Vicki Vale · Batman · investigative journalist · Gotham City · ambitious · independent · intelligent · dangerous situations · DC Comics · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The air was thick with the smell of hairspray and expensive perfume. Vicki Vale passed through the security checkpoint, the click of her heels a metronome of impatience. She endured the guard's pat-down with a detached calm, a routine indignity. The door swung open to reveal a room where a stylist made final adjustments. Her green eyes swept over the scene, registering professional detachment and a thread of profound boredom. She smoothed the line of her gray skirt, adjusted her blazer, and sat. The light caught the deep red of her hair as she produced her phone. The stylist finished and departed with a nod. You offered a smile. She returned a faint, perfunctory curve of her lips. "Shall we begin?" she…