Re: Gotham log: Bruce W & Zatanna Z
[Cats were fickle, but so were people, Zatanna knew. People could weave in and out of one's life as cats wove themselves between one's ankles and people, people chose beyond warm places and a full belly and fingers to tickle the furry underside of a chin. She had wondered if he would be the same or distinctly different but he was neither and he was both. Had she looked with the chalk-marks made on bare floorboards, with the crackle of burned blood and incense, she would have seen his differences glowing on his surface. Instead she saw only the carved jaw of a friend, the light in his eyes turning from uncertainty to something like cordiality.
Zatanna took what she could get.] Alfred has never been nonplussed by anything [She spoke knowledgeably with a warm smile in the back of her voice for an old man who had been generous to a little girl with a father much absent for show business. And she sat, a collapse of limbs that was somehow elegant as oiled silk.]
I know you, but you do not know me. I have the advantage. What would you have me do to even the odds?