Gray as the Economic Skies [Metropham, Selina]

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Glass couldn't hold up a high ceiling on its own, but the lattice of concrete and sculpture that traced the edges of the large glass windows gave a try anyway. A weakness and dependence for concrete was turned into a benefit with the engravings of human figures and deco latticework held up the cathedral like ceiling of the Swan Lounge, atop the scenic Dini Plaza in North Gotham.

Opened in the 1930s, the lounges reputation was buttressed by the quality of names that had filled its halls during Gotham's heyday, and its interior was considered one of the highlights of the middle Art Deco periods. The carpets were conservative, and possibly in need of replacement, ground with dark colors that had once been stylish but now stood as a relic of a bygone age. The windows showed a dark Gotham to the south, illuminated by intermittent streetlights and stately old landmarks from a time of an older building boom. The city stretched at clear view from this lounge atop the skyscraper that made up 30 Dini Center. 

The restaurant was at times booming, at times quiet, when the President visited Gotham for a fundraiser several years back, it was here, but also the meting of the Booker Clubs Millionaire Gala took place here as well. At the moment, however, it was being used by Lex Luthor, who had arranged to have the entire Lounge for the night. A light piano sonata played in the background as Lex sat in his chair and stared out the window, considering the spread of Gotham before him. Staring out of windows had become a habit of Luthor, he found that the high vantage point helped him to think clearly, to see a bigger picture. It had taken on a more sinister and bitter taste since the coming of the Alien. 

Lex compared in his mind the scene before him and the one he was used to. A dull grey snow fell from the sky illuminated by the lights that shone from the side of 30 Dini, and the dull grey of Gotham spread out before. It was grey as the economic skies over a city obviously in decline. Metropolis was the City of Tomorrow. His city, he'd made it that way through investments and utilization of the technology at his fingertips. Automation, robotics, expansion. The investments LexCorp had made in the city of Metropolis made it one of the wonders of the modern world, a center of commerce, research and Technology. 

That it was considered now the city of the Alien only rankled slightly. 

Lex Luthor sat calmly, in dark suit with purple tie. The tailoring of the suit was expertly done, meant to accentuate the positive features of Luthor's physique. He'd sought good talent to make it so. It takes one tenth of one second to make a first impression, and that first impression lasted a lifetime. Luthor was a careful craftsman of that image, and despite the apparent luxury of loneliness atop this tall perch, Lex Luthor understood that image was still important, because he was still being watched even now.

Besides, he had a dinner date with a charming lady. The fact that the date had a primarily business centered purpose made it all the better as far as Lex Luthor was concerned. 

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He was bold, she couldn't deny that. Even as he'd sent the invite, the box, the other box, the flowers, and a towncar, she still thought he was bold. But when you could acquire anything with your own two hands, it was always interesting to see what men, or women would ply you with.

So it was the dress , he'd picked, had custom altered, purchased, and sent to her she'd worn. The earrings he'd purchased, and sent to her she'd worn.

But the information was her own. And not entirely from all the meetings, either. But she'd neatly made the reports she knew he'd want, and the one's he'd also never ask for. Neatly tucked into a small microdrive, said drive fit in the complimentary silk clutch along with her phone, and a few other sundries.

One of the last few things she does slip on, is her tiny earpiece. Having dabbed at her lipstick, she's then down to the car, and en route to 30 Dini Center, the Swan Lounge awaits.

Now this is not what she had been expecting. As the doors are opened, she's greeted by a near silence, the entire Lounge vacant save for dimly lit lights, candles, and him.

Of course he's seated, waiting. Contemplating the snow, the skies, and who knows what else. As her heels carry her quietly over the marbled floor, she has to smile. Now if this isn't an entrance, she doesn't know what is. Or a lovely stage set for the duration of this project. Either or, she'd take it or leave it.

Once she realizes what he is contemplating, she pauses, behind his chair and gazes out the same window. As a native Gothamite, there is a surreal beauty to her city in the throes of winter. Grey on grey on grey. Fifty, or even more shades of gray. To her, this was a home she had been born to, ripped from, left, and all returned to. It was no sparkling and shiny thing, but it was a treasured, beaten, and broken thing. Loved because she had been experienced.

In one motion, she reaches down; with a dancer's ease and grace, her lips pressing to his the left of his temple. Her left hand grazes his tie, then his chest as she presses the microdisc to his chest.  


"Lovely evening, Lex."

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A faint smirk as he felt her slide over him, like silk over a diamond or water over stone, him unmoving and solid while she touched with light caress and touch, like the fond remnants of an old memory. "Selina" the word exuded slowly, rolled around the tongue as if the sound were something to be savored. Lex Luthor's voice was almost the auditory equivalent of a hypnotic gaze, it served him well. 

"I hope you don't mind something a little cozier tonight." He turned his head casually and slowly towards her, before letting the smile widen, the eyes narrow. "Yes, that dress does work with you. I knew it would." He fingers the microdrive thoughtfully for a short time, before letting it slip with appearing casualness into his suit pocket. "And you brought me a gift." His watch flashed orange then red, the overlarge watch face changing color underneath the analog hands as it scanned the contents. 

"And here I only brought a trifle." He slid the small velvety box across the table. "Something to complement your eyes. I realized that I left you almost entirely undressed for the night." He left his fingertips atop the box for just a few seconds after it stopped as if firmly affixing the box before her in place, staring at her face and smiling as if he were playing an opening gambit of a chess game. But of course that's ludicrous, they were far beyond opening plays now. "Such a faux pas." 

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His words are always like a concert. But he, too, is a player. Just not your avarage one after a good night, money, or a decent hand in poker. No, he's a chess-master, manipulating and moving the slightlest thing for maximum effort. Lex Luthor is the butterfly effect.

To which she does have to say, is impessive. What woman is going to refuse the job of a lifetime, elegant dresses, and now, it seems, a present other than the pair of emerald earrings she is already wearing. "Cozy is better than the chill outside. I'm already counting down until spring, and then after that, the summer. I'm not a woman made to be in this frigid weather month after month, trapped in a box."

Sitting in the chair offered to her; which is pulled out, and then pushed in by a waiter, she smiles.

