#danny; cypresshell

[nighthuntcr]

what the fuck are you doing here?

Prompted asks!

"What the hell does it look like?" She shoved her arms towards the trap she was setting up. "Setting up an ambush, since I'm not made of hellfire and magic like some people I could name,"

Was that an accurate description of what Danny was made of? Probably not, but it got the point across she felt. Unlike him, or many other heroes, she was no more durable than a skilled athlete, but still throwing herself at creatures that could tear Captain America apart for fun.

What else would she do with herself though?

"I'm guessing you're going after someone, yeah?" From her times encountering him, she didn't think he had much else in his life. It made him unfortunately relatable, which made her hesitant to learn about him and break that illusion.

[aratazshow]

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

Meme / Accepting!

It wasn't her typical bar the two had found themselves at, following Danny's suggestion, but Zatanna couldn't complain about the drinks, nor their prices. Besides, it wasn't a bad way to wind down from one hell of a long week.

Danny had excused himself a minute ago to grab a refill. It had given Zee a good chance to pull out the blotting papers and do a quick fix up. The evening had slowly been getting more... friendly.

As she felt fingers trace her shoulder, for a moment she was startled, nearly dropping what was in her hand; Her eyes glanced up, and saw Danny though, and her shoulders relaxed. She tucked her things back into her purse, then looked up at him again, a playful grin on her face.

"You know, a lady could get the wrong idea about where tonight is going," She teased.

[aratazshow]

i never said i was a good person.

Meme / Accepting!

"No, you didn't," The look in her eyes as she stood across from Danny was not anger, but severe disappointment. She knew his deal was enacting vengeance, nothing more, nothing less; at least, that was what the Ghost Rider was about. Danny though...

"I'd hoped though that you might prove you were anyways," Her arms crossed together, her glaze turned down towards the floor. "So I guess we're both frustrated, disappointed even if I dare say,"

The latter may have been projection, deep down, she felt like she should know better than to expect much from a guy like Danny; she just never could seem to put her hope down; however many times it failed her.