Characters: Naoto Shirogane, Zatanna Zatara, Jonathan Crane
Location: Kuzunoha Detective Agency
Rating: PG-13
Time: Backlogged; Sometime after
this conversation.
Description: Naoto shows Zee where Crane is kept and allows Zee to question the perpetrator.
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Making sure that the detective was aware who she was and that she meant no harm, the brunette mage moves forward, approaching her generous host. "I see. Unscheduled." That could go so many different ways -- the curious, the angry, and hopefully not the sort that were fascinated enough by him to help him. Crane usually worked alone, sans the occasional expendable lackey. However, the Scarecrow most certainly wasn't her area of expertise. Sure, she'd read his JLA file more than once (mostly skimming) and gone up against him a few times... but it was usually in a group. No, her specialty in recollection would be the Big and the Bad: the Joker, Darkseid, Amazo, Despero, Starro... a lot of o's, there.
Aside from them, it was the magicians and demons that she kept tabs on. Neron, Etrigan, Tannarak... Nergal. If only Bruce were here. He'd handle it so perfectly -- he'd know what to do. He'd have a ( ... )
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It's okay. That personal bubble will be popped with words, not gestures. Don't you worry. Zatanna ignored the stare easily. She'd been stared at in many different ways, including some very similar to this one. Easy to shrug off. "Because feargasing someone while wearing a burlap sack is totally 'normal,' huh?" Most ridiculous...? Who had he been talking to? Himself? Most likely he was referring to her, but it hardly bothered her. He was the one in the jail cell, so she won regardless.
She could almost feel her eyes rolling waaaaaaaay back into her head. But Zee makes a point to stop herself. He'd feed off her reaction. "Beat the crap out of guys like you, usually."
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The other comments he brushed aside. He was quickly growing aware of the fact that if he wanted possession of the conversation to stay firmly on his end of the playing field, this was a practice he'd have to continue. The woman was as frivolous as her clothing suggested and entertaining her tangents would drive him -- anyone -- mad.
"Regardless, I'm almost certain that's illegal," he said with the barest trace of irony in his voice. At least he didn't smile this time. That might have been just too aggravating to have to look at. "What drives you to take up vigilantism? Past traumas? Feelings of inadequacy? Delusions of grandeur?" Though the questions were focused on Zatanna, they were questions more about her possible caped and cowled friend back home. While he was more interested in him, stealing any small bits of information he could about the ( ... )
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As much as she certainly disliked him, she was thankful that it was Crane rather than... oh, Joker. The Joker didn't need weapons. He ran on crazy. Knowing him, he'd still find a gun. The one gun in the city. And he'd make it last.
Zee hated the Joker.
"So, where they keeping your mask? What did you make it out of, anyway? Did you eat the potatoes before cutting holes in it so you could see or did you just throw them out? I hope not. There are starving children that would love those potatoes." And she could tell exactly what he was doing. If he was going to ignore her, Zee might as well attempt to rile him up a bit. It was civil, perhaps, but he was snide. Like he thought he was better than her ( ... )
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Besides, it took him the better part of a day making that thing. That was insulting.
What baffled him most was not knowing the motives behind this entire mess of a conversation in the first place. Why talk to him if she was just going to insult him? It could only be for the sake of trying to disconcert him, since she hadn't made any real effort to glean information from him as of yet. Or if she had already, it was information that he couldn't see being valuable in any way.
"'We?'" His brow furrowed. "Don't tell me that there are more people sharing your little fantasy."
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"I'm not here to tell you my life story." Any other time, she'd be more than happy to talk about herself. Not today. This was important, wasn't it? She had to get it right. Zatanna had to. She was certain there were more useful people here, stronger people (Weapons?), but this was different. She might be able to do something worthwhile. She doubted it, but... but maybe...
She brushes some hair out of her eyes and tucks it behind an ear, absently. "Would you like to talk about yourself? And your reasoning behind this, perhaps?" Keep smiling.
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Well, not normally. He certainly had the time now. At any rate, if he had the choice, he'd spend it on far more constructive activities. For example, disassembling this aggravating woman's mind.
"Not particularly, no, on either topic." He didn't return the smiles now, all chilly sarcasm. "Shouldn't you know that already? Assuming you've done your job like a good little superhero and read what I'm sure is quite an extensive file on me."
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Whatever. It certainly could be worse than dealing with a jailed-Crane. Amazo, Darkseid, and so on and so forth. Hell, even Hush and he didn't even have stupid feargasbombthings.
"You say that as if this was an opportunity. For what? To scare people then be tossed in jail? Sure sounds like a fulfilling life to me!" Because really, she couldn't fathom it. She couldn't understand them at all, all these supposedly 'smart' villains who weren't smart enough to do anything other than commit acts of terrorism that only brought them back to square one. "So rather than live normally here, you'd rather continue to stay in cells? I don't understand."
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