Re: Bruce Wayne + Zatanna Zatara
Bruce had lost himself in many conversations, knowing just what would start those who surrounded him to boastfully converse about their latest achievements and honors. It gave him the time he needed to formulate an escape. His dates would be taken back to their hotels by Alfred and no one would be any wiser to just why Wayne had disappeared.
Before he could leave, he needed to be seen. There may have been pictures of his entrance, but what good would that do when this party was not his own. Perking up, he scanned the crowds for the hostess and when he spotted the red-clad woman wondering he took the opportunity to pounce.
By the time he reached her, the band had begun to warm up. It would afford him the perfect excuse to be caught by the press. "Zatanna," Bruce called when in reach, grinning at her. "Zatanna Zatara, I'm impressed. How does someone as beautiful and talented as you get around to throwing the party of the season?" By now, he had invaded her personal space, doing what he could to attracted the attention of wandering photographers grasping for a story.