Re: Thus Wanders Zatanna
Almost as instantly as the woman had spoke the words to clear the air around them, the metallic screen around Bruce's lower facade drew back again. Checking the readings on his gauntlet in alarm, he noted there was no longer any trace of the toxin. Furrowing his brow, he looked up at the woman. The suddenly his eyes met with hers and his heart skipped a beat within his rib-cage. He recognized her from days of old. Neighbors, no more than that, childhood friends, school-mates, flings... he knew her well... the magicians daughter...
"Zatanna..." he let out in a whisper that sounded rather far away, as if recalling the days of old, sitting in the backyard of Shadow Crest with her father on a picnic blanket nearby. He watched her as she placed her hand on his chest and couldn't help but have his eyes wander down toward her lips and she edged closer. Her hand slipped toward his shoulder and he was blissfully unaware of what was coming... she pressed- HARD. With a pop his shoulder was back in place. He groaned, rotating the joint in it's cuff and sighing with relief, rolling his neck. What was he to say or do now? He honestly never thought he'd see her again. It was Bruce who knew the woman- not Batman and he couldn't give himself away.
But his eyes said it all... sweet and tender... the unspoken 'Thank you...' he raised his arm, let loose the grapple and was away with the damsel in distress...