"Oh, you know you really shouldn't have," she demurs, downplaying the curiosity rippling through her. Is he trying to buy her? Does he honestly do this for everyone? Questions and queries are rampant, but would be much, much too polite to engage in. So instead manicured fingertips flit to the velvet box. He'd forgone Tiffany's, or Cartier. Instead, she can recognize the insignia, the packaging (vintage 70's, now this will be a treat), and lifts the lid. Within is a beyond exquisite collar composed of emerald and diamond.

Either he's trying to upgrade her, which is a slight insult, or he is honestly being nice. Neither of which ring true for what she knows of Mr. Luthor. Running a fingertip along the BVLGARI piece, she can't but help the look in her eye. It's magnificent. A work of art. And for her. This man could not have done better. Well, he could have, but as she assumes he's not flying blind, she's still impressed. Turning slightly to him, there is a curve to her lips not present a few seconds ago, a glint in her eye that more than states she is ready to play.

"You're so thoughtful. Few men would see this as an incomplete outfit. Your eye, and taste, are second to none." Reaching up, she pulls her artfully styled curls to the side. "You wouldn't mind helping me finish, now would you? I think that would certainly make up for such a faux pas." She compliments, green eyes surveying him. It's been such a while, since she felt so alive in this sort of way.

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He stood up casually, like a mountain coming to the prophet, move and counter-move, like a sadomasochistic tango, boxes in boxes. She was inscrutable to him except when he saw that flash of lust in her eyes as they lovingly caressed the baubles before her. Desire he understood instinctively, and the piece was lovely on her. He stood slowly, deliberately so as not appear too hungry for the touch. Lex Luthor was a master of his domain. He moved carefully behind her, closely. 

The necklace touched flesh, first the diamonds and emeralds tracing up the chest like the lightest love scratch of million dollar fingernails. The cool weight of the metal and the sheer solidity of diamond and emerald lightly pressed into skin, a constant reminder of their presence, even when all else would be forgotten. This was not a necklace to be ignored. Lex Luthor's warm breath played against the cold of the necklace as he whispered into her ear. "Have you ever really looked at your city, Selina?"

His voice rolled like a warm kiss to the neck. "Seen it from on high? From the rooftops and from the streets? Grasping to old glories, remembering old visions of a future that never came. Its landmarks are as glorious, ancient and ruined as those of Ancient Greece." He smiles as he looks at the snow out the window, lingering as a single touch of the back of his hand to her shoulder lingered slightly as the necklace clasp was connected. 

"You have an eye for elegance, and beauty. Even you can see this city is decayed. I can't help but compare it to my own city. I'm left to wonder, sometimes, where are the Waynes and Cobblepots and Pinkneys . . . these families of wealth." He's straightened the necklace delicately, letting the weight distribute just so on her neck and shoulders, arranging it just so. "I turned my Metropolis into a gleaming light, a city on a hill, a city of tomorrow. It only took a bit of vision, a bit of discipline, and a bit of innovation. There's wealth in Gotham, there are men who undoubtedly think themselves men of vision. Why has no one done for Gotham, what I've done for Metropolis?" The implication is clear, and the thoughtful consideration suggested a much more philosophical side of Lex Luthor than was common, but perhaps it was part of a practical consideration as well.
 

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The feline within admired the economy he moved with. No muscle was wasted in his gait, no shift unnecessary. If she didn't know better, she'd liken him to a panther. Cunning, sleek.

...but she hadn't heard him purr.

But she certainly felt the power, or the assumption of it when he moved into place behind her. In the reflection of the expansive windows, she could see them. King, with his Queen. Adorning her appropriately, as he saw fit. Finally, fully dressed for the evening as she felt the necklace glide along her skin.

It was quality. It was not only that, it was pure indulgence. The gems; spectacular cuts of diamond and emerald. The metal, which she could only assume was platinum from it's weight on her neck. And the company. He had gone above and beyond to acquire this piece. As she felt the clasp lock into place at her nape, her fingertips once more drifted to her neckline, his warm breath on her ear.

Closing her eyes, she did it not out of arousal. Nor affection. But because it was such a stupid question. But she put on the motions, her lips parting slightly as her eyes opened, taking in her city.

Gotham. Had she seen her city? More than he knew. She'd been to it's rooftops, she's lived it's streets. She'd been born of wealth, lost it, and returned. She lived, breathed, dreamed Gotham, as dark as it was. It was her home, and she loved the staccato beat it drummed in her chest.

"Limited. But my profession has given me unique vantage points, Mr. Luthor. None as breathtaking as you whisper. But there is a certain fallen, Noir beauty in her elements." As he stands, she lets her breath out slightly. Not in relief, but to indulge his ego. As if he merely breathing her air causes her lightheartedness.

Her eye follows his gaze, and his fingertips play at her jewels. At least now he was stating fact. It was quite clear in how she held herself, what she chose to wear, and who she surrounded herself with, that she was keen on elegance, and beauty. But the more he rambled, the more she was irritated. He looked to always revitalizing. Improving. Throwing money at anything he could. As his fingertips touched both gem and flesh, she felt a light chill traverse her spine. Electric, with a purpose.

"Because they don't have your purpose. Your vision. They're boys, not men, Lex. In this case, those families, ran by mere boys, don't care. They're so immersed in their own dealings, they don't care for their city. At least you had the foresight to solicit someone, dare I say, competent. And sophisticated. Between the two of us, hopefully we can restore Gotham to her former glory. By first focusing on that that is blighting her night."

She wasn't purposefully slighting the families of Gotham. Her own had been one of them. While not as prosperous as the Cobblepots, or the Waynes, her father had tried to do his best. And she was a woman, with a different set of skills. Priorities. Visions. There had to be a reason, and was a reason he'd picked her. She'd only reaffirm his excellent choice in partner.

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He moved with casual grace and arrogance again like the jungle beast having put the necklace on Selina and sitting back in his seat. He'd pulled out a small device and placed it on a table. He hadn't thought the question foolish, he was from Metropolis, a city where people had a propensity for jumping off of buildings for some reason, but not standing atop them in fetishized costume gear and posed in the moonlight. For Lex, it was a significant entry into different ranges of thoughts. 

"Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Selina, and I appreciate that you've brought it to a finely honed art." He smiled faintly at her, that intense eye contact that Lex Luthor uses every so often to show the totality of his attention. He then looked out the window "But you're not inaccurate,  there is a fallen grandeur to the city. I see only few major construction pieces performed within the last two decades. It's a city of old dreams and old needs. Not to say that I am unappreciative of historic landmarks and historic beauty, I myself helped pay for the reconstruction and preservation of the Daily Planet glove just two years ago. But where's the new investment coming from?" He shakes his head and sighs as he says. 

