<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/imagesqtbnANd9GcQE2_EaQl5iK3lATbq77VJWHNTKFmJqMJNPIfjSgPQTjMIRuU_hVQ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zatanna (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144629.msg6629073#msg6629073)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gothcorp, center stage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bruce, and whoever else<br/><hr/><br/>A half dozen pure white doves flew over the audience's heads in a perfect horseshoe before they flew straight into Zatanna's top hat, one after another, and seemingly disappeared.  The showgirl bowed to the applause before moving on to her next trick.<br/><br/><strong>"Ladies and Gentlemen, we've come to that point in the show where I inevitably call upon a volunteer from the audience.  Are there any brave souls out there tonight?  I promise, you won't be harmed.  Not even a scratch.  Surely Gotham's finest won't mind helping a girl out?"</strong><br/><br/>Zatanna scanned the audience.  There was always a few volunteers.  Usually people who were volunteered by their peers.  Of course, someone willing to play along always made the show better.  She'd only ever once had no one volunteer.  Thankfully she had a friend in the audience she'd been able to call upon.  Considering the caliber of people in attendance, Zatanna didn't really know anyone in the audience.  Something about millionaires and showgirls not mixing.  At least, not in public.<br/><br/>Shielding her eyes from the spotlight, the entertainer made a grand display of scouring the audience for the perfect volunteer.  Otherwise, she could always call on GothCorp's CEO.  He had as much invested in making this a night to remember as she did, after all.<br/><br/><strong>"Trust me, folks.  I won't be sawing anyone in half... at least not permanently."</strong><br/>