Character: Nightwing<br/>Location: Zatanna's Room<br/>Tag: Zatanna<br/>Time: Saturday night<br/><hr/>Nightwing then started to get a look in his eyes, one that spoke to the state of his mind. Very, very busy. Another vigilante that Cyborg failed to mention arriving, Supergirl was coming in now too, and his emotions were all over the place. one could tell his head was almost throbbing from all the thinking. and it wasn't the fun head. He looks up, long and deep into her eyes, a look of longing, sorrow, and pain was in them. He rose, and left her room through the door, leaving it open, implying that he would likely be back. He reenters the room a long moment later, back in his suit, pulling his gloves taut on his left hand before finally moving over to her, and pulling her into a very long, deep kiss. The very nature of the kiss could speak much more than he could put into words at the moment, the ungloved hand caressing over her silky smoothe leg , running lightly over her backside and onto the small of her back. Afte he broke the kiss he slid the other glove onto his right hand and took another long look at her, wanting to speak but his words running dry. He looked down and away putting his mask back on. Despite how late it was, he was fixing to go out, again. He took one last look into her eyes through the mask, as his gloved hand lightly ran over her face. He then promptly lept out the window, the firing of a grapple gun could be heard, and he was off once again in the moonlight.