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Excellent. Include the time and expect me to be punctual.

[ooc: LAZY, er action. Unless you'd rather handwave. I'm easy to please.]

If I expect it will you actually be it? [He sends her a map link and 1:00]

[ooc: Action's fine by me. I'll be turning in soon.]

Depends on what you're expecting. [She don't need no map. Lazy gal's gonna teleport.] If you don't show, I'll hunt you down and do awful things to your ex.

[ooc: NP. I'm heading off myself.]

[As promised, she's exactly on time, appearing in the most obnoxious cloud of sparkly smoke one could possibly imagine or expect a woman like herself to show up in. She opted for the costume, if only so he'd recognize her from the waist-down. It's a good thing that she's seen him before, lest they may not bump into one another.

She looks pretty pleased with herself. From the tone she takes when she talks, this is probably also to be expected.]

[If he'd had a suit in his closet, Bruce might have thrown it on, but until the suit fairy visits, he's making do with a relatively unrumpled oxford and slacks combo and his winter coat. He's feeling pretty okay about that until he gets a look at Zatanna in person for the first time, then he's feeling woefully underdressed and out of his depth.

Standing, he rubs his hands together to make sure they aren't clammy before offering her his hand.]

Zatanna? I'm Bruce. It's good to meet you.

Zatanna. [She confirms while removing her top hat before reaching for his hand to return a rather hearty shake. She intentionally slides her fingertips over his palms when she pulls away and quickly flips her top hat back on.]

Likewise, Bruce. Have I mentioned that I'm a professional magician? I feel I should reiterate it, either way. [Either that or she likes dressing up a whole lot.]

You mentioned. Please, have a seat.

[At least his palm wasn't clammy but he'll surreptitiously rub it on his pants leg after he sits down.]

Should I be checking to make sure my watch hasn't turned into a rabbit in your... let's forget pockets... top hat?

I don't do that. It's very jarring to be inanimate and suddenly free-thinking. I don't turn animals into inanimate objects, either.

[She takes a seat, however, and tries to segue the conversation into not rabbits that are watches that are rabbits...]

I'm glad you're punctual. I tend to teleport from place to place. It's just easier.

Duly noted. [Although he does wonder what one of Tony's AIs would experience with that kind of transition.]

I've run into a few people who do that since I got here. [Sliding a menu across the table to her.] I have to settle for hoofing it, and it's been my experience that people who work in labs go one of two ways - they're acutely aware of time and timing the way I am, or they lose all sense of it if it isn't in a centrifuge or similar piece of equipment.

In my vast experiences with men that wear lab coats, I'm inclined to agree with that assessment. [Magic and science! How do they mesh?!] One of my best friends is a scientist and a speedster, so it goes doubly for him.

[She takes the menu and gives it a quick glance over.] Is there anything you'd recommend? I'll be frank and say I could totally just get some bread and eat it, but I don't want to be that weirdo who does that.

A speedster? He does speed science?

[Scanning the menu, it's easy to come up with a long list of vegetarian-friendly options, but he settles on a familiar one.]

Palak paneer's a good choice, but I might just be partial to masala flavors in general. If you just want bread, we can share some naan. This isn't my first lunch of the day anyway. I should have the ticking well under control for a while after this.

No, no. [She waves a hand about.] His metability is super-speed. If you don't know me, then saying "oh, he's the Flash," won't be of any help. His day job is forensic science, though. Cute guy.

[She could have totally married him. :( Stupid dead wife coming back and not being dead. Stupid alive wife. :(]

Ah, so we can do a light lunch. Why didn't you say so? Also, I tend to slap hands that go for my food. I don't know how up to that challenge you are, but I might be in for it, Multiple Lunch Lad.

Let's do light and we'll see how that works out, I sometimes do things to see how people react. [Sometimes. Not often. Mostly when he's kind of angry... okay, so often enough.]

I can't see where being called "the Flash" would really be desirable for most men.

I'm in. [At least she's not overly violent. Just a light, playful bat here and there. If she's up to it.] You might wanna be careful with that, I am mysterious and spooky! You don't want to pick a fight with that kind of gal, you know.

