Dick Grayson (i_wingit) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-02-16 20:19:00 |
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Dropping by for a visit. [Zatanna]
Nightwing knew what Shadowcrest looked like, and he didn't have as much trouble finding it as he thought. Zatanna's home was a large, looming mansion with as many windows as doors, once of those old Victorian looking things. When he'd first seen it years ago, it had suited Dick's idea of magicians with top hats and white gloves. He had since grown used to the house's magical quirks, like the way Zatanna would make a bathroom door redirect to an Italian cafe, or close one window since it was raining outside it when it was clear and sunny on the doorstep. He liked Zatanna, though they had never been best of friends; Dick wasn't a total idiot and every once and a while he got a vibe from Bruce that meant the two had a history. Not that he'd ever confirmed that. Prying information out of Bruce was an exercise better left to more important things than who his girlfriends were.
His little encounter with a length of alleyway (and a cute blonde, incidentally) meant his leg was throbbing, so he was careful when he dropped over the side of the roof and hung from an eve to peer through the plate glass. Dark. Hm. He swung to the next one, hooked a knee over a gargoyle, and tipped his chin. There it was, the study. "Just stay right there," he told the gargoyle. With an agile twist, he tapped on the glass. "Zatanna? Anyone home?"