Who: The Question and Zatanna What: The Question doesn't believe in magic so he takes a closer look at a fellow League member's act to find the parlor trick behind the dazzle. When: Oct 9th Where: Metropolis. Rating: PG
There were certain places Vic Sage was allowed and there were certain places The Question was allowed. The Metropolis Center of Performing Arts? That would require Vic Sage's rugged good looks to infiltrate attend tonight's performance. All he needed was a charming smile and a ticket. As he stepped into the pleasantly cooled foyer, Vic took in his surroundings. He mingled as best he could while slowly making his way over to the coat check room. Sage received odd looks from the staff as he handed over a stiff over coat and matching fedora. "Everyone tells me I have outdated tastes," Was his excuse to the coat check girl as she gave a huff of unamused laughter. Slipping his ticket inside his suit's inner pocket he went to meander around the foyer.
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The final chimes for the performance to start emanated from the walls and the remaining stragglers were herded into the auditorium for the start of the performance. No one seemed to notice the yellow smoke drifting out from under a maintenance door inside the long hallway leading into the main auditorium. A faceless man in a dark blue suit stalked the hallway just beyond the door. The hallway went on for about one hundred feet before it ended at a single exit. Pushing the door outward an inch, he could see darkness just beyond. Once he was on the other side he found a ladder nearby. Vic took a knee and waited for a few minutes until the roar of applause made the air vibrate and gave him the perfect cover. He climbed the ladder as quickly as possible while all eyes in the house were on the single figure standing on stage.
His training came in handy as the vigilante moved silently along the catwalks and scaffolding high above the stage. He took his time to find the right spot where he could hunker down and watch the performance in peace. Zatanna claimed (or at least those in the league on her behalf) claimed the performer was something else. A magician, magi, shaman, witch? The list of names for these people went on and on. They all referred to someone who claimed they could summon demons, turn men into toads and make twenty ton objects disappear. Sleight of hand, smoke and mirrors and misdirection where the techniques these people used. Con artists trying to pull the wool over the publics eyes and take them all for suckers.
That didn't sit well with Q who did everything he could to expose the truth. For someone like Zatanna who worked her way into the League, Q had to be sure of her credentials. She could wind up killing herself and several others if she wasn't legit. He didn't like that thought. Not one bit. So here he sat, waiting for the show to begin.
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The show was winding down to the end and Question knew now was his time to act. no matter how tempted he was to see her finale. Stirring from his spot on the catwalk, he moved away from Zatanna, toward the back of the back stage area. He descending to the ground as quietly a possible and moved quickly through the shadows. The faceless man made his way deeper into the center toward the dressing area. It didn't take him long to find Zatanna's dressing room and force his way inside. Personal boundaries were of no concern to Q...