Oh, oh, oh, it's Magic
If Alfred thought his behavior while he got ready for his sudden date was strange, he didn’t make a fuss of it. As promised, Bruce was knocking on Dinah’s apartment door at eight o’clock sharp.
Did she look alright? Dinah looked herself up and down in the mirror in the hallway. Since it was Bruce, she figured she could expect someplace nice and so had dressed for the occasion. She wore a floor-length black dress, with one slanted stripe of sheer yellow fabric that went down, across the entire dress and culminated in a small sleeve, if it even qualified as a sleeve. Her hair, for once, was up, though one piece refused to stay with the rest and so remained resting on the right side of her face.
Knocking. A glance at the clock revealed that Bruce was exactly on time, not surprising behavior from the executive. Dinah turned, taking the few steps to the door and opening it.
"Hey, Bruce."
