Character: Zatanna<br/>Location: Zatanna's Room<br/>Tag: Nightwing<br/>Time: Saturday night<br/><br/>Zatanna smiled and shook her head, “I guess so, you’ve all grown up, I guess you don’t have a curfew anymore.” She teased. She watched a smirk play over his lips and a slight blush fell over her cheeks. It had been awhile since she had last talked to Nightwing like this, so open and flirty, he was usually down to business no nonsense, but every now and then she got a glimpse of the man she fell for.<br/><br/>She could sense the change in the air as she pulled her letters into the conversation and started regret it. She pulled a strand of hair from her shoulder and started to run it through her fingers, a self-conscience tick for her when she was uncomfortable or nervous. She really loved Dick, she wished she could have found him and say all the things she could have in her letters to him. But when none of them were responded to or even sent back, she got the idea that he had moved on. So she tried as well, she dated a few celebrity guys in her business. Though none of them ever could met up to her standards. Most of them thought her arm candy and some even treated her as an object. She walked out on a date when the gentleman had the nerve to snap his fingers at her like a dog. She stopped then and focused more on her shows, doubling her work load to keep herself busy and her head from thinking about how much her heart was breaking.  She waited silently, knowing he was thinking of the right words to explain himself. She respected Nightwing, and knew he respected her and would never want to hurt her, there had to be an explanation to why all her letters went astray.<br/><br/>Zatanna listened as he told her he was bastard for vanishing like he did. She nodded in agreement, it worried her that she couldn’t find him, it hurt her more that he didn’t want to be found. She folding her hands in her lap and squeezed her fingers tightly as she realized what Bruce, the man that took her in when her father was gone, did to her letters to him. She swallowed around a lump in her throat, she was mad, those letters were personal and bared her heart and soul into them. She would be visiting the Wayne manor soon and having a one on one with the Bat. Hell has no fury when a woman is scorned, and keeping her letters from Dick and her in dark was a match lit in gunpowder. She relaxed and took a few even breaths, he had gotten her last letter and yet he hadnt sent one back to her. Her anger vanished and a new more depressing feeling washed over her, he didn’t love her like she loved him. The pressing feeling of being alone gripped at her as well as being foolish to think he would reciprocate her feelings. She took a motion to school her emotions, she was used to it since she was in show business and wore a fake smile when she wasn’t at her best, though you could barely tell.<br/><br/>His sorry caused a crack in her mask and her heart. It almost sounded like he was sorry for not loving her back but she knew he meant for the letters. “Its alright, I was just worried about you was all…” She gave a little broken laugh, “And Bruce will be getting a very early wake-up call and an earful in the morning.” She shook her head, “I don’t know how you did it, his such a control freak. I didn’t think he would keep my letters from you, I mean you left him and all, I guess I was wrong about him.” Disappointment laced her words. She looked up to Bruce Wayne when her father went missing, her few combat skills came from training with him and she respected him for teachign her what he did. Her heart sank lower that he would treat her and Dick like this. She looked down at his hand and the urge to hold it over came her. Her eyes grew foggy and she stood walking back over to the still open window to clear her head and control her raging emotions. Maybe joining the Titans was a bad idea, she should just pack up and go, she didn’t know if she could deal with these feelings with Dick and her struggle to trust Raven as well. She rubbed the back of her neck and let out a loud sigh, “So, where do we stand…” She turned to him, anchoring her weight on one leg as her hip pressed against the window frame. Her blue eyes were frosty as if she was icing her heart over for the answer, she was ready for whatever answer he had for her. He knew how she felt now she wanted to hear him say that they were over, that there wasn’t anything between them now. It would be the only way to let him go and move forward. Though a small part of her wished so much that he would change his mind, see how much she cared for him and rekindle what they shared five years ago.<br/><br/><br/>