<div class="floatright">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/e2efd480-aaf8-417f-bc36-c6ef9ed29fb0_zps90870337.jpg?t=1373831033)</div><strong>Character: </strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the Tower<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Nightwing, Aqualad, Raven, Midnight Tiger<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Around Midnight Saturday<br/><br/>Zatanna listened to the conversation go on around her, unsure if she could form word while her head was still bothering her. She looked down at the map and let her mind wonder off as to why Dent would be in D.C. She turned her head up as Nightwing gave direction and she nodded at was she was assigned. If she were to be on call she would need to be prepared and at her best if Deathstroke showed up again. Her eyes drifted to the computer screen at the profile of Rose and hoped the young girl was okay and that they could get her out without a fight.<br/><br/>She turned her head as Raven talked about Terra, she really wished the girl would join, she had such power to contribute to the team. But with the hostility between the others she wasnt sure how well welcomed she would be. Kal started to speak about his fight and the strange darts that had stopped Mammoth. She turned her body to him as he tried to explain what had happened. She was about to ask if he had one of the darts for her to see, (when the lights switched off?) and turned back on and a man was sitting at the table with a chess game. She jumped from her seat on the couch and nearly knocked Nightwing over from her fright. "Holy Hell, Who are you?" She raised her hands to steady herself and prepared for an attack. She couldnt tell the guy was a big threat, being as he just popped in on them in their own tower, but Nightwings rant from before echoed in her head.<br/><br/>Once she was sure he wasnt any real danger to them did she rub her face tired. She let out a small sigh and slumped to the couch ready for a nap as her head laid against the armrest still sore and bothering her. She more or less felt Raven beside her and smiled at the new feeling of them being friends now. She was glad they had an understanding and didnt have to be on gurad with one another in the room. The stranger was talking about some flash drive and she lid her eyelids drop just slightly, unsure if she could trust him or not. Kal seemed to be on edge with him but she could sense no real magical danger with him. Though that didnt prove him innocent of having an alliterative motive for being here. She watched him as he seemed laid back and relaxed like a big cat on the small chair. She let out a long breath as she sat up and slowly steady herself to stand. "Well I was going to go to bed, but since people are popped out of the Towers wood work, I may not find any sleep tonight." She watched Nightwing movements on the computer and her shoulders eased a bit as she saw the new guy was expected. She turned to him and let her eyes move up and down him in slow laps for a couple of minutes as if sizing him up. Soon she found herself starring into his eyes then gave a curt nod, "Im Zatanna, nice to meet you. Juts dont be pulling that kinda moves around my room or youll find yourself dangling from the Tower roof...." She looked over at Kal and winked, knowing he had a similar experience when he spooked her back in the day. She smiled at Raven and touched her hand as she moved to the door that lead to the elevator to go to her room. "Night guys..." She disappeared as the doors slid shut.<br/><br/><strong>Sunday Morning...</strong><br/>Zatanna was laying face down on the common area couch in a pair of snug low rider jeans and a pink tank top with a bunch of skulls printed on it. Her feet were bare as she swayed them behind her watching an episode of  Gumball  (http://seekcartoon.com/watch/9101-the-amazing-world-of-gumball-episode-48-the-words.html#.UeMIQW0ygro) on the tv. Her empty cereal bowl was sitting on the coffee table and she giggled at one of the jokes the little blue cat made. She spent most of her morning unpacking and making a few calls. Her manger from the theater had called and left dozens of messages. He was begging, pleading with her to come back and finish off another month of shows for him so he could breakeven with some of the refunds of the setas she had sold out. She had to pull a few strings to get acts to help her out while she was away so Sam would leave her alone and give her voice-mail and freaking break. Now she had down time and just wanted to relax and watch some Sunday morning cartoons.<br/><br/>