Re: Watchower: Clark/Diana/Zatanna
She knew that Boyscout smile well, and it put her at ease in the same way Diana's voice was. She would have found her way regardless. It was who she was, finding paths even if they were overgrown or trampled over. She would have found her way, but it was always nicer to find the road paved with familiar, welcoming faces. "Thank you, Clark." She had other things she wanted to say too. Things she'd never had a chance to say before coming here, after Thaumaton. Mainly, she was glad he hadn't died. She was glad, too, that he and Diana were together. There had been whispers after Firestorm. She hadn't heeded them, but she had heard them traveling all the same.
She looked around Watchtower once more, noticing more differences. Cadences, really, variations in small things that indicated it might have been created by different hands. She didn't ask. There would be time. The winds did not feel like change. She could find her deck or cast her runes, but she didn't believe she would find change in either. Before coming here, things had been in flux, and transition had hummed through her veins. Now it felt like Spring, time to plant, time for roots.
She smiled in return. "I have you two, so long as I don't continue to interrupt your private moments," she said, bright and teasing. "I will be at the Show, it's on the same corner it's always been. Or, sometimes, at Shadowcrest." The war had kept her away too long. "Now, I will return you to your privacy."
She gave them one last look, a warm smile. Allies. She was social, and she had always worked better in a team.