"It's not my intention, of course, to cast aspersions on the great families of Gotham, the aristocracy of this former Jewel of the Atlantic. You brought me into this work for Metropham . . . and in you I've found a responsive, competent and skilled partner who has connections, goodwill and understandings I wouldn't be able to have." He settles back into the chair and offers a menu to Selina, putting his own aside. He already knows what he wants. He instead places a small sleek, Green box on the table, Gold emblazoned L on the side, a sleek and simple design common in LexCorp technology. No Gothic revival or stylistic structurism. LexCorp technology was designed after the work of Dieter Rams, simplicity, smooth lines, clear colors. 

The watch flashed blue bringing up the information on the thumb drive. Images appear in 3 dimensional holographic certainty, an L, then a globe with numerous papers. Lex pokes one and data comes up in front of the two of them, floating in midair. Another wonderful piece of LexCorp technology. 

"And frankly, I feel that this will make a significant start of investment into Gotham city, the security will be done well, and there'll be unprecedented protection against the release into the streets of these madmen." He shakes his head and he pushes a button a full 3D model of the Arkham refit and then Blackgate refits hovered over the table beautifully with clear picture and just slight transparency "I just wonder . . . what else, Selina. Where from here?" He sighs and claps his hands together dismissing the refit models as he waves a hand bringing back the thumb drive data.

He's scanning quickly, reading many things at once and moving his hand to let the globe rotate as he gets the info. The holographic display shows most of what he needs to see quickly. "I hear the salmon is fantastic this time of year. . . although there's something to be said for the lamb as well." He is reading now, no longer flirting for the second, just scanning quickly and comprehensively. It was one of his more enraging qualities, but at times a refreshing one. There were times when Lex Luthor really became all business, and those moments were almost more intense than when he was burdened with something as simple as human emotion connected with human interaction. "So what do you think of all this?"

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Now just as much as she adored baubles as gifts, she adored technology. Locks, safes, computers, cracking them, hacking them, breaking them. So this little box nearly distracts her from the gems encompassing her throat. Barely.

Turning her gaze from the box, up to his green eyes, she meets a flicker of a smile, along with an intense stare. Now that is something she's seen before. So instead of shrinking under that sort of intensity, she looks back. Not only looks back, but seems to peer beyond the wall he's throwing up. And then he turns to Gotham again. Nice power play, Luthor. But on any other woman, it may have worked. For her? It evoked a tiny curvature of her lips as she was bemused. Following where he was peering off into the distance, she nodded slightly as he spoke.

"They aren't." She said. He was right. The old monied families were not putting their money into the city. They were hording their riches, squandering them away for a rainy day. Or, in the Cobblepots' case, running the Iceberg. Or the in the Waynes' case? Fighting that dark smog that took over the nights in the guise of costumed, themed criminals, with or without psychosis.

What exactly can she say that he hasn't already summed up, more succinctly than she could? Nailing to the wall Gotham's attributes, downfalls, and areas in dire need of improvement with a glimmer of hope? Not a thing. But what he says next snaps her attention back to his face. He isn't lying in how he says she is the one that brought him to this endeavor, but what is he meaning?

"You flatter me with your choices, Lex. But why me, when there are so many other, more prosperous companies to have coupled with? Wayne, Noble, the Williams, the Robertsons? I'm not questioning your reasoning, but there are many, many companies, and partners that could have offered you, more, shall we say.." She demurs, taking the proffered menu and opening it.

She was close enough to figuring out her order when the holograph materializes before. Now this is something she wishes to get her hands on. Legally, or else-wise. Green eyes glitter as she nods, the mock-up taking shape before them, both facilities. She can admire the structures, sleek, yet similar enough in Gothic stylings that it won't contrast against Gotham's skyline too much. But there is enough of an altering that it will be beneficial to keeping those within it's walls, rather than without.

Pressing a fingertip to her lips, thoughts are already coming to the surface.

"We get one of both, with a wager on which is better after both are sampled," she says with a coy wink. Not the answer he was looking for, but she felt it the right, proper response.

"Perhaps with a bottle of Barolo for the lamb. And a nice Rose for the salmon." As she slides the menu back to him with the tips of her fore, and middle fingers, she has to smile at him.

"I believe that the foundational changes in the mock-ups are going to require a full raze of each building. Thankfully, after my examining of the original blueprints, this will also eliminate the oft-used escape routes via the sewers that have been utilized more often than Arkham is willing to admit to the public. So a retrofit of this magnitude seems to fit my original vision, as well as taking into account some of the major, as well as minor security infractions that I was able to uncover in both Arkham Asylum, and Blackgate," she utters fluidly, as if reciting an aria.

"It seems, that for our independent works, we are finding ourselves near-perfectly in sync with vision. There may be a few additions, based on several comprehensive independent contractor consults, but trust me, they're credible for the work done in her field." Especially since she was an expert.

"I think, honestly, that thus far, your vision coupled with my experience, is working wonderfully. Even though after my own information is integrated fully, there may need to be a few modifications and compromise, it will go quite well. If only we could find a proper relocation space for the inhabitants of each facility, we'd really be fully ready to go, you know. And then there is the final touches on the Gala..." She continued, let her words trail as waitstaff approached.

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He rolls his eyes up, lolling at her a bit as he smirks again "What I like about you, Selina, is that you never compromise your desires. Yes, why not both? I think science demands us try both meals and see which is superior." He smiles as he looks at her, nodding to the wait staff as they approach. "You heard the woman, I'm certain. The Lamb and the Salmon, the Barolo and the Rose and . . . perhaps a White Lillet for before the meal. . .and perhaps the chef would amuse us with an amuse-bouche" A before dinner apertif of the chef's choice, it would be worthwhile. He smiled and handed the menu to the wait staff and let them wander away. He settled back into his chair and smiled faintly as he said "And to answer your question, why you. I've a respect for those with vision, and ability. There are numerous powerful families in Gotham. . . but most of your wealth is very much self made. You worked for your position and I respect that, as a self made man myself." 

