<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/OB2eDux.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>The Batman/Bruce Wayne<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>The Batsuit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 24 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>16:00<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>The Batman Meets With Raven and Starfire<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Starfire, Raven<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Batman made an appearance at the Secret Sanctuary, and his tone was brusque and business-like as he sought out of two of the junior members of the team. The first was Raven, and the second was Starfire. He approached both young women, and requested that they join him in a private room. The phrasing said request, but of course it was not. The Caped Crusader was not to be denied.<br/><br/>The room that he used to speak to the pair in was a lot like the one that Wonder Woman had spoken to Raven in previous. There was a flat screen mounted on one side of the room, a round table in the center, and four chairs arranged around it. There was a computer terminal off in the corner. The Batman took a seat at the table, and removed his cowl. In private, the Batman affected a less brooding outward appearance, but for the empathic Raven the affectation was revealed. The discipline that the Batman maintained was not relaxed even if his body might look that way.<br/><br/>But he did, at least, look less like a stone statue.<br/><br/>"I hope you are both acclimating well to your new surroundings." The Batman said in a way that was honest but without much in the way of emotional warmth. "I want you both to know that if you need anything -<em>anything</em>at all - that you are free to contact me at<em>any</em>time and I will do what I am able to accommodate. Neither of you are alone here." There was a spike of emotion at the word 'alone' but the Dark Knight kept that under control. He cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"That said, I am not here just to make sure that you are both doing well. There is a matter at hand that I wish the two of you to investigate." The Batman turned and pressed a button on a small, handheld device had not been holding moments before. The screen in the room flared to life and it showed a collage of images taken in one of Gotham's worst neighborhoods. There was graffiti sprayed over walls, on the streets, the sides of dumpsters. To the majority of those beholding it, it was just more gang nonsense. But for Raven, there was no question as to why the Batman was showing her this: the graffiti was written in one of the many demonic languages, and this one in particular was favoured by the Cult of Blood. The Cult of Blood that had originally worked to bring a part of Trigon into this world that he could sire Raven, and thus create a key to allow the demon fully into this dimension.<br/><br/>But not all of them. Some of the glyphs were demonic in nature but different enough that their meaning could not be discerned. "I have contacts in the mystic community, and they come up with nothing on these symbols. That is where I turn to you, Stafire: we need you to touch the people behind these markings, learn their language, and help us to discern their meaning." The Batman had read up on the information available on Tamaraneans available through the Green Lantern and the Fortress of Solitude.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Xwze2ZQ.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>John Constantine<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A trenchcoat, shirt, tie, slacks, loafers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 24 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>16:00<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>A Seedy Back Alley of Gotham Behind Blue Beard's Bar'N'Grill<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Down to Business<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zachary Zatara<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John Constantine lit a cigarette, and exhaled the blue smoke into the Gotham night. Nothing like Gotham. Bollocks, it had to be Gotham. The whole of the New World and here old John was in Gotham. The blond Brit looked down at his watch and wondered how many seconds he had before one of the Bat-Brigade swooped in and barked at him about how it was their city and he should be waiting out at city limits, cap in hand, for whenever the Caped Cunt deigned meet with old Johnny Boy and allow the Brit into the city. Which belonged to Batsie, apparently. A small sigh escaped parted lips and John fished his mobile phone from his pocket.<br/><br/>As a lad he never would have considered he would be in this position. It was a damned sight more convenient than messenger pigeons or some wee faerie or demon messenger, though.<br/><br/>How had John Constantine gotten Zachary's number? Why was he texting the young Zatanna when the latter had made it clear he did not want to get involved in the underpants on the outside circus? Why was he doing it somewhere unpleasant and trashy?<br/><br/>These were all good questions that had no answers that would be forthcoming any time soon.<br/><br/>John's thumbs worked away, and in due enough time, a text message was fired off to Zachary Zatanna.<br/><br/>'Hey there my lad, it's your old pal John. Fancy taking a go at some cultists? Found meself a gaggle of demon worshippers doing blood magic in Gotham. Need a bit of back up for the inevitable donnybrook. So what do you say, squire? I'm having a fag behind Blue Beard's - it's a few blocks from Port Adams.'<br/><br/>Then John put the phone away and waited. With any luck his card would soon appear.