<strong>Name:</strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan's Tower/ commons area/ kitchen<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Nightwing, Aqualad<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday Night<br/><hr/><br/>Zatanna had just gotten out of the shower and he head was still killing her. She had taken a few pain killers but the small ache was starting to drive her up the walls. She decided to grab a bag of ice and hope that it would help with the swelling. She ran her finger through her hair, it took her three times to wash the matted blood out of it. Her uniform was a mess, with streaks of blood and dirt, she was thankful for magic to be able to wash it all out. She was also thankful to Raven for patching her up, it could have been a lot worst if not for her. She had yet to thank her since her disappearance on the pier and hoped she was okay. The frantic look she had still plagued her. Something was wrong with her, she just hoped it was nothing too serious.<br/><br/>The elevators opened and Zatanna walked into the commons room in her black booty shorts and white tank top, while her wet hair was wild and untamed around her. She spotted Nightwing first and stopped in her tracks, it was liek the wind had been kicked from her chest and breathing was next to imposable. She recovered and then noticed Kal slouched in the couch looking up at the screen. She looked as well but could only see the man know as Deathstroke. A creepy chill covered her skin and she moved into the large kitchen as to get away from the images evil eyes. Her bare feet padded softly to not to disturbe the two. She found a soft dish rag and opened the freezer and took a few cubes of ice and placed them in the rag. She closed the freezer and opened the fridge, anything and everything was there, but she couldnt see anything to curb her hunger for the day. She rarely ate, and what she did eat was never enough to satisfy her. She pulled out a bottled water and what looked to be sliced apples. She found greek yogurt and carmel sauce and started to make a apple parfait. Her eyes glanced up at the others in the commons room which could be seen in the kitchen. The ridge lines of Nightwings back had her on edge. She wished she knew what he was thinking, but was too afraid to ask.<br/><br/>Once she was finished she put everything away and started to hunt down a spoon. She glanced up again and her fingers slipped, the spoon clattered to the tiled floor. She mentally cussed herself out as her head slowly turned to the two, "Sorry..." she bent to pick it up and started to wash the utensil quietly under the water to clean it. hoping the others wouldnt notice her shaky hands.<br/><br/>