He shrugs as he considers the reasons "You're active, you invest, and you're dynamic, you're well known and liked. There are politics in this city that I don't understand, and all that I know is that you are a woman with few enemies, and anyone who can find a way to avoid enemies in Gotham City, is someone who navigates the social ladder with caution. I myself, rarely do. I am Metropolis, in many ways. I charge forward like a bull without much consideration for the delicacies of politics because those who would stand against me I've already purchased or destroyed. In Gotham I am at a disadvantage, and you rectify all of my disadvantages. What could be better in any partnership, than for someone that overcomes the shortcomings of the other. I'd like to think that we help eachother, and that builds a much stronger, long term partnership. I could hardly hope to find a more suitable partner for any enterprise." 

He smiles as he says "But I have been thinking, about this Metropham thing. I think we should make it something more than a joint project for a single goal. The name itself combines the names of our cities, Gotham and Metropolis. And there's much Metropolis can do to help Gotham, and in time a signifcant amount that Gotham can do for Metropolis. . . why not make it a limited liability corporation? You and I, with initial investors. Separate, of course, from either of our corporations, but still . . . capable of gathering funds, creating investments in various projects throughout the city, able to produce its own profits. I'd be more than willing to put initial funding up." He smiled as the amuse-bouche is brought: A Warm Camembert with Wild Mushroom Fricassee, made from Vacherin Mont-d'Or cheeses mingled and warm with the warm smell of wild mushrooms, nuts and a fine wine sauce. It's warm, a perfect contrast for the cold night outside. The apertif wine has a faint scent of orange, and is dry. Just the thing to stimulate the appetite. It's well chilled and nice on the tongue. Lex offers his glass to a clink and toasts his guest, then has a sip.

"But that's a conversation for another time, perhaps. Once we're successful with the Gala, and the project. First the project." He waves his hand and flicks his wrist bringing up the interface and then swiping his fingers to bring up the model of the Prison "I agree with your assessment, but you're the expert. I hardly know what sort of things are necessary for security. . . I'm not certain about how the transfer would be done. Stryker's Island can be used temporarily for some of the Blackgate prisoners, to reduce impaction. . . perhaps Van Kull or Iron Heights for some of the Arkham inmates." He shrugs as he says "I don't like the idea of transferring them so far, though. There's greater risk. Might be better to do it piecemeal, sealing off a portion, doing a complete retrofit of the section, then expanding. Although that in itself is a security risk too. There are some . . . other options, involving some more . . . experimental materials, although their utilization is as of yet . . . untested." He smiles faintly. 

"But we should discuss the gala. . . I've taken the opportunity to establish security within and without. Plainclothes and hidden agents, certain . . . security protocols, which I'll send to you to review all the details of.  It's impossible to have a Gala in Gotham without one of the madmen deciding to try to steal the show. . . and everything else." He smiles at that and leans back "I've had a chance to try some oft he food your caterers put together. I think it'll be more than adequate for what we want. The rest of it is astounding, and I hope you enjoy the little touches I put together in some of that elemental theme." 

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Now that was something. She had to shift slightly back to admire the man. "And what I like about you, Lex, is that you understand that life is here for us to experience. Not just pick and choose meagerly, and slip through, but to taste, to touch, to breathe, to experience. And even more, your panache for wine. You seem to know near instinctively what to pick. If I had to make an educated presumption, you've spent time in Europe, no?"

She smiles brightly at him, fingers going absent-minded the the decoration about her neck.

"I appreciate that. My parents, were decently well off when they were living. Their deaths shot me to the streets of Gotham, to boarding school. My scholarship saved me, I have to admit. But it's nice to have someone see that, and not just another pretty face that is fronting a company, and not really running it. A due compliment from someone from such humble beginning as yourself, made into such a household name."

It was truth. Partially. Her family had been wealthy. But her 'scholarship' had been pure merit at her own hands. And her company? Well, for as good as it was, it was small, and intimately run. Liv helped, Alec was a versatile asset, Allie was phenomenal. All were loyal.

"It seems out of pain, and loss, we found ourselves. A noble trait, rooted in loss. Striving to recreate, and succeeding. So very few can understand that sort of pain, and drive." As he continues to paint a picture of herself, she has to smile, flattered. he's correct on many levels from his observations. It's true, her enemies are not in the social circles he's navigating. But she has them. "I think the worst of my worries are the women who shoot me dirty looks because of the men I choose to dance with at events. But perhaps they need to step up, risk, and know when to hold their cards, and when to fold them." And how she loves a good hand of cards.

Sipping her proffered water, her thoughts go to if he would dare to poison her. Not at this early in a venture, but still; she's partially wary. Flicking her eyes to his face when he speaks further, she visibly angles her body toward him. "You're serious, aren't you." She states, her mind reeling at the thought.

"I like the idea. And I have come across funds that I had been looking to invest," -and perhaps he had heard wind of that, as well. Crafty bastard. "I do believe if you want to further look into this, I'd be willing." She pulls back slightly as their food is delivered, fingertips reaching to clink her glass to his as well. It's a silent agreement that they will continue in that venture.

"Another time. But yes, we should coordinate a time to go over the finer details. But I think a joining of this magnitude would benefit both cities. But let us discuss the Gala, as well as the proposed plans. Arkham seems to be on board with whatever I throw at him, as long as he's proved successful after numerous years of failure. His son, and another Doctor are heading up the new programs, and another is aiding me with security specifics."

The amuse-bouche is just a delight. Tantalizing to the senses, playing with them just so, she closes her eyes in delight as she tastes. It's been years since she had an experience this exquisite. "I am interrupting, but you brought in your own chef. This cuisine is not standard of Dini Plaza. It's more a fusion, with oriental influences. This is clearly more Mediterranean, with a French, or Italian, flare, no?"

Another sip of her aperitif, and she continues back on topic. "If we're to raze the facility, perhaps temporary accommodations could be facilitated at Blackgate or even Iron Heights. That prospect hadn't crossed my mind. Keen discover, Mr. Luthor," she demurs, running plans in her head.

"Excuse me, for one second, Lex-" Pressing a manicured fingertip a scant measure above her earlobe, she speaks quietly into her hidden earpiece, requesting that information and schematics are drawn up to look at that relocation possibility. "My tech is not as advanced as some of your own, but I don't like to sit on an idea, when one could act, revise, and move forward confidently. But please enlighten me on these materials. If it is able to secure safety for the streets of Gotham against repeat offenders, I am more than willing to first hear you out, and then propose it to both heads-Arkham and Gordon."

