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Bruce Wayne (capedcrusade) wrote in modernage,

Bruce and Zatanna
Zatanna smiled, bowing to the audience after the successful completion of one of her mainstay illusions. In fact, she was almost at a good resting point (which was a relief as her throat was starting to get a bit dry). She just had one more feat to perform, then she could have a little break (and maybe some food) before seeing if Alfred wanted a round two.

"For my next trick, I need some help from the audience," Zee announced with a smile. There were several eager faces in the crowd but there was only one that interested her. (It was his birthday, after all-- when else would she have the excuse?) "Bruce Wayne, I know you're out there. How about you bring your handsome self up here and help a lady out..?"

Once he'd heard Zee was performing, Bruce knew this was coming. Strangely, he found he didn't mind so much. It reminded him of their teenage days when he was learning from her father how to become an escape artist. "Me? Refuse the request of a beautiful lady? Perish the thought!" he called back, letting the other party guests goad him into accepting her invitation. He closed the distance between them and hopped up on the stage they'd set up for her, turning and waving to the audience to acknowledge the applause.

Then he turned back to Zee. "I place myself entirely in your capable hands, madam," he said with a bow and a not so innocent grin.

Zatanna's stomach did a little something but the cheeky grin on her face never faltered. "You may live to regret that, Mr. Wayne," she teased. Waving her wand (as a cue), two of her hunky male assistants wheeled out a table that had bindings designed to hold the average man (or woman). It wouldn't do much to hold the Batman but that was fine; he was playing Bruce Wayne that night anyway.

"If you don't mind?" she asked, gesturing for him to lay down. Mumbling a quick spell under her breath, several audience members gasped when a large weight with spikes protruding (only for show, of course) appeared above where Zatanna had asked him to lie. But then that was the rub, wasn't it? If there wasn't any danger, it wasn't much of a showstopper.

Ah. This trick. Bruce knew it well. As a teenager, he'd gotten so frustrated that he couldn't figure it out, only to find out that it used real magic. That was the first time he'd really understood that there was true magic in the world, a revelation he found he did not enjoy.

He wondered if this was the same table.

But that was on the inside. On the outside, Bruce's eyebrows raised at the sight of the rope table and spiked weight, but he amiably climbed onto the table and laid down. "It's more comfortable than it looks," he admitted, poking at the table a bit. Then he propped himself back up on one elbow and extended a hand out to her. "Care to join me, Ms. Zatara?"