i couldn’t get this scene out of my head but i have no idea if/when i would be able to use it so here, just take it, get it away from me
“This would be a pretty typical manner of dress, then,” Bruce asked, holding up the garment before he put it on.
“You can just wear a suit if that would be more comfortable for you,” Diana reminded him from the other side of the screen.
“No,” Bruce said automatically. Diana grinned. He was going to stand out no matter what he did, but that wasn’t going to stop him trying. “I’ve never seen one in black.”
“It’s… not particularly in fashion,” Diana said, rather than admit that those Amazons he’d met considered themselves too old for such dark colors. “I thought it would be more comfortable for you,” she added. It wasn’t as if he’d be dressing too young. He wasn’t even sixty.
“Hm.” He stepped out from behind the screen, and she restrained a squeal of delight. He looked down at himself. “This seems. Short.”
She bit one of her knuckles. “I think it looks great,” she said. “You could always — of course, if it would make you more comfortable, you could wear a longer one. It just seems… a shame.”
Bruce looked between her and his outfit with vague suspicion. “Does the length signify something. Culturally.”
“No! No, not at all.” She gestured to his lower half. “I just thought it would be a good length to showcase how hairy and thick your legs are.”
Bruce had gone very still. “… huh.”
“Not in a crude way,” she rushed to assure him. “They’re a good feature. It lets you look masculine without looking vulgar. In my opinion. Like I said, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can find something else.”
“… right.” He looked down at himself again. “And the… sleeves?” he asked, uncertain what else to call the draping fabric that didn’t reach his shoulders or fall past his elbows.
“Do you like them?” she asked, in a tone of voice that made clear that she absolutely did. “I wanted to make sure that we could — you know — your shoulders—” She made a broad gesture in the air with her fingers splayed as she said it. “—but I thought that if you covered your biceps, it would draw more attention to your forearms.” She clasped her hands underneath her chin, biting her lip.
Bruce looked at his bare forearms. He looked at Diana’s forearms, half-covered by her bracelets. The bracelets worn by every Amazon on Themyscira. He looked at his entirely bare forearms again. A tree-shaped scar followed a pale lightning path down the skin of his left arm. He looked back at Diana.
“If Clark were visiting Themyscira, would his outfit look like this.”
“Oh Hera no,” Diana said immediately. There was a pause as she realized her mistake. “Not because — it’s only that it wouldn’t suit his personality,” she explained.
“You’re just much more — he doesn’t really have the same masculine energy that you do.”
“I thought… you know.” She gestured weakly at him. “Outside the limiting confines of your own culture, you might… enjoy the freedom. To express it.”
They stared at each other in silence.
“May I at least take a picture before you put your pants back on?” she asked.
“No,” he said, disappearing back behind the screen.
She crossed her arms, making a face at him that he couldn’t see. “Would it have helped if I’d said furry instead of hairy?” she asked.
She sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “You can’t blame a woman for trying,” she muttered.