But the Gala. Something she is loathe to plan, but rather excited to see come to fruition. "Yes, the Gala. And that is a fantastic touch that I was going to bring up, as well. Waitstaff, guests. While Gotham is known for it's 'night life' and crime, this would give off an illusion of freedom, but while still offering hope. People tend to feel a bit at ease, when there are guards, but this serves to purport our venture of securing safety for the city." She's talking in a Möbius strip, but it's necessary to traverse all the sides, before returning to their original point.

"I'm hoping that none of them show to this endeavor. It's strictly invite only," she states with an eerily chill claim. And while she is quite aware her own actions are causing turmoil among some of her friends, they better not fuck up this night. Or they know what she is capable of. It's no flash-bang for Catwoman, but a subtle pencil drop, that suddenly dominoes into your entire world crashing, that original pencil long forgotten.

Her fingertips go to hover over her lower lip, partially to obscure the chilly thought, and to portray delight. She hasn't taken the stage in years, if only because her entire life is masks and productions. "I'm quite glad you were able to enjoy their work. And you were able to see my mock-up! Fantastic. I wanted this event to be ...something else. More organic, less ballroom and staunch money. It should provide ample media coverage as such a venue has not been outfitted like this, I do believe in the entirety of Gotham's life." Her fingertips reach out to gently touch his hand, her excitement and delight manifesting in quiet moments.

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He smiles at that leaning back and purrs with that deep voice “Selina, honestly.” He narrows his eyes smiling widely “I’ve spent time everywhere.” He chuckles lightly at that taking a sip of the aperitif to whet his throat and says “And I learned very young that fluency in the language of wine is just as important to navigating high society as understanding the language of how to stand, how to move, how to dress, how to look, how to speak, and when not to speak” He smirks as if to a private joke “Although the last part eludes me at times.”


He listens to her talk about the scholarship with a seriousness coming over his face. He stares forward, down at the table, almost through her as he gets lost somewhere. “My father wasn’t exactly poor himself, although I never saw a dime of that. When he died his assets were split among his various business partners, his personal finances went to paying off the last of his debts. Corporate and personal.” He narrowed his eyes at that.

“No, I saw the life insurance policy, which was something, but I couldn’t touch it personally. I wasn’t even in high school at the time. There was talk about putting me into social services, which I . . . couldn’t allow to happen. I didn’t want to go through that, and I had no other advocate. I ended up selling the rights to my father’s life insurance policy for an upfront amount. . . a mere percentage of the total, I had pennies on the dollar, but it was in cash. And that was important because I couldn’t sign a contract yet.” He smiles to remember it. “I used that money to make my first invention and then I showed it to one of my father’s old business partners. . . Nathaniel Grayson.” He sneers at the thought of the fat man, shaking his head “He tried to sell the device to the Pentagon and got a pretty penny for the sale of the concept. Luckily, there’s an age requirement to sign a contract, not so to get a patent in one’s name. I took him to court with the contract and the patent. I used the sale as proof that I could be emancipated, took the proceeds of the sale, only 90% of it, but still, enough to found LexCorp.” He doesn’t know why he’s sharing this, he hadn’t thought of the events in years, staring forward there was a moment of . . . humanity? In Lex Luthor?


He shook his head and then spoke again “But I digress. Needless to say I appreciate those who work for what they have, those who make something from nothing, and those who work directly with their businesses. I’ve seen numerous pretty faces, Selina. One gets inured to it before long, but a keen mind. That interests me, and that’s worth seeking out. I understand jealousy, though. I understand it at my core.”


He looks up at her and says “And I am serious, these are qualities that one should seek in a partner. I don’t know what you have to invest” Lex lied easily “but I’m more than willing to forward the money to such an endeavor. I feel the long term benefits are a worthwhile investment, and I do believe in making . . . long term investments.”


The food came at that moment, the chef personally brought the lamb out and began to slice it, the knife barely touching the flesh before it seemed to split away on its own behalf. Lex smiled as he said “You’re halfway right about the chef, Selina, he is one of mine, but not from Metropolis. A Gotham native, through and through. Chef Magritte was working in obscurity as a sous chef at . . .” he closed his eyes for a moment “Fox Gardens” he opened them a moment later “and I happened to be dining there. What surprised me about a dish was the quality of the sauce upon it, not the meal itself, which was adequate but not astounding. But just the sauce, so I complemented the chef, and saw his face when I complemented the sauce. . . and then I made inquiries and discovered that Chef Magritte was behind that portion of the meal. I invited him to cook for me personally, was impressed and used him for one of my dinner parties in Metropolis.”

The chef nods once and is beaming with the complements. “I’ve been working to establish him further in Gotham, his home, with any lucky he’ll be made head chef of the Swan Lounge before, although if that fails, I might just give him a restaurant of his own to start with that’s less established. But he deserves establishment that matches his credentials. He’s far superior to the chef they have here now, I’ll say that.”

And he’s not wrong, the lamb’s consistency is not so much that of a cooked meat but rather of a substance perfectly suited to melt on the tongue, easily cut with a fork, with a savory yet tangy spice that complements the mint sauce, which the chef serves personally. The salmon is no less impressive, the whole fish being served up, the scales polished after cooking to give a gleam, cut open to reveal pink flesh inside. Individual portions are pre sliced and put into place, so that a single serving spoon can work to deliver a serving without bone. The spices are not common for salmon, and seem suited to try to transform the salmon into a complementary dish to the lamb, with a citrusy goodness and savory spice that serves to complement and support the lamb, just as the mint sauce of the lamb seems to draw out complementary flavors when the salmon is eaten.

The wines are poured and left to chill. The chef bows his head and then states “Yes, you are correct. I was trained in France, but spent significant time on the grand tour. In addition I’ve been trying to work with Thai and Vietnamese spices, and with effort and luck. . . will master those with time.”

Lex Luthor smiles as he says “He’s a wonder, and I think he’ll improve the quality of Gotham’s culinary status in the world. I’m almost loathe to take him out of Metropolis.”


Magritte shrugs and says “I do love my home, Mr. Luthor. Miss Kyle. . . Bon apetit” He bowed and took his leave.


Luthor smiled and then looked back at Selina. “Where were we? Oh yes, the materials. There’s a few we’ve been working on at LexCorp, although they’re not fully tested. Dr. Magnus has developed an interesting metallic framework that is both flexible and solid, due to a reconstructing growth matrix that works like an organic substance. If struck hard, it holds firm, resisting any pressures. If the pressure is too great to resist, it bends, growing to accommodate the pressure. Should something cut through it, however. . . it regrows, sealing itself with a great deal of speed. It’s expensive, and we don’t have much of it, but perhaps there’s some use for it.”


