This obviously happened a lot. The reaction thing. He gave Zee credit for putting up with it. Lindsey'd get fucking sick of it inside a week and start growling at people.
If the City was pulling people like Batman and Dinah and Fred and Zee here, Lindsey had to wonder why the fuck it wanted a sonofabitch like him.
He nodded.
"Been lookin' for some kinda pattern. Why people end up here, how, that kinda thing."
Lindsey was great at research, mainly because he knew the grunts underneath him at Wolfram and Hart would not get the job done quite as well. And there was... there was nothing. He could tell there was some kind of tear in reality, or another dimension, and that was about it. Comic book characters shouldn't exist.
He shouldn't be sitting here talking to one. And thinking her eyes are pretty.