Owner	Pose
Kate Kane	All of those responding to Miss Kane's request are directed to the front office of the Kane Building. There, the Colonel's capable assistants sort the wheat from the chaff, only to be further filtered for relevance and competance. Among other things. One receives a call-back, a certain Zachary Zatara. The appointment is in the Kane Building at 5pm. Sharp. He no sooner signs in than the receptionist slides him a magnetic key-card and points towards an elevator. "The key will take you to the proper floor, Mr. Zatara." Of course he's probably expecting to step out onto an office floor, not into a penthouse apartment.
Zachary Zatara	It's easy to be punctual when hair and attire can be chosen and immaculately fitted with a backward phrase. Almost precisely on the hour, he appears before the Kane building with a snap and a whirling flash, then promptly follows the receptionist's finger towards the elevator. "Grazie," He says, with a grateful smile. 'Mr. Zatara' He is not under any delusion that his first name got him a call-back, and there's no comment about his uncle being the true 'Mr. Zatara'. Whatever gets him through the front door. In the elevator, he takes a moment to perfect his chosen outfit. A crisp white shirt with salmon suspenders and matching, tapered slacks. It's a stylish but distinctly youthful look, and topped off with suede loafers and white gloves. Over his shoulder is a messenger bag, no doubt filled with all sorts of arcane tools.
Kate Kane	The elevator opens directly into a living room, where the red-haired socialite rises. Kate is wearing loose white pants and a matching tank, both in silk. Over both is a long, billowing top that drapes to her knees in some oriental pattern of peacocks and marsh reeds. Long, brisk strides carry her to the elevator, heeled pumps showing that her outfit isn't really pajamas. Red lipstick is stark in contrast to her pale skin, and she extends a hand in greeting. "Thank you for coming. Please call me Kate. Would you mind if I called you Zach? I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but I may be able to cut to the chase a bit."
Zachary Zatara	"Of course, Mis-Kate," Zachary rolls the name over his tongue. Informal, but he follows her lead and shakes the extended hand. "Feel free and a few, yes. Thank you for returning my call...you're liable to encounter con artists, and shams, with an announcement like that." Then, he smiles, retracing his hand and settling it on the strap of his bag. "A monumental waste of time. You chose well. I can offer care, speed...and discretion." She gets a flash of a rogue smile, before Zach quirks a brow. "Anything you'd like me to know before we start will help."
Kate Kane	Kate Kane leads the way into the living room, stepping around an expensive vase on a stand. "Oh believe me, I know what I want." she replies, looking casually over her shoulder to the young man. "And I'm definitely counting on your discretion." Kate pauses for a moment, turning to face him as she picks up the TV remote. "Your discretion, as well as your affiliation with the Titans. But as for background information, let me start more simply..." Touching at least a dozen buttons in rapid sequence, she watches his face as the entire TV wall pivots aside. Right there, front and center, is a suit upon a mannequin. A glossy black bodysuit with a red 'Bat' emblem across the chest. Red cape. Cowl, with long red wig. Kate waits a moment for the implications to sink in.
Zachary Zatara	Zachary follows, and listens, using that moment of silence to appreciate the luxury apartment. When Kate continues, his eyes flick back to her. Titans, what do they have to do with nightmares and occult phenomena...Oh. Green gaze glued to the mannequin, it takes a few moments for the realization to dawn on him. Wow. Okay. Second bat coming out to him in as many weeks. Oddly enough, his reaction is...pleased. This must mean he's leveling up in the hero-wise! "Batwoman. Huge fan of your work," He smirks, coming down from his initial shock and inspecting the bodysuit closely. "And the suit. The wig's a fabulous touch. Far more fashionable than the hulking mess your masculine half wears. Or, used to. Pardon." Cough. "I take it this has NOTHING to do with your late mother."
Kate Kane	Kate Kane stands there for a moment, hands on her hips, as she watches Zach process everything. "Thank you very much, of course. And it's alright about Batman. That's part of the real reason I've asked you here." She steps closer to the costume, which looks more like a bodysuit than body armor. "Non-neutonian fluid coating. Needs to be re-applied regularly, but it'll stop a high-velocity slug better than kevlar." Pausing for a moment, she gestures back towards the sofa. "You're familiar with the Coventry Murders? Let's just say things took a turn towards the... unusual. The short version is that apparently demons are taking over dead hosts, giving them increased strength and durability. These zombies were all carrying phones that pinged a burner phone in Coventry whose contact name is 'Mom'. But that's not the REALLY weird part." Kate touches a button on the remote and the 'lair' closes again. "Some bar owner who goes by none other than Lucifer claims that he can banish these demons. Oh, and we also have zombie gangers hitting up an AA meeting, likely to recruit more members."
