<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/>"Miss Zatanna, if it helps- I caught your Vegas special. Liked it." a young woman in a parka says as she approaches the stage. Her eyes tell of someone who doesn't get much sleep, and hasn't for a long time. She motions with the gun for the Magician to join the larger group away from the windows.<br/><br/><strong>"It'd help if you weren't wielding a gun in my general direction.  Why are you doing this?  You don't seem like the hard criminal type?"</strong>The magician responded with icy breath as she moved to the larger group while she pulled the jacket of her tuxedo tighter about her form.<br/><br/>While she didn't mind speaking with her captives her attention was predominately upon Freeze and Boyle.  She couldn't tell what was in the cylinder from where she was though she had seen a glimpse of what had appeared to be a frozen hand and overheard Boyle's shocked announcement.  The announcement that Wayne was missing only irritated her.  She'd seen him when the performance had begun but she'd missed when he'd slipped out.  She didn't like people stepping out of her shows.  She could understand it, but she didn't like it.  It wounded her professional ego.<br/><br/>Addressing the woman in the parka and was holding a gun on her once more,<strong>"if all you guys want is Boyle you do realize that there were less public ways of getting to him, right?"</strong>