<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zatan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Hall of Justice to Gotham<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 19, 2017, 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman & Wonder Woman<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It seemed as though the world flipped on its axis. The depressing thought pushed its way along the periphery of Zatan’s mind, constantly reminding him of the recent events which left one Justice Leaguer in the medical bay. The magician expertly fingered a deck of cards without much consciousness. The Queen of Hearts made her way to the top of the deck and showed a devious smile.<br/><br/>As he again maneuvered the cards in his hand the Queen of Hearts disappeared. Without warning, the master of card manipulation, dropped the deck. 49 cards rained to the floor of the Hall and landed face down. Three cards stared back at him – all clubs. Clubs signified irresponsibility, dharma, intellect. The numbers were eight, nine and ten. Eight sought power. Nine expressed loss and disagreement. Ten radiated ego and pride. Ominous looks through the divination of the Arcana Arcanorum.<br/><br/>The piercing sound of the klaxon pulled his mind from the cards. “Shit!” Perhaps a coincidence and perhaps an attempt at humor by fate, he shook his divination of the signs.<br/><br/>“Tcelloc sdarc.” Zatan held his hand out as the cards obeyed his mnemonic incantation. One by one they darted from the floor, assembling in a neat stack on the palm of his upturned right hand. Tucking them into his inside jacket pocket, the young sorcerer dashed to the nearest teleportation device.<br/><br/>Moments later Zatan found himself in the gray, populated city of Gotham. There was an eerie calm surrounding him after the initial teleportation. The calm was immediately interrupted by chaos that sounded like it was in the distance, a chaos that seemed to be getting louder and nearer as he acclimated himself from the teleport.<br/><br/>Before he had time to act he felt a tug at his shoulder as his body was pulled from the street, mere moments before a truck carved paths in the road from lack of tires sending bits of asphalt flying.<br/><br/>Turning to his right he met eyes briefly with Batman and then Wonder Woman. Zatan noted that J’onn wasn’t taking any chances and sending out some big guns. Who better to take on the chaos of Gotham than its homegrown hero? Coupled with the princess of power, Zatan felt some confidence in their abilities. It wasn’t cocky, but the reality of the situation.<br/><br/>“I’ll admit it’s been some time since my last stop in Gotham.” Zatan quipped. “I don’t remember it being this run down.” He regained his stance from Batman’s rescue. “Um…thanks.” He added with a nod to the caped crusader.<br/><br/>J’onn provided additional information to the group about the alleged perpetrators of the chaos. In addition, Nightwing and Robin were injured, but safe.<br/><br/>The corner of Zatan’s lip curled into a half smile. Always obey the prophecy – eight, nine, ten. Pure brute strength with some mental manipulation was headed their way. Batman and Wonder Woman were both more than a match for hand to hand combat. While trained by a number of expert fighters, Zatan didn’t have the speed of Batman or the strength of Wonder Woman. He would have to use his other gifts.<br/>