Zachary Zatara	"I know what I've seen on the news," Zachary steps closer to the costume, as well. "The murdered sorority sisters. Crazy college stories...makes me nervous about attending myself." Dropping his bag along the arm of the sofa, the young magician takes a seat and tilts his head, never interrupting Kate's explanations. In a family of mages, one learns when to listen and when to speak. "Could be this 'Mom' is contacting them, luring them, and seizing control of their bodies," He offers briefly. "You sure it's a demon? I know nasty necromancers that could achieve similar effects." "Lucifer," Zach recognizes the name as one of Zatanna's associates, but that's about it. "...An eccentric name, but is he the real deal?"
Kate Kane	"That's the real problem, of course, and why I put out the recruiting drive." Kate replies. "I *know* when I'm in over my head, and in military terms you're my 'air support'. We're not sure who or what this 'Mom' really is, but she seems pretty important if all the zombies have her on speed dial. It's the 'why' and the 'how' that concerns us." "Also, if she's truly the one behind all this I can't be sure that a 50,000 volt tazer or a .44 magnum hollowpoint will even slow her down." Kate moves to sit at the other end of the sofa, crossing one leg over the other. "I've not met Lucifer, but a few others have. They say he 'feels' genuine, but I'd like an expert opinion. Yours, to be more specific. You will have all the physical protection you'll need."
Zachary Zatara	"A bullet's not likely to do the trick, no," Zachary brings a finger to touch his chin, in thought, then something Kate said catches his attention. "I thought you bat-folks didn't use guns, anyway. Neither of the Robins kept them." Damian, Zachary's convinced, can be lethal all of his own. "If she's the root of the murders - the puppet master, so to speak - then defeating her should put her little dolls to rest," His shoulders rise in a shrug, and he adds, "I wouldn't worry about the 'why' if I were you. Demons will be demons, regardless of rationality. It could be that she's using the chaos to her advantage, or has a claim to stake." "I'm not scared," He assures her. "And I've gotten pretty good at working out the frauds from the real talent. He says an exorcism is the only way to stop her?"
Kate Kane	Kate Kane tilts her head and offers a wry smile. "Most Bat-folk don't." she clarifies. "I was a soldier long before I ever put on the cape, and there are others..." Details to follow later, apparently. "I've not met Lucifer, but the word he used was 'banish', not exorcise. If that makes a difference, that is. Most of this comes to me from Red Hood. He's been working this problem with us, on more of a perimeter basis. And he's also not shy about playing rough." Kate raises one knee, lacing fingers together over it. "Speaking of which, this Lucifer has a girlfriend who can bench-press a mafia goon in each hand. I'll take care of her if this thing goes sideways. Oh, and one more thing, Zach..." Here Kate turns to look at him directly, her expression deadpan. "Under no circumstances will I be putting on a cheerleader outfit to act as zombie bait in this B-rated horror flick."
Zachary Zatara	"It may," Zachary suggests, though he won't bore her with the nuances such a term can carry. "I can do some reading up in preparation. This situation is...bizarre, even by my standards. Your people have my number?" The girlfriend is noted, with a snort, and the cheerleader outfit with another smirk. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that, but I can conjure one in a moment's notice if the situation calls for it." He's teasing, of course. If he was casting an outfit on anybody, it'd be sure to include fishnets and a top hat
Kate Kane	Kate Kane nods to the question of having his number. "You're in the central database, of course. And before this all goes down we'll make sure you have an earpiece." She chuckles at the idea of conjuring a cheerleader costume, then. "I assure you that 'preppy' and 'cheerful' really isn't in my wardrobe. I'm really more a tuxedo kind of gal, to be honest. Although I won't even pretend that I'd rock a pair of fishnets the way your cousin does." The red-lipped grin returns, and was that a sotto-voice 'mreowl'? "Really do appreciate your help in this, Zach. And I'll owe you one."