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Diana Prince	The large display screens around Times Square cast a daytime glow at all hours as they proclaim advertisements for fashion and beauty products, for one technology company or another, or for the current exhibit in the Discovery space. The ads proclaim the current exhibit: Randall Q. Bara's 'Eye in Religion'. A series of sculptures and paintings that feature deities and religious figures from around the globe in less than flattering portrayals. It is said that Art is meant to push boundaries and challenge the status quo. Given the measure of protests Bara's works and exhibit have stirred in other cities, it would seem he has found that so called sweet spot. It is opening weekend and the artist is present to speak on the meaning and intent behind the collection of pieces. Also in attendance are many protestors - though security has succeeded in keeping them outside and beyond a barrier where their shouts and jeers and signs inform everyone willing to look or listen that Mr. Bara has only succeeded in offending the(ir) masses with his work. Inside, Diana Prince is present, not as security but as a curious spectator. For many personal reasons, she is interested in what Bara's works evoke, be those works of Eastern, Western or, in her case, Ancient Greek religion. As with the others present, Diana mingles and waits for the exhibit to formally open with Bara's speech. Her dark hair has been immaculately styled, spilling about her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her vibrant blue eyes take in the sights and sounds and patrons with a curiosity. She wears a pristine white sleeveless tank dress that holds tightly to her athletic figure. The mock-turtle styled neckline and lack of cutouts in the front leave her far more modestly clothed than many of the patrons around her. Still, it leaves her shoulders and arms bare but for the silver bracers about her wrists. The back is open down to her waist, displaying much olive hued skin. The hemline ends at mid-thigh, making it at least practical for dancing. Already taller than most, she still wears silver open toed sandals with three inch heels. ( https://i.imgur.com/jP9Y3sP.jpg ) Pausing to take a flute of champagne from a passing server's tray, she offers the man a polite smile of thanks. Holding the glass in hand, she does not yet sip from it.
Kimberly	Culture, travel and art! Kimberly was quite happy to be making an appearance tonight. Of course, time with her stepdad and mother had made her no stranger to travelling art shows but every piece and artist was different. With her form wrapped in an (expectedly) pink asymetrical dress that left one shoulder bare and her hair tied back in a ponytail, the young woman moved along to join the crowd. The fact that Wonder Woman herself was going to be here at the same time? Well, that was icing on the cake!
Zatanna Zatara	There is a certain fascination in the show for Zatanna as well. Religious displays, be they ernest or satire, take on a different meaning when you've actually interacted with gods. Or when you know that hell isn't just symbolism, but a dimension all its own. So to see how one -- likely mad -- mortal opts to interpret the many religions of the world: it has a certain draw. Zatanna managed her way past the protestors and security alike. While not dressed 'to the nines' as some of the attendees, she's still dressed in what one might consider 'street fashion:' from a dark blue trenchcoat with sleeves rolled up above her elbows to leather pants and the blue-and-white colorblock bodice. Her hair is, for once, not left loose but rather secured in a long (slightly messy from the winds that whip down city streets) braid. While she waits for the artist to speak, Zee stands with a shoulder against a pillar... staring at her phone. Just one of many doing so, really.
Diana Prince	Diana Prince does look around at the others in attendance. Many patrons of The Arts, some Idle Rich, business women and men. Even a few who may be religious leaders. Perhaps just attempting to show that not all religion is closed minded about critique and satire. Of course whether that succeeds... Moving through the gathering, Diana does see a familiar and friendly face in Zatanna and she changes direction to greet her friend and peer. "Zatanna. A pleasant surprise. I was not certain if I would know anyone here." Glancing about, she sees the young woman in the pink dress and offers her a friendly smile as well as she glances back toward the magicienne. "I am curious what will come of all this fuss. I wonder if it s truly warranted or simply misplaced insecurity in one's religion of choice."
Kimberly	Making her way along, Kimberly does seem to be doing her best to fit in, but that doesn't mean she was succeeding. Olympic gymnast didn't mean high society after all and she did look a little lost... Of course, her path walking does eventually, inevitably and quite likely deliberately bring her towards the two women, a polite lift of her hand and sheepish 'Hi' given to try and gain attention. "Sorry to interupt, a friend of mine...Dinah, she said I should say hello to you if I saw you. I'm uh...big fan?" Who was Kimberly addressing? Well, in truth it could be either of the pair.
Zatanna Zatara	"Diana." Zatanna looks up from her phone with a smile for the Amazon. The smartphone is switched off (and verified to be on silent) before she tucks it away into her pocket. "Lovely to see you here and-" she looks out over the crowd and to the stage where the artist will speak. "I have to admit that I agree. Personally, I tend to lean toward it being insecurity. Simply having an exhibit causes many religions ire and frustration at being put up against what they perceive to be 'false' gods." The woman trails off as Kimberly approaches. There's a slight tilt of her head. She is, perhaps, assuming it's her. While not famous worldwide, she *does* have a certain measure of fame. Whether it is her or the woman beside her, Zee gives a small nod, but certainly an encouraging smile. "No need to apologize. We were just discussing the exhibit itself."