He grins as he says “The other substance, is of course a new sort of foam that hardens almost instantly to a hardness slightly weaker than concrete, although with a great deal more flexibilitiy. If I had my way I’d just flood the bottom portions of the inmate’s rooms with it and lock them into place while we did the retrofit, but I doubt that would be approved. It could, however, be used in various places to quickly patch walls, or create temporary walls to restructure the interior of the facility. It hardens instantly, and of course can be dissolved with a certain solvent.” He smiles as he says “If I had access to Victor Fries’ research I might try something with cryogenics, but of course, his cryogenics have a nasty habit of killing those inside it, which I assume we’re attempting to avoid.”



“But yes, the gala security is firm enough to provide safety, hidden enough to provide confusion, and unobtrusive enough to provide a sense of freedom. It’s a careful balance, and I only hope that we have it correct.” He settles in and takes a bite of the lamb, taking a moment to savor it. Listening, he smiles at the eerie calm and the statement.

“If there’s one thing I hate, it’s when mad and violent criminals are rude.” He’s not lying there, or even being sarcastic, although it's hard to tell that. He’s had to work with a fair number of them over the years, and frankly far too many individuals mistake rudeness for freedom, cruelty for strength, madness for power. He takes her hand as she touches his, giving hers a little squeeze as he stares into her eyes. “I think that the Gala will be the first step that changes everything. It will be perfect; it’d impress the people of Metropolis. And I think that maybe we might actually accomplish something worthwhile, out of all of this. You did brilliantly, Miss Kyle. I find it hard to believe that you haven’t done this all your life.”

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His fluency in one of her favorite beverages causes her to sit back in her chair and pay attention. There are few as well versed as her, and she had learned from one of the best. "It certainly has it's openings. And knowing the finer aspects of vintages, grapes, the regions they're from open doors one would never have thought of. I'm taking it you spent time in Wine country in France?" She offers a smile to his 'joke.' "We all learn in time. Some better than others. And I wish others took your serious interest in grapes. The world would be a much more refined and beautiful place, I believe." She raises her own glass to the light, taking in the color and clarity as she would a fine gemstone under her loupe.

As he relates his own childhood, she is surprised at the similar upbringing they had. The loss of parents is difficult. But he had made his own way, much like she had if not in different areas of interest. While she had gone more private sector security, he had gone into finance and developments. An area that commanded great respect, no matter how you viewed it.

"I wasn't aware you had gone through such great hoops. It's quite impressive your mind at such a young, impressionable age," she muses, her tone reverent. As he mentions social services, she look sours. "Here in Gotham, my sister and I were put into the system. She found a home. I failed out, you could say. I spent some time in the East End, an orphanage, I was a 'menace' to the police for a while until I was sent to my aunt's boarding school."

And even then, she's been a pain. "But where there is a will, there is a way. And neither of us could appreciate where we are now, without having come from our more humble backgrounds." Bullshit, but men loved to hear accolades as such. It fed into their egos.

She tried not to snicker, but what he was speaking was true. Pretty faces were one thing. A thing that faded. To see a brilliant mind, or a heart that continued to beat after failure after failure? Now that was something. "You speak to me all too truly. It sounds like you've been through your paces in the benefit and ball circuit as well. After a time, there is only so much small-talk one can do before seeking out more substance." Setting down her glass, she heard the footfalls before she saw them. An added benefit of reserving an entire lounge for their meal-au-deux.

Nodding as he mentioned jealousy, a flicker in her chest gave warning. As the lamb was sliced before them, she sighed in anticipation. Lamb was difficult to master. When she'd lived in France, she'd seen, and furthermore, experienced to die for dishes that would melt in your mouth. And horrid ones that had made her sick, as well. "Magritte? Isn't he...oh god!" She knew the name, and knew his craft well. It wasn't the centerpiece where he excelled, but in the minute details. Her hand stretched to Luthor's forearm again, an excited hum to the air about her. "How did you snag him? I just... I know his work. He'd disappeared, and it seems that mystery is finally tied up! You are devious, sir. Just...amazing." She gushed. Food and wine were quaternary and tertiary after baubles and tech to her. And to discuss all of the above? She was enthralled, despite wanting to keep her wits about her.

"I have the funds. If you want me to match your investments, I could do so with ease." His tone was queer, but she let it pass. They were already joint running Metropham, so why not something else, as well?

"Have you thought of instilling him in that Italian place off 69th and Bonnair? I hear it came under new management. I know that is always a good time to swap things around." She shrugged, snapping her napkin out and laying it across her lap. She nods to both men, agreeing that Magritte, no matter his skill level is better than the prior chef at the Swan Lounge. She's not going to mention it, but she had gotten sick after a duck confit a few years back, and had been highly suspect when his invite back to Dini Plaza had been sent to her.

"Thank you, Chef. Perhaps I could wrest you from Lex's attentions for a luncheon I'm planning. I would be honored." And she would compensate him well for the few hours' work. If she wanted something, she would procure it.

As she delicately went to alternate between the lamb, salmon, and wines, his words are nearly lost on her. It's only when he mentions a flexible matrix does she set down her fork.

"But how are they synthesizing an organic compound to replicate the infrastructure? That isn't illegal, is it?" She narrows her eyes at him, hoping it's not. Not that illegal activities bother her, but she has to at least pretend. "And it's patented, no? I don't want to be remaking both facilities, only to tear them down and rebuild due to copyright infringement. I am quite aware some companies do that for the profit, but not here. There are too many hostile personalities that require watch, that I would rather not release them, or have to re-home for a temporary time-span while rebuilding again." Her lips purse as she reaches for her Rose.

"The foam, though, that is remarkable." She laughs lightly at his suggestion, tsk'ing lightly at him. "You'd have a whole new host of medical issues, pending that. Mildew, sweat, and so forth. But perhaps this foam can be used in other avenues." The man really did have a hand in every pot, as they said. Development was not her playground, but what others often drempt of amused her.

When Fries is mentioned, she rolled her eyes. Victor, well, let's just say she kept her distance from him. He had no humor to his crimes, and was a bit more serious. And claws couldn't crack his mystique. No fun, no games.

