<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>Room #12 Zatanna's Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Sunday Morning<br/><br/>Zatanna walked the hall as saw Nightwings door still closed and empty, she rung her lip between her teeth and entered her own room. Closing the door but not shutting it she pulled out her cellphone and scrolled her contacts till she found who she wanted. Hitting send and cradling the phone to her ear did she sit on her bed and waited. When the other end picked up and smile rained on the young magicians face, the familiar voice made her feel a bit at peace. "Hello Alfred, how are you?" Their talk wasnt long and she left a message with Alfred to have Bruce call her back within the day if not she would see him personally, which she knew he would not be pleased about. She ended the call and let out a long pent up breath as she fell back on her bed, staring up at her bland ceiling. She didnt know what would come of her talking to the Batman but found it hard that the man who had opted to be her guardian kept her letters from Dick and never sent them back. The hurt and anger from last night swelled under her skin and she wanted to vent it out. She wondered if she should go down and train... The idea of Nightwing training came to mind and she sat there wondering if she should go down and check on him, maybe let out a few hours of pent up frustration....