Re: Quicklog, Ocean's 11: Lin A, Louis D, Neil D, Zatanna Z
[And that determined it. The shape of what was to come next. The man slumped against the invisible walls as if power sapped what strength he had, left him as the man without sleep, he was important to this one. He looked away from the chains, the iron that would bind more substantially than a cast circle, in transition, and Zatanna did not fault him for it. This, the undoing of a person, was much to ask someone to look upon.]
We take him to Gotham. To my home. I can keep him safe. [Decided, and she stepped into the boundary, confident now with the iron strung between her hands and the chains were gentle as they bound him.] You are welcome. But this will not be easy. [And with that, with hand extended for Neil's, and the other on Louis's unknowing back, she prepared to go back. Back to Gotham and the door, back to Shadowcrest where there were sigils carved deep into the wood for protection and preservation, where fire and water could not destroy what had been built.]