Another night out on the town suddenly became so much more interesting. Why hadn't Zana told him that she was back in Gotham- that she was performing at the Concert Hall? She must have assumed that because he owned the place he knew the performance schedule. Women seemed to forget that even though he was Batman he was not omnipresent, especially not in the matters of Bruce Wayne. The woman he’d had planned to spend the evening with, Carlene …or was it Kaleen, at any rate practically begged the billionaire for tickets to the show when Alfred drove past the Hall in the Rolls-Roys. He didn’t think getting last minute tickets would be a challenge, after all, he owned the place.
She was a cute blonde but about as smart and annoying as the usual models he picked up from Maxim Magazine. He smiled politely and nodded as gracious and charming as ever despite her incessant questioning. “Of course we can get tickets.”
On stage, Zatanna was her usual radiant self, all eyes were on her but Bruce could not keep his away. Whether she was standing in the spotlight in a pair of fishnets and heels or walking down the street in a pair of jeans, she commanded attention. She was a dark haired beauty with bright shining blue eyes, the color of which Bruce had seen only in the finest aquamarine. Her magic was flawless and impressive, of course the usual parlor tricks to impress the simple minded who didn’t know she had magic blood running through her veins but it ended of course with a wonderful finale, setting the stage ablaze in purple flames that were clearly unreal so it did not startle the audience and gave off no heat.
When the show ended Bruce asked his date to make her way into the social room to find drinks while he disappeared backstage. He was already in her dressing room, settled comfortably on her couch when Zana walked in. He stood slowly and gave a soft sideways smile. “You really ought to complain to the owner about the lack of security, Ms.Zatara.”