I've heard that joke before and I can confirm first hand that it works very differently than one might expect. [Heh, perv.]

I try not to pick fights; they have a tendency to pick me instead. What do you do when it's a family style dish and you're supposed to share?

[Also, thanks for that mental image; he didn't need it. Really.]

Sounds like you're a lucky guy.

[Referring to which, is anyone's guess. (And everyone needs that mental imagine!)]

And you dig in. There's a certain amount of fallacy you want to keep on a first meeting, but I prefer blatant honesty in this regard... usually. If there's a mess, there's a mess. We're both only human -- er, humanoid. Whatever. Why not be upfront?

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As long as we don't specify the kind of luck.

[No, trust him, he prefers to keep everyone in his imaginings in their clothes. It makes years of celibacy a little easier.]

Humanoid. [Heh.] It's weird living somewhere that needs to be clarified.

It's a grab-bag.

[Ugh, gross! Who does that? Poor baby. :(]

Ah, well, I had brought that up because I'm not human. My kind evolved before humans and we're mostly identical. Just a very long lifespan and the ability to use magic, basically. [Also, he might not be human. But who wants to give him an edge and make any of this conversation about him? Not her, that's for sure!]

It depends upon who you ask.

[Men who run the risk of significantly increasing in size, mass, and aggressiveness at exactly the wrong moment, that's who.

And now she has his - well, she already had his full attention, but now it's sharpened.]

Your kind evolved before humans but you aren't human? Is this what you really look like or is that some other adaptive feature?

Who else should I be asking, if that's the case?

[BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, ZEE!! She'll try to keep it in her pants, okay :(]

Huh? No, no! I'm not a shifter. This is how I look, yeah. No illusions or anything going on here. [She sips on water that has conveniently appeared a few moments before. There's a straw, so it's a deadly combination of cute and annoying.] We just evolved first and we're the closest living ancestors to Atlanteans -- actually, a few of them are still alive. I know my great-great-great-great-more greats something-or-other, Arion, is still living. [A beat.] I'm, er, thirty-eight, by the way.

I'd say Tony Stark, but he and I are on different timelines, so I've had a conversation with him about my luck that he hasn't had yet.

[Yeah, breaking his fast courtesy of curses doesn't count and he's blanking any such incidents out in a big way.]

I didn't mean to offend, it's just notable that separate but parallel evolution would yield two superficially indistinguishable species. [Hey, how did she get water? He hasn't seen a waiter or busboy yet. Cheating.] You look fantastic for thirty-eight. [A beat.] I'm forty-two with a birthday just around the corner.

Don't bother lying that I look great for forty-two.

I could ask him anyway, might make the conversation more interesting that way.

[Fasts are for weenies, eat the food. And think of all the Cages waiting for you...]

I'm not offended, exactly. I just don't like people thinking that I use magic to stay fit or look as good as I do... there, ah, probably wasn't a way to phrase that without sounded conceited. [Maybe use your science to conjure up some.]

I was going to say you're a pretty okay looking guy. [She laughs, so it's probably not an insult. Probably.] I don't usually find myself attracted to men under forty, so I'm afraid my opinion can be rather unique in that regard.

You could. I warn you that following his topic shifts can be challenging.

[Thoughts of hordes of Cages suddenly makes fasting seem much easier.]

If you did use magic, it would still be impressive, particularly, ah-- [He chances a glance down to indicate her legs.]

Thanks. [Not offended, just nonplussed.]

You underestimate my ability to make someone go back on topic. [Aww, she's manipulative!]

I can never tell if it's really my hips and my legs or it's a guy with a fishnet fetish, but I'll take what I can get. [Says she who sells pin-ups of herself at shows like no one's business. She knows she is good-looking, but she's more modest when she's off than some may assume.]

Hey, no problem. I usually go for blondes, but I have my exceptions.

I don't underestimate you, but you may or may not have met Tony yet. [From his experience, so is Tony.]

I think if I comment on that, I'll be saying much more about myself than I want to on a first-- ah-- meeting.

[And he and his ten foot pole are going to stay over here, not touching that.]

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