"Mmm. I read that in your paperwork. I'm quite glad you went about and hired the persons you did for security. It will give the Gala a certain freedom, not having the suits at every door and exit. It will be new, here in Gotham, as most high-profile functions usually attract at least one masked-criminal, at the very least. You know that both of us will be targeted, as well? As the whole Metropham premise goes against them, and they will try to thwart us at every junction they can." Part of that troubled her. And the fact that she, herself was a rogue. But unlike her cohorts, she trended toward not getting caught. Mostly because she hated the confrontations strongly.

"But hopefully we will be able to reassure those attending they will be safeguarded. Even the venue is very one way in, one way out. No loose ends. And I did reserve a block of rooms at the del Mar. I thought it prudent to keep some of the patrons safe at hand post the festivities."

People she trusted, and wanted to keep safe. Always. As their fingertips touch, it's almost electric, their eyes finding depth in one another.

"I think you are the answer Gotham has been looking or, Mr. Luthor. Your innovative ideas, coupled with my presence and purpose could do nothing but impress Metropolis, and curb the fear in Gotham. I wish I could say that I've always aspired to security, but, I prefer to work, than to sit and hobnob, and feast. I am my best behind the scenes, troubleshooting rather than proselytizing." That is what he was for. But the compliment was politely accepted, and thanked in her own way.

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He smiled as he savored the drink, letting it rest on the tongue before swallowing. "As I've said, I've spent time everywhere." He smiles as he says "I grew up in poverty with a focus on end goals. It took education, success and conscious self transformation to teach me to appreciate details, such as those in wine. You see, it's not merely about inebriation, or taste. . . but detail. To be sensitive and focused on meticulous detail, to see the whole dissected into its parts, put together again into an emergent property. . . it's a worthwhile discipline with which to see the world." He sips the wine, then puts the glass down to return to the appetizer. It was perfect, in every sense of the word. Outside, the snow began to fall, sprinkling and illuminated by the lights of the room.

"What I went through was necessity driven by necessity. I'd spent much of my childhood oppressed by circumstance. When opportunity came and I could be free, I seized " He listens to her story, of her childhood brushes with the law, her story, he watched her idly, considering.  The accolade was nice, he enjoyed his ego being brushed but he was hardly one to allow simple words to sway him in such a way. "Determination does tend to allow one to craft a path where none may exist. Although it takes skill to see it and traverse it." 

"I try not to make a habit of speaking too honestly, but I'm prone to sentiment on occasion. And sometimes the wine brings out old memories. I don't know if I can say regrets, I regret little of my life, my origins were a circumstantial setback from where I knew I belonged and the path I walked helped me to craft the man I am today. I regret nothing, in fact." He shrugs and then smiles as he watches her reaction to the chef. 

"You'd be amazed at what's possible when you recognize talent, and seek to nurture it. It helps that I have amassed a not inconsiderate amount of resources, so that I can both note talent, and assist it towards growth. . . he does the work. I merely seek to provide the soil for him to thrive." He smiles as he takes the first bite of the meal, closes his eyes for a moment, then swallows with a smile "And thus we all thrive." Despite himself, he actually found himself enjoying the company of Ms. Kyle, and the meal. She was self made, cunning, and there was almost a sense of effortless grace, as if she could land on her feet anywhere. 

"I'm certain you have the funds necessary. And I feel the Metropham project can be well suited as a for profit corporation that can subcontract out to necessary nonprofits to gain the tax benefits. There would be a question as to whether the corporation should be publicly traded or not, as it would allow a greater initial inflow and increased buy-in, but of course it opens up another set of difficulties. LexCorp is privately owned for that reason, and I tend to subcontract to other publicly traded subsidiaries or personally owned subsidiaries or just external companies, such as I'm doing with you. It's a worthwhile partnership model that serves to protect my initial investments from . . . more ruthless traders." He smiles to think of it "Why just a few years ago LexCorp faced an interesting leveraged buyout threat from a trader who thought he could purchase my subsidiaries out from under me. He didn't do his research though. Ended up purchasing the subsidiary without realizing that its assets were leased from LexCorp in exchange for certain income and expansion considerations. After purchasing the company, he cancelled the contracts with LexCorp as part of an attempt to put financial pressure on us."

He smiled widely at the thought of it all. "He didn't realize until after the exchange and he had a chance to look more closely at the contracts, all of which were publicly available, I must inform you, that all he'd managed to take over from me was ten corporate charters, a collection of contracts which he'd just cancelled, independent contracts with three other corporations with no ability to actually fill, and 500 million dollars in debt." He shook his head and then said "The sad truth was if he'd maintained the contracts with LexCorp he could have possibly made a profit off of the exchange. I ended up purchasing back the companies outright." He shook his head and then said "I digress though, there's considerations as to how the Metropham corporate documents would work, my attorneys are gifted at this sort of work." He shrugs and eats his meal. 


He laughs at the mention of Falaccio's, and then shook his head "Yes, I know the new management there, but it's so traditional Italian, I'd rather Magritte have a venue where he's free to experiment more." He smiles as he says "I'm certain that Magritte, however, will be more than willing to work with you. He's his own man and I'd love to see him used everywhere he can be!"  Magritte would agree to work with Selina in any way she required and stated that her people can contact him with details at any time. 




He smiled as he says "That's the interesting part, it's not organic compounds. . . it's metal, purely metal, it just grows and shapes and moves like . .. an organic material. And yes, they are proprietary, LexCorp technology as crafted by Dr. Magnus. As is all the technology we work towards. We may not have the specific technology arsenal of Wayne Enterprises, and it's focus on nonlethal weapons development. . . but LexCorp does have a wider array of developments and technologies, even if we aren't as singularly focused." He settles in as he says "There are plenty of interesting applications to these new technologies, and some intriguing new technologies that develop due to their applications." 

"And as for being targeted. . . I assure you, I'm very used to the idea. I'm fully expecting at least one if not more masked madmen to attempt to destroy our party." He leans forward and smiles, staring into her eyes. "In fact, I'm rather looking forward to the idea of them trying. I do so love emphasizing a point. . . and we have significant advantages over them. Despite what they may say about the power of obsession and insanity. . . sanity does have its advantages. Let's say I've made arrangements for security with some old associates. Between the training of those I've hired, and the hidden technology, and .  . . some of the psychological profiles I've had ordered. . . I feel as if we can expect things to be well cared for." He smiles faintly, sipping more of the wine. "After all, one needn't dress up as a Bat and growl at things to handle masked madmen."  

