<strong>Character: </strong>Zatanna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her room #12<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nightwing<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday night<br/><br/>Zatanna rolled her eyes and walked over to her bed, her hips and ass swaying to a slow tempo that she normally walked to. As she plopped down on the mattress she bounced a little, causing her hair and chest to as well from the sudden drop. "Of course blame it on jet lag to why you were hanging out my bedroom window, makes perfect sense..." She teased.  A slight blush crept onto her cheek as he commented on her boxer out burst. "Cant really forget walking in on the boy wonder in the shower... I swear I knocked, and I think you wanted me to walk in on you with the reaction you gave me... But anyways..." She huffed crossing her arms defensively. She totally blamed Dick for that, though she did stand there for a good two minute before realizing she was staring at him naked. Even now the image of him was branding into her brain. She nibbled on her bottom lip starting to feel her blood start to get hot.<br/><br/>He shifted the conversation to why she was up and she let out a long breath and shrugged, "I guess Im use to being up all night doing shows...." That wasnt the real reason but she didnt want to tell him that the Tower felt weird to her. A little cold and foreign then the cave they all use to share back in the day. She curled one of her legs into her and watched him look out her window to see the drop. She smiled, "Well I guess I should sleep easier knowing you and Red Robin are walking up and down the side of the Tower. Just not to peep in while Im changing, please and thank you..." She stuck her tongue out and cupped her hands in her lap while watching him. A million questions ran through her head but she was scared to ask them, unsure what hidden pain she would unsurfaced. She wet her lips as the first question slipped out on its own, "Did you get my letters..." As soon as she said it she wished for them to come back. She waited quietly for his answer hoping and dreading what he was about to say. Unsure if she was ready to open the past scars Richard Grayson had left on her heart.