<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.us/a/img17/2756/zatannamistressofmagicb.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Zatanna "Zee" Zatara<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Metropolis West<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: The Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Captain Marvel<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The cab door opened as a young woman plopped into the backseat and quickly yanked the door closed. Moments after, several howling and cheering fans washed up to the door like an ocean wave to crowd the window. The young woman slapped her hand upon the door lock before a fan could attempt to yank open the door, and childishly, she crossed her blue eyes and poked out her tongue.<br/><br/><em>Zatanna! Zatanna!</em><br/><br/><em>I love you!</em><br/><br/><em>Zatanna!</em><br/><br/>It was like this after every show. Once upon a time, her shows were small and private, but word soon had gotten out about a busty magician who ran spell bounding performances at night. Setting her wand and top hat into the seat next to her, she raised one shapely leg and crossed it over the other. Then, with a pleased smile upon her candy-apple lips she began to daintily remove her gloves, one finger at a time.<br/><br/>The taxi driver was a big man with a plain, blue T-shirt blotched with mustard from the hot dog he had for lunch and stretched over the beer belly that sat in his lap. Big hairy hands rose to grasp his rearview mirror as he adjusted it first so that he could take in the beauty's face. He noticed that her eyes were focused on her gloves and he further tilted the head of the mirror until he could gaze upon the mounds wrapped like a present in a snug vest and an undershirt that was buttoned up to her throat. Add the white bowtie at her throat and the present was ready to be opened.<br/><br/><em>Damn...</em> the driver thought as he tilted the mirror even more, his eyes running along her fishnets. <em>Snap!</em><br/><br/>The mirror broke and toppled to the floor. <br/><br/>"Shit!" the driver cursed. That wasn't going to be cheap.<br/><br/>Zee glanced up, her thin brows raising curiously. "Is something wrong?"<br/><br/>"Uh, nothing. My mirror just broke that's all. Where you headed, Miss?"<br/><br/>Grasping the shoulders of the chairs, Zatanna glanced down at the mirror, lying on its face on the floor of the passenger's side. "Just one moment."<br/><br/>She bent over, balancing upon the ball of her left foot as she reached down to retrieve the mirror. The driver's eyes widened as he roved over the tight bottom that rose into his face. Once Zee had the mirror, she rocked back and held it out to the base it had snapped from.<br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Aharoni;"><em>ErOtSeR</em></span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The mirror jumped from her hand to snap back into place as though it had never been removed. Smiling triumphantly, she said, "There, good as new. You can take me to 7th street, Sir."<br/><br/>She settled back into her chair as the astounded cab driver inspected his repaired mirror. She was right. It looked as though it had never broken.<br/><br/>"Yes, Ma'am."<br/><br/>Finally, they had pulled away from the curb being extra careful not to run over the fanatics. 7th street had been the only street close to her apartment. She usually would get dropped off on the corner there and trek the rest of the way on foot. Why not use a spell? Why not fly? It was easier, but then she would never get to see what new events were going down in Metropolis. She had been craving a movie lately, but she wasn't too fond of going to the theater alone. She may have been the famed Mistress of Magic, but she didn't have many friends. None that were in Metropolis at least. Running shows in Gotham had gotten too dangerous and, so to lift some stress, she had moved.<br/><br/>The taxi suddenly screeched to a halt when a giant, pale creature landed in front of it.<br/><br/>"Jesus Christ! What the hell is that thing?" the driver exclaimed.<br/><br/>Zatanna's thin brows came together as she answered sternly, "A big problem."<br/><br/>Popping open the taxi door, she grasped her top hat and wand and stepped out onto the street. Setting her trademark, silk headgear upon her raven crown she assessed the situation that laid before her, Solomon Grundy having just been knocked on his ass by a strange, green magic. Her grip apprehensively tightened on her wand as she muttered under her breath to herself: "Looks like the show started without me."</span>