Re: Wayne Manor: League Meeting
[The assumption that John could be convinced to behave himself was, frankly, sweet. He swept in one step behind Zee, glancing around the house with the bemusement he always felt for standing in the hallways of the rich. Aristocratic types never wanted you to question where their money came from, or how the house got built, and he was much too enamored with methodology for that to fly far with him. But the house belonged to Zee's best childhood friend, and she was bringing him along to introduce him to her buddies. It made him feel like they were back in school and he was her boyfriend from the wrong side of the tracks. It was a good thing that he knew there were worse things to fear than awkward introductions.
He let Zee make her greetings and offer his name, and cleared his throat when she gave her little nudge.] Constantine. [An addition and correction. Hardly anyone but her called him John, anyway. He was a battered trenchcoat, pinstriped suit and old blue eyes. He thought about lighting up a fresh cigarette, then decided against it for this particular moment.] So you're the super types? M' dead chuffed, really. I don't meet too many alive celebrities.