Re: Gotham: Zatanna, Louis, Eddie
Eddie couldn't help the smirk crawling on his lips as she regarded him in dark slyness. He watched her sketch on air like a chalkboard and the love that he had for trickery and magic knocked down the baggage he had carried into this room. He was Justice League. He was unafraid of the unknown, of danger and it was a privilege to be working with the likes of Zatanna. And, honestly, he was the only man who could do all of this convincingly. He was the thief turned good and everyone believed he could turn back by simply having something shiny waved in front of his face.
"This man needs our help. I'm the only guy who can do this without blowing it." Eddie said after a moment of thinking how to operate the dead man. While he was being trained in necromancy, he was taught that the trick was to think of dead things as sacks of meat and bones. The second he started thinking about the soul, about the man who used to live inside the blood and guts, he'd lose control. A loss of control meant the man could come back and take his mind or even a part of it and Eddie wouldn't allow it.
He could be cold when he needed to be. It had been a very long time, but he could do it.
"I'm ready." Eddie looked down at the dead man. Older with more streaks of white, dressed in one of Eddie's suits and shaved. He made a silent promise to bury the man with honor at the manor later and then nodded. When Eddie looked up, his dark eyes were focused, his mind singular.