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[meowminx]

WHO: catmasked and lassiface
WHERE: Blue Moon Diner, downtown
WHEN: Saturday afternoon, 2pm
SUMMARY: Lassi offered to file paperwork for Selina's leopard if she took him to lunch.
FORMAT: Para

In truth, Selina didn't really give a damn if she had a license for Ramus or not. When had she ever cared much about the legality of anything she did? But it was clear the detective wasn't going to drop it. Besides, she figured he at least deserved lunch for putting a bullet in the Joker.

She arrived a few minutes after two, "fashionably" late as per usual. Leather jacket and boots to ward off the November chill, sunglasses she took off as soon as she entered the diner, scanning the familiar booths for Lassiter.

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[meowminx]

She glanced out the window, then back at Lassiter. "And if someone's reality had a movie where you were a cop on the take?"

It wasn't the fact it had gotten her wrong. Part of her was worried that it had gotten her right. The certain points in her life that she didn't want anyone to know about. That she herself didn't even remember.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

There was something more to this than Lassiter was picking up on. For a moment he feared maybe she was a "little off," but if she was she was definitely better than most other crazy women he had had to deal with over the years. He mostly felt a little bad that he had already managed to ruin the mood. At least he was able to finish eating before it happened this time. "Impossible," he commented on her remark, the mere thought of him being a crooked cop was too ridiculous to even begin to entertain. "But I suppose I can see why that's unsettling. I'm sorry."

[meowminx]

She shook her head. "Not your fault." A small smile played across her face as she cut into her remaining pancake, a hint of her humor returning. "Unless you're a screenwriter on the side."