Diana Prince	Diana Prince nods sadly. "You have said it well. Knowing what we both do it is folly to be offended at supposed mockery of the god or gods they worship. If it were truly offensive to their deity, they would have no need to protest or act out in the name of a god. The gods themselves are abundantly capable of voicing their displeasure with more elloquence than any over zealous mortal.." she might have more to say on the topic but Kimberly approaches. Listening curiously, Diana smiles. "Hello. You are speaking of Dinah Lance?" A glance is shared with Zatanna, nodding, "Yes, there is no reason to apologize. We are always happy to meet a friend of a friend. I am Diana. This is Zatanna Zatara." As if she did not realize they probably needed no introduction. "How do you know Dinah, Ms....?"
Kimberly	"Yeah, that's her. Blonde, good fun, mean right hook?" Kimberly offers in confirmation to Diana and then folds her arms under her bust selfconciously. It took a lot to make Kimberly nervous but well...she was literally in the presence of royalty and famous performers. "Hart, Kimberly Hart. Dinah's a uh...friend. We met at the juice bar, then we had a friendly sparring match and...hit it off?" Abridged, but it did sound more normal in her head than out loud.
Zatanna Zatara	"Mmm. That seems to be the area where they struggle the most. Connecting the dots that if their god is truly all-powerful, all-seeing, yadda yadda- then they'd either handle the blasphemy *or* they're too powerful to care. Which is part two of how humanity fucks up their deities. Gods do not see the world the way we do. We can't know their true feelings or motivations. Insecurity is a very human thing." Zatanna has half an eye on the stage as they await the man of the hour. The other? On Kimberly. She gives a small smile, tucking hands into the pockets of her coat. "That's pretty standard I find. Meet, talk shop, stick it out because people who get you are few and far between."
Diana Prince	Diana Prince nods in understanding and agreement with Zatanna's perspective and insight. As Kimberly introduces herself and explains how she knows Dinah, Diana smiles warmly. "Then it is a pleasure to meet you Ms. Hart. It speaks well of you that Dinah considers you a friend. She does not often tolerate those whose company she does not truly appreciate." Before more can be said, the time comes for the formal opening of the exhibit, the director of the museum steps up to the lectern and leans in to greet those gathered. "Hello and good evening. Thank you for coming to Discovery. We are known for our interactive and thought provoking exhibits and tonight we are equally pleased to offer another such exhibit. Art is meant to move and to inspire. It is our hope that Mr. Bara's works will do just that. Without further delay I would like to introduce to you Mister Randall Q. Bara, the creator of the 'Eye in Religion' exhibit. Amidst the applause a rail thin, middle aged man of indeterminate nationality steps up to the lectern. He wears round wire rimmed glasses, a boring beige suit with a pale blue tie. Looking out at the gathered crowd, he speaks with a quiet voice that makes those listening have to almost strain to hear his words. "Religion. It means something different to me than it does to any of you. To one nation than it does to another. To one tribe than another. Even those who say they worship the same god frequently do so in vastly different ways.."
Kimberly	"Uh...yeah, she gives me that vibe," Kim offers with a giggle at Diana's comment and a nod to Zatanna before conversations come together with the announcement of the session begining. She'd lapse into silence, moving to stand with the two women for the moment.
Zatanna Zatara	As the artist begins to speak, Zatanna settles back with a shoulder against the pillar once more to listen. It's an un-Zee-like pose unless one remembers all the time she spends around Constantine. Some of his bad habits were bound to rub off on her. As the speech begins, she gives a small nod; apparently quite in agreement with the initial sentiments. Blue eyes do drift away from the visually nondescript man to take in the crowd. Just to get a feel for how *they* feel about his words.
Diana Prince	As the artist continues to speak, the audience has grown quiet, listening to every soft spoken word the man shares. Perhaps because he is speaking so quietly. Perhaps because most are hoping to learn some actual insight into the reasons for works on display. Among those in the attendance is a young boy who can't be more than twelve years old. His short silver-blond hair is tousled, the bangs dyed a vibrant green. His manner of dress is unique for most boys his age: A white silk dress shirt with black tie under a pale gray silk vest with black pinstriping and matching pants. Those pants are tucked immaculately into knee-high black leather boots laced tightly to his ankles and calves. Over the outfit is a black long-tailed suit coat. Black leather gloves and large round dark-lensed Jackie-O styled sunglasses cover his eyes. Curious given it is nighttime and an in-door event. Bara continues, "It is this contrast, this contradiction, that I sought to understand. To explore. There is a quaint saying in the Western World. There is no 'I' in Team. There is, however, an I - two of them - in the word 'Religion'. I believe that one is for the deity one is worshipping. The other is for the self. The believer in that deity. There are, then, two 'Eyes' upon religion. The worshipper and the worshipped." The young boy has moved his way through the gathered audience, as if a he were a ghost. Never touching anyone, yet slipping between the tightest spaces between bodies. Soon the boy stands just in front of the lectern, looking intently up at Randall Q. Bara.
