"I'm enjoying your misery, yes." Zee didn't deny that she liked the attention. She wasn't the most social of people, she needed her time alone, but if she was going to be out among people she saw no harm in being adored for her work and how much she had sacrificed for the sake of saving the world. Even just within the magical community, it was nice to be recognized and respected on sight, being infamous the way John was held very little appeal for her, not that it saved her from people occasionally turning up at her door asking for help. "And don't pretend to me that you don't take a little joy out of being recognized," she waved a hand indicating his clothes. "This look is distinctive enough that everybody knows it's you and you're clearly okay with that. I've seen your closet, it's all more of that."
She knew she was one to talk given all the black and heels and fishnets even when she wasn't 'working', but there was variation enough that she couldn't be accused of owning only one shirt the way he could be.
"Well, you can go with it, pretending to be yourself is in your wheelhouse I'm sure. Or you could change, which isn't nearly as fun." She shrugged, resting her hands on her hips. "Or you can be obstinate and not play along, eventually pissing somebody off until they throw you out while I go have my picture taken with as many Batmen as I can find and see if any of them would be willing to buy me a drink"