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Zach fidgeted in his seat, as he stared up at the satellite image. The vibe whiplash from sunny Aruba to undercover gala mission involving literal criminals was real, but he didn’t say anything at first. He was too busy processing everything. Especially the fact that he’d be masquerading as a spoiled rich kid. Which, let’s be honest, he could probably pull off in his sleep.

After Batman opened the floor, Zach finally raised a hand with an exaggerated motion, not quite sarcastic but not entirely serious either. [color=darkviolet]”Question, is this a ‘do not draw attention’ mission or a ‘draw attention but in character’ mission? Because if I’m playing a rich kid with too much money and no boundaries… I can absolutely make that work. But there’s a very thin line between ‘authentic’ and ‘headlines.’”[/color]

He let the question hang for a second, then added more seriously:

[color=darkviolet]”And are we expected to stay in character at all times, or will there be safe zones for debriefing during the gala? Something tells me ‘bathroom break’ might turn into ‘plot twist’ in this place.”[/color]

Zach leaned back slightly in his chair. [color=darkviolet]”Also, not that I’m complaining, but you’re handing me a role that’s basically ‘Zachary Zatara gone wild.’ Just saying… don’t be surprised if I end up on some rich villain’s Instagram feed by the end of the night.”[/color]

He was ready. Nervous, but ready. And slightly thrilled. A secret island villain gala? That was so his kind of theater.