barbara gordon (pythia) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-12 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, barbara gordon, zatanna zatara |
DC Log: Barbara and Zatanna
WHO: Babs and Zee
WHAT: Run ins and hellos
WHERE: The Manor
WHEN: Nowish/Recentlyish?
WARNINGS: Probably nothing
Just when Babs was getting used to not being at the manor, there she was again. Granted, the circumstances were significantly different, and there were precious few places that she would consider staying in. Still, it was always The Manor, a place for Bruce and the boys, a place to visit for long or short periods of time. She hadn’t quite yet decided how long this current stint was but her frequent trips between the Manor, the hospital, and her dad’s were keeping her too preoccupied to decide that quite yet. She promised Dick she wouldn’t go out, and she agreed that she shouldn’t, but she was still antsy as the padded about the manor. She still paced around, looking for something to do, something to watch, some way to feel connected to her city once more. Something, anything, other than to wake up feeling nauseous and out of balance with her hormones. At that moment, however, it was more about looking for something to eat. Dressed in grey lounge pants that were just starting to clearly fill out around her middle and a blue tanktop, she let her socked feet lead her to the kitchen and to the fridge. Rummaging around, she found herself vaguely irritated. She liked to think it wasn’t the time for cravings yet, but there she was, staring at left overs and cold cuts and cheeses and vegetables and all she wanted in the entire world, she belatedly realized, was a cronut. Just one. Just one delicious, wonderful, perfect cronut. What good was being a billionare when there were no cronuts around? She would have to tell this to Bruce when he got back. Whenever that was. She sighed and reached for the cheese and meat. She heard the slightest noise near her, and it was that that helped her not jump when she saw the kitchen wasn’t empty any longer. “...Zatanna?” She wasn’t exactly who Babs expected to see. Even if she wasn’t expecting to see anyone. “What are you doing here?” |