Zatanna (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144629.msg6629073#msg6629073)<br/><br/>The business elite had managed to find their seats and the low buzz of a full audience brought a satisfied smile to the dark haired beauty’s lips.  She had declined when Mr. Boyle had first asked her to put on a show for GothCorp and their favorite patrons.  The more she had learned, the more difficult it had been to continue to say no.  In the end, the entertainer had assured Mr. Boyle that it’d be an honor to put on a show on such a special evening.  Humanitarian Industrialist of the year, sounded very much like an oxymoron to her.  It probably would be if Bruce Wayne wasn’t considered an industrialist.<br/><br/>The half chance that she’d meet Mr. Wayne was only a distant enticement.  The spirit world was restless and her divination had suggested that something noteworthy was about to happen.  She simply couldn’t figure out if it was meant to happen in Gotham or Metropolis.  She was in Gotham, and still hadn’t perfected teleporting, so whether wishful thinking or borderline laziness the homo magi decided to stay put.<br/><br/>The performance would give her reason to be amongst the affluent individuals of Gotham City.  Stage magic would allow her to easily conceal any “hocus pocus” she’d have to do.  Maybe she’d actually be able to meet the famed Bat too.  Bruce Wayne and Batman in a single night might be too much for an ordinary girl.  Thankfully, Zatanna Zatara wasn’t ordinary.<br/><br/>She disliked this costume.  The fine, evening dress barely covered more than her normal stage attire, even if it was socially acceptable.  The two inch high heels were likely the most comfortable thing about her current dress.  That’d all be changed in just a few minutes.<br/><br/>Sleek, well defined legs preceded her from behind the curtain.  The silver dress accentuated the magician’s natural curves, and her raven black hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders.  A look she thought made her look too innocent to believe.  Bare shoulders made the eye pause only briefly before it was drawn irresistibly to the plunging bodice.<br/><br/>With years of practice, and natural talent, the brunette timidly tapped on the microphone to draw the attention of the audience to the stage.<br/><br/><strong>”Um, excuse me,”</strong>she said.  Her voice continued the charade of stage fright.<strong>”If I can have your attention.  Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment, please allow me to introduce, the world famous, Zatanna.”</strong><br/><br/>Lights and smoke exploded from the stage and moments later a tall, statuesque figure stepped out of the smoke.  It was undoubtedly the same woman who had initially gained their attention, but irreversibly transformed.  Tuxedo top and fishnets replaced the silver evening gown.  Ringlet coiled hair was now in a professional bun, while top hat was extended toward the ceiling in an outstretched hand, as Zatanna made her entrance.<br/>