Diana Prince	Diana Prince watches and listens intently to Bara as he speaks. Whether or not she agrees with his words and view point, she can at least understand what he means. So far. As the speech continues, she becomes aware of the movement. Senses it, really. She doesn't have an angle to see the sunglasses on the boy's face, only seeing him from behind and to the side. So far there is nothing to suggest she should find his desire to move closer as more than personal interest in what is being said.
Kimberly	Kimberly had been a superhero since she'd been 16 years old, battling space witches, clay monsters and other wierd things. That didn't however mean that she was flawless in her perception. She was however currently frowning a little as she tried to follow the speech, unaware of the potential danger and instead trying to decide if what she was hearing was truely profound or...just hot air."
Zatanna Zatara	"Maybe he should've stopped after the opening statement," Zatanna murmurs as the artist continues with some not-so-clever wordplay. She noticed the boy, but passed him over as anything worth worrying about. Some fashionista's poor kid trying to entertain himself when he'd rather be doing anything else at all. In fact, after a moment, Zee takes her phone back out; mentally checking out until she can see the exhibit itself. In theory.
Diana Prince	Diana Prince nods silently to Zatanna. An expert in sleight of hand and misdirection can easily spot a fake all but immediately. Bara pauses, looking around the gathered crowd. "I wish that you will view this exhibit with an open heart and willing mind to view what you may know as personal, from a different perspective without offen.. Before the man can finish his wish not to offend others with his arguably offensive art, that young boy is ten feet in the air, flipping up and over the lectern to land behind the artist. The look of surprise on the man's otherwise unremarkable face suggests that he has no understanding of what is happening to him. From the crouching stance of the boy, leaning his rather slight weight away from the man. The man's balance is off. Leaning backwards, his mouth moving in silence as the words are trapped in his throat. Some in the audience murmur in surprise and curiosity - is this just part of the unveiling? Those with keen eyesight may see that there is a thin cord against Bara's throat, held in the boy's hands as he proceeds to choke Bara into a very public death. Diana sees the boy leap into action and she, too, is surprised. That a boy so young would be this skilled, this capable of murder in such a public place? It turns the stomach. "...Zatanna.." her voice is tight. Somehow, despite her evening wear, she suddenly has a glowing golden lasso in her hands and she steps out of her heels as she seeks to close in on the child-assassin.
Kimberly	Well that was...unexpected! Sure the speech was painful but that was a little extreme! With the others leaping to action Kimberly moves, but without a private space she could hardly morph just yet and there wasn't much reason to. Instead she steps forwards, arms raised to move people back and clear a path. "Get out of the way! Get back!"
Zatanna Zatara	The ripple of shock that runs through the crowd brings up Zatanna's attention as quickly as Diana saying her name. The woman shoves her phone out of the way even as she's pointing at boy and man to direct her magic. "Kaerb eriw," the sorceress calls out, focusing her intent on snapping the garrotte. And in the next breath, she's in her costume: top hat, fishnets, and all. With Kimberly rushing forward to direct the crowd, Zee doesn't call out anything else: no need to create mixed signals for the panicked masses.
Diana Prince	The cord snaps - because reality obeys the rules and laws of magic when Zatanna speaks. The boy falls away from Bara. Bara himself slumps forward against the lectern, unable to catch his breath. Even though the cord snapped, it has already done damage to the man's wind pipe. The boy hisses, his voice sounding as if it should be more at home in a church choir than that of a young killer. "You've saved him from a merciful death.." his dark lense covered eyes turn toward the three women seeking to intervene. "The Client will /not/ be pleased. But they will be satisfied." Turning around, a blade is suddenly in the boy's gloved hand. Reaching up, he slashes across Bara's ribs and lower back in one clean motion that slices through clothing and flesh alike. Unable to cry out, Bara gurgles in pain, eyes bulging as he begins to slowly collapse behind the lectern. At the same time, the boy executes two perfect flips and drops down off the raised platform, turning his head back toward Kimberly and Diana who are closest to him. Diana's hands are raised even as she runs, her lasso spinning above everyone's head. Just as she throws the lasso, the boy flips away, narrowly avoiding the golden cord. "Not today Princessss" the white haired boy hisses. He disappears almost as effortlessly as he appeared. Seemingly right before everyone's eyes. A trick exit that any elite magician would recognize instantly. Smoke and mirrors in the form of a trapdoor in the floor.