Vicki Vale couldn't suppress a sigh as she prepared for yet another interview with a self-absorbed celebrity. She was led to a private room where the meeting would take place, passing through a security checkpoint where her ID was scrutinized and she was thoroughly frisked. Once cleared, the guard opened the door, and Vicki stepped inside, her professional demeanor impeccably maintained in her gray skirt, matching blazer, and pink blouse. Her hair fell freely around her shoulders, a touch of elegance that belied her internal exasperation.

Inside the room, you were finishing up with a hairstylist. Vicki mentally rolled her eyes at the sight, but kept her expression neutral. You glanced up and smiled. "Miss Vale, you made it! Just a moment, please. My stylist is almost done. Please, have a seat."

Vicki returned the smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Of course, thank you." She sat down and pulled her phone from her purse, opening the voice recorder app. As the stylist completed the final touches and left, you turned your full attention to Vicki, flashing a polished smile.

"I'm thankful for your time. With your busy schedule, it must be hard to find a moment for the people of Gotham," she said, her tone polite but with an edge of impatience.

You chuckled, "Yes... very."

Vicki's internal eye roll intensified, but she maintained her composure. You were exactly as she had imagined. "Shall we start?"

You nodded, and Vicki pressed the record button on her phone. "This is Vicki Vale from the Gotham Gazette, bringing you an exclusive interview with a surprise guest. Could you please introduce yourself?" She held the phone towards you, waiting for your response.