Zatanna Zatara (notbabymagic) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2012-06-04 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick grayson, zatanna zatara |
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[It was early. Way too early. The kind of early that should've been illegal.]
[Ironic, given her current predicament.]
[Then again, she hadn't really been able to sleep anyway. Nothing was wrong; just a rare, but no less annoying bout of insomnia. Leftover adrenaline from everything that had happened the last few days. Oh, she'd managed to claim a few hours here and there...but by the time 7 a.m. hit, Zatanna had declared the night to be lost. A glance over at her roommate showed he was still sleeping; not wanting to disturb him, she quickly slipped out of bed and grabbed the nearest pair of workout clothes she could find in the dim, morning light: black shorts, and a matching sleeveless top.]
[The gym was nearly empty when she arrived, which suited her just fine. She was on a mission, determined to work whatever it was out of her system. What she might've lacked in actual hand-to-hand combat, the 14-year-old more than made up for in stamina and endurance. And the treadmill was calling her name.]
[For a brief time, it was just her and the machine. A pair of rented headphones blasted workout music directly into her ears, drowning out the rest of the world. No thinking about being trapped. No thinking about the fate of her powers, to be decided in just a few days' time. No thinking, period.]
[Only the sound of her heart pumping in time to the beat.]