As she spent more time in Man’s World, Diana digested a great deal of knowledge from what the computer told her. Truly, her stumble upon the World Wide Web had been on accident. Wally had left some video site up on another tab. One quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right? Now, Diana knew just who Britney Spears was, what laser hair removal was rated the best in Illinois, and why Brett Farr couldn’t choose over his football career or retirement. She learned that Coca-Cola and Mentos don’t mix, who was bringing this so-called "sexy" back, and- although she now regretted it- figured out why Green Arrow kept suggesting that she become a bunny.
Oddly enough, her favorite search was the forecast. Something mesmerized her about the green clouds of rain, yellow clumps of storms, and blue globs of ice. She dubbed her new favorite color blue. It was, after all, the color of something she had hardly seen on Themyscria. And yet, for some time, the colors puzzled her.
"Why are they like that?" She questioned to Superman as she pointed to the Weather Channel, "Why aren’t they the colors of what they truly are?" Diana watched as Superman’s brow furrowed, obviously unaccustomed to receiving such obvious questions. Diana whisked her hand about, waving the Boy Scout away before she collected an answer. Feeling foolish, she replaced the Doppler radar with Google’s homepage, intent on finding the answer herself.
Before her fingers could even touch the keys, a gravely voice behind her interrupted, "The colors are based on the severity of the weather. Rain is a light green, while the red and yellow symbolize harsh weather approaching, more like a thunderstorm." Batman finished.
As she spent more time in Man’s World, Diana sought information from Bruce. Why Wally’s favorite website featured things about faces and books, which form of Jujitsu should be used on Giganta, and why it was important to have a secret identity. Bruce calmly explained why men grab women's asses in public and even though it is rude and uncalled for, it’s no reason to throw the pigs through walls and threaten to rip their anatomy off. He enlightened her with the reasons they couldn’t be together and then enlightened her with kisses.
Oddly enough, her favorite question was the one on a whim- or on a knee- in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Something sat inside that Bruce Wayne of hers, more than just peculiar facts and dry humor. She dubbed her new favorite color red, after the object that lay within his chest he had finally shared with her and after the color of the roses in her bouquet.
And yet, for some time, another set of colors puzzled her.
"Why white? Why black? Why are the bride and groom colorless?" She questioned her fiancé, pointing to the books and books filling the Wayne Mansion’s coffee table. Growing up on an island of women, Diana hadn’t exactly seen her share of weddings.
"They're colorblind to everyone else, so it wouldn’t matter what color they wore, anyway," He took a seat next to her, placed his hand on the small of her back, "They only have eyes for one another." Bruce finished.
