Re: Bruce Wayne + Zatanna Zatara
"I seem to recall you being a member of that particular brigade," Zatanna pointed out with a smirk, though she thought Bruce relatively harmless as compared with some of the more conniving folk around. Honestly, she probably fit into that category herself-- she had inherited a ridiculously large mansion and more money than one person needed on her eighteenth birthday, after all.
Still, she supposed having one's life threatened would put a damper on an evening. And, in regards to all work and no play, well-- "Sadly, I do know all about it." Zatanna knew if she wanted to be the best magician this side of Vegas, then she had to put in the work. Which did a pretty good job of killing her personal life. When she thought about it, her last relationship was even a little like dating her work. (Thank God Arnie was gay because she couldn't go through that again.)
All of Zatanna's senses were on alert as Bruce maneuvered one arm around her waist. You and me? God, why was he torturing her like this? She liked to think she played it cool but, hell, Bruce was so confident, he probably just assumed every woman was in love with him. (It just sucked extra for her because it was true. And while many other women would claim the same thing, she was certain, hers was not a fleeting, shallow sort of crush.)
Her mind was already on end when he tipped her back and suddenly her body was off-center, too. (Thankfully not so much so that she lost her balance because that would have been embarrassing.) Zatanna had to remind herself to breathe because he was so very close, and she knew how easy it was for her to get lost in his eyes-- something she didn't need to happen, too, since she was already sprung enough.
Biting her lip, she glanced at the ground. "If I say no are you going to drop me?" Zatanna asked, relieved she'd somehow managed to retain her wit when her mouth was essentially moving on its own. Well, regardless-- "I think we may be able to work something out." Because it was for a good cause and, hell, how much of a chance had she ever really had against the charm of Bruce Wayne? (Answer: not a whole lot.)
Stupid, stupid girl. She was just setting herself up to be crushed by her crush. And she was walking into it with open eyes, too. Zatanna just couldn't seem to do anything to stop herself. Not while she still believed in him; not while she could still convince herself there was some kind of hope. God but she hated herself sometimes.