Diana beamed. She really did like her new car. "I received a bonus at work, and with some savings, thought it was time to upgrade from my older model." Her fingers glide along the hood of the car, and she laughed at his question. "He is fine, thank you. Recovering from his latest bout with a deranged clown." Yes, she did deliver those words with a straight face, even though by all rights anyone hearing them would have expected a bout of laughter. She's long since dealt with the fact that a lot of Bruce's villains do sound - at least on paper - like comedic parodies.

"I promise, I'll have him back at a reasonable hour," Diana flashed that smile, the smile that assured people she could be trusted and would do her upmost to keep to her word. Which she did intend to do, after all, they were playing nice for now to let them see that the restrictions were perhaps too restrictive.

"You can treat to dinner, I will treat us to dessert."