Pleased to meet youWhat are you doing, Jake?
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will you show me?
I've been waiting a long time, now
Now here's the answer
You're all mine now
I don't look mean enough when I sing, Princess.
'Mean enough'?
Fierce enough. I'm trying to be fierce. You see, Pigalet, that's what makes the ladies scream at the shows.
I see.
Doesn't it? What do you think?
Maybe you should ask a lady. I throw off the sheet and stand up on the bed. I am completely naked.
Yeah, you're right. He winks at me. Seriously, what do I look like when I sing?
Like a country music star from the seventies.
Well, shit. That's not what I was going for at all.
***
Caleb is tying his tie in the mirror when I arrive. He's got a meeting today with Batman. I'm pretty sure both of them will arrive fully armed and dangerous. I bet Caleb has a knife in his boot. I bet Batman is already cracking his knuckles absently as he writes notes in his chicken scratch on a legal pad. He is usually ridiculously early for meetings and then disapproves of everyone else arriving on time.
See, Caleb is still a key figure in Batman's...um...empire, and they have to work together. Hell, everyone would work together if it wasn't for that one pesky little blonde thing fucking everything up all the time.
You look nice.
He rolls his eyes. You don't.
Gee, thanks.
I prefer you without clothes, but in this tie.
I stare at the tie and it dawns on me that it's the same one he used to tie me d-oh, you know what? NEVERMIND.
I'm not going to the meeting. I need a day to window shop and just get away from everything and everybody, so, you know, I wind up in a car with Caleb for a couple hours because that's not escape at all, no.
Where are you headed anyway?
Marshalls? Holt. Robson. Everywhere.
Need money?
I'm not going to buy anything, Caleb. He fishes out a credit card anyway and I shove it in my purse. I won't be using it. He's ready so we head outside just as the car arrives. I frown at him. I thought he was driving.
I don't feel like worrying about parking today. (AKA he wants muscle there, you know, in case Batman IS armed.) Where would you like to have lunch after my meeting?
McDonalds.
Seriously, doll...
I am!
He just stares at me.
Sushi? I smile with all my teeth.
Better. He concedes.
Maybe someday they will have McSushi!
I sincerely hope not.
He holds the door open and I climb in. The song is still playing, oddly enough.
I've been waiting for my sunday girl
I've been waiting for my sunday girl, now
I've been waiting for my sunday girl
I've been waiting for my sunday girl, now
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What's the message?
Will you show me the way down town?