WHO: Amanda Waller and Tony Stark
WHAT: DISCUSSIONS, SERIOUSNESS, SUBTERFUGE, MORE SERIOUSNESS
WHERE: A restaurant in New York that HASN'T been ruined.
WHEN: Briefly after their talk on the comm.
WARNINGS: Nuttin'!
SUMMARY: WHEN EGOS AND WORKAHOLISM COLLIDE
There was at least one thing fortunate when that machine brought her in.
She came with her wallet.
Which meant 1. She had proof that she was everything she said she was and 2. Contrary to what she said to Batwoman, she did have the money necessary for steak and Pinot Noir. Granted, none of it was actually valid here, but the fact of the matter was, people tend not to check if the Secretary of the Treasury on a hundred dollar bill ever existed in their country or not.
She'd feel bad about doing that if she wasn't so fed up with the kind of crap that was trying to shove its way into her life. Getting a bullet in her chest from Deadshot wasn't fun in the least, but even that wasn't the worst.
There was work to do back home. And it sure as hell wasn't getting done here.
But this Tony Stark - he could be the answer to a lot of her problems.
She let herself in, chose her own table, and sat.
Silent.