Gotham: Zatanna, Louis, Eddie
Eddie, dressed in a black suit with only a touch of green on his tie, watched Zatanna pace nervously. He had always wanted to know what was behind the curtain of a woman with so much stage presence and the answer to that riddle was: like any other person. A younger riddle would be disappointed, upset that the magician didn't always walk like she was wearing a top hat. But, he was old. He had to tear his own question marks off to feel alive and he got it. That said, he wasn't nervous. This depended on how convincing he could be and oh that wasn't going to be difficult. There was a part of Eddie that did want the power of a demon, a part of him that had been buried since the last time he played this game and he could use that as inspiration.
His phone buzzed from his pocket and he took it out, blue screen illuminating his face as he checked his messages. Muerte with family issues. Talk to her brother? Why? He knew exactly what the god must have said to set her off and Destiny was so far up his own asshole that there was no point in trying to reason with him. Eddie looked to the door. He should go find Muerte, that was the selfish thing to do, but Eddie was Justice League. This was the path he chose for himself and she would have to understand. Instead, he put his phone away and ran his hand through his hair.
"What's the plan, Zat?" Eddie asked, clearing his throat as he put the phone away. Louis was still in the other room, so they had time to figure out what they were going to do. "I can go in there, try to get my mits on it and then you come in, stop me and pull me back into the other room. And then we can fake a tussle and then send in dead guy?"