to her lips. She beckons him over.
 ONE DAY BEFORE:
“Okay let’s go over the plan again.”
“Bruce, we’ve been over the plan a hundred times. I don’t think we could in any way be more prepared.”
“We have to go over every possibility. I don’t want to be caught unprepared.” Diana gets up from her seat and walks over to Bruce, sitting on his armrest. She bends down so they face, face to face.
“That’s why there’s two of us. They can’t catch us both by surprise.” Bruce was visibly uncomfortable. Diana leaned back and they could both feel the tense release. Â
 PRESENT:
They stand to the sides of the door leading to the outside. The door’s propped open so that whoever left could come back in. With the noise of the kitchen it’s hard to hear, but they both strain their ears to listen. From what they can hear they gain no useful information, and slowly Diana gets frustrated.
“That’s it.” Diana practically punches the door off its handle.
“Diana, wait!” Bruce takes cover, afraid of getting noticed, but then he gives up and follows Diana.
When he turns the corner already two men are unconscious. Diana is holding onto another man with one hand and somehow has her lasso in the other.
“Tell me who you’re working for?” She drapes the lasso around him.
“I don’t know. I just sell the drugs.”
“Where do you get the drugs?” Bruce chimes in.
“I don’t know. This guy. I don’t know his name. Please don’t hurt me.” Diana puts him down or more tosses him away.
“What kind of drug dealer doesn’t know where he gets his drugs from?” Diana exclaims.
“I don’t know, but I think it’s time we leave.” Diana nodded. Together they walk down the street and around the corner where Alfred waited for them reading a newspaper.
“Have a nice dinner, Master Bruce.”
“No! We didn’t even get wine.” Diana grumbles. Bruce can’t help but smile.
“Alfred, do we still have that fine red wine at home?”
“Yes, it should be nicely aged too, sir. I’ll cook some dinner to go along.”
“That would be lovely wouldn’t it, Mrs. Scott?”
Diana blushes, “Yes it would.” Softly she give him a peck on his check, and Bruce looks the other way to hide his red face.