As his eyes met hers he felt the electric charge. She WAS something else, wasn't she. Not quite . . . well . . . she reminded him of something, nothing to be thought of now. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. 


"WE are the answer Gotham has been looking for, Ms. Kyle. And I think you underestimate your abilities. I've never enjoyed hob nobbing, the game of politics. My talents in the field were earned through work, education and purpose. I'm a scientist, primarily, Ms. Kyle. I've always seen myself as one. The rest that I do. . . is simply to give context to my gifts and passions. You will be admired, pampered, and loved by a populace that screams at you to save them. And it's good to suffer that sort of adulation,because it gives you the resources you need to accomplish your ends." He smiled and raised a glass to Selina, "To excellence in all things, Selina. To success in all ends." 

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Their banter back and forth is dense, fully cued into the intricacies of the topics they are seeking out to put on the table and discuss. As each of their personal histories is brought out, unfolded, and examined, she can feel a a pseudo-closeness as they both remember, and reminisce over time of purity lost to each. It was a shame, but such shame in pastime is what had led them to their respective paths, and fortunes. And now they are shifting together, walking a similar, yet dissimilar path to unite against a common foe.

While he speaks, she indulges in each delicate bite of their meal, each choice an intricate explosion of juxtaposed flavors. Complimentary, but handpicked to bring out this, or that under-looked, or tasted, in this case, flavor and essence. Her eyes are drawn to the large window, the sky going grey and clouding with snow, each flake briefly illuminated as it passes their viewpoints and falling to the lower levels in varying shades of darkness.

"We both found something we greatly excelled at, and went for it with our entire beings, Lex. And from that drive, we made ourselves, sculpted from our own tears, sweat, and determination. No one offered a hand from our holes. With our own cunning, and frank boldness did we rise." She pauses to dab at her mouth for a moment, a sip of wine indulged in. The Rose. "And it does take a fine eyesight to traverse those paths. Very few minds care to even look, let alone follow through."

A knowing nod is given, the stem of the glass twirled between deft fingertips. "I think those who say they regret nothing are lying on principle, and should never be trusted. Those who do have regrets revisit them from time to time, and learn what they can, and press forward. Nothing is a waste as not learning from a mistake. And sentiment is something to also indulge in from time to time, Lex. Especially when it can be accompanied, and coloured with a good vintage. Neither is anything to apologize for." She continues to sample this or that, pausing to add her own few accolades here or there, or to gently redirect him as need be.

While their conversation returns back to business she nods, and doesn't see anything to contribute quite yet. She is able to follow the legalese, as she has to contemplate whether or not to make her own company for profit, or to even have shares that were a public option. In the end she had wanted private sector security, and had kept it that way. It was a small, but efficiently run corporation, and thankfully for her, a corporation had no limit on minimum, or maximum numbers of employees.

"I prefer to contract out anything that I cannot furnish myself. While I do the initial walk-through based on my client's needs, and will do most installations of security systems, the actual maintaining of said systems falls to that company. It's more a I mention you, you mention me sort of kick-back, if anything. I prefer to be quite hands-on in whatever I put my own, or my company's name on. It's a bit anal-retentive I've been told, but my client base is expanded mostly by satisfaction of services and by word of mouth, so I try to do my damnedest to prevent, well, theft in those cases. You know that old adage of 'bad customer service is repeated up to seven times more than a satisfied customer.' I try to foil that by provided the best I can, and turning over a good leaf." Mixed metaphors can work in some cases, and this instance is one of them.

She laughs politely, but with a hearty gusto at his swapping of quite public records on an unassuming asshole who thought to get the better of him. "And that right there is why you should always read the contract, cover to cover, and consult with your lawyer as well, before signing a damn thing. It's what he deserved, for wanting to back out of such an offer. I applaud your handiwork, Lex. That is quite the business model right there." Fuck them over, before they can fuck you. She likes his thickly veiled threats. She would bet heavily on the fact few see through the flowery prose and polite smile to the ruthless man behind it all.

As the Italian cuisine is mentioned, her head cants to the side as she runs through his logic. "You're quite correct, I stand in error. But Magritte should have his own home where he can expand and concoct to his expertise. You'll have to keep me abreast of such a situation so I am able to indulge in his new culinary delights. And I appreciate you loaning him to me for my luncheon. No doubt the ladies would want to eat wherever he's interred for the time, or even his new restaurant as well." She smiles, and sips her wine yet again as they revisit the organics and experimentations he had mentioned.

"You're kidding me. Metal, as in silver, iron, steel?" Now that is something causes her to stop in her indulgence of their cuisine, and to turn in her seat facing him. Listening with rapt attention, she nods, and laughs when Wayne Tech is mentioned. "They have different foci, if you understand what I mean," she partially teases and hints in the same breath.

She reaches for her glass of wine once more as they turn to security, and he has already taken care of it. Her eyes glint dangerously as he mentions the parameters he's taken, and she's impressed. Quite impressed, actually. "Mmm. I do have to say I'm impressed by your measures. And from what I read from one of our earlier correspondences, you're eschewing suits at the exit and entrance points. I dare say I love the idea. Give everyone there a sense of security by removing visual cues, and thus eliminating, and expanding their arena for the venue. It's quite brilliant, from my own scrutiny, especially considering my field."

She laughs again at his glib insult of Batman, their eyes meet once more, and there is that electric charge she can feel jolting to her toes.

As he mentions something she had merely echoed moments ago, she nods to him. "I'm not one to toot my own horn, Mr. Luthor. I'd rather let others illuminate for me what they see. In that vein I'm able to also see if what I am hoping to project, is also received. If not, I am able to adjust my trajectory accordingly, and move forward with, and in confidence. But I appreciate you for seeing the facade for what it is; and that in and of itself is a feat. Together, with your scientific mind, and my more visible, 'hometown' face, you could say, for Gotham, I doubt there is little we can hope to not accomplish, if we set our minds to it." She laughs lightly as he echoes her sentiments.

"You speak much truth; of your own gifts, and mine, but sadly, when we are shuffled into such roles, our own personal lives are illuminated, which afford us little personal time to horde." She raises her glass to him with a winning smile. "To change, and success, excellence in all." As their glasses clink, and she sips her wine.