<strong>Character: </strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her room #12<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday night<br/><br/>Zatanna's mind was a thousand miles away, or yet a couple of years, when she was apart of the young justice. She remembered the last time she was on a team like this and how more efficient she was. The League was fun for awhile, till the jobs became more of a training exercise  then her actually saving people or stopping the bad guys. They treated her as a child then a team member and that bother her. She left without a second glance. If they couldnt respect her then she wouldnt them. She missed her old team mates, Kal, Artemis, and of course Nightwing. She would have rejoined them, but found the team disbanded and that broke her heart. She went to Vegas, did a few street performances and was pulled in by a scout to do a few acts for his show. From there her career sky rocketed. At fist it was so overwhelming she needed a agent to keep up with all the appearances. But found the guy too bossy and pushed into gigs that were a bit out of her comfort zone. She fired him a month later when The V theater offered her a home. The crew was great and so welcoming. Some of the girls asked what it was like to work with Robin and Aqualad's, and other sexy super heroes. She told them as mush as she knew, keeping the details of Dick and her dating under wraps. She wondered why he disappeared so long ago. Her postcards never got a reply, though she sent them to Mr. Wayne's residence, thinking Batman would know where to send them to reach Dick. After a year of no answer, she sent her last letter and wished him luck in whatever adventure he was on and hoped he was happy. It hurt when she herd the showgirls talk about the boy wonder when an article and photo showed up in the papers. She tried to let it roll of her like water, but a pang of hurt still lingered deep inside.<br/><br/>Zatana thoughts were interrupted as something was tapping her leg, outside the window. She had thought it her imagination but when she saw Dick her head snapped up. She pulled her upper body further out, holding the window frame to keep herself from falling, to see him clinging to the side of the stone siding like some spider monkey. Her eyes grew large and her heart raced as she stumbled back inside. "Oh my God! Dick get inside, before you fall..." Her voice was a bit high pitched as her hands cover her racing heart as she waited for him to enter her room. Dear god, he was going to give her a heart attack with these kind of stunts. "What the hell were you doing? You do know this is like the fifth floor? You could have fell and broke your freakin neck, and dont telling me your keeping a grappling gun in your boxers now a days because I know for a fact their is no room in them for it." She smashed her lips together, knowing she kinda put her foot in her mouth. But she had no control over her mouth when she was nervous, and now that her ex was in the room she was definitely nervous. "What were you doing out there this time of night?" She hugged her arms unsure what to do with him in her room. She looked around, she was still unpacking a bit but it was a neat mess. She should be done by the end of tomorrow, if no more interruptions occurred between now and then.