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Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Z hardly flinched by the talons digging into shoulder and knee. She was obviously in pain, but she made no move to try to stop it. She deserved it for she had done something unforgivable. She was surprised, however, when Sparrow was tackled down by Nightwing. She looked up, mouthing 'no, no, no' and reaching for Nightwing, as if she wanted to stop him instead of her. Viper wasn't far behind Nightwing, but she went over to Z to help her up. "Z darling, are you ok?" She asked. The purple haired woman shrugged her off, pulling the talons out of her while wincing. She suddenly winced, hard, and her eyes flushed black and white.
A twisted, distorted laugh escaped the mute girl's lips. "You really did a number on this one, didn't you?" Z spoke, her voice cracking and changing pitches. "She's biting back, but I'll stand my ground." She laughed her uncomfortable laugh again as she straightened herself. Hands wiggled out of the ground from the surrounding darkness to lift Nightwing off of her but only to pin Sparrow back down.
"It's amusing how much you hate Zendaya," Z growled with a grin. "Quite delicious, actually...Almost as good as Tim tastes."

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliettee pouted her bottom lip at him stating he felt empty. She suddenly felt the wetness soak through her sleeve. "Oh, baby," she cooed, practically pulling him onto her lap so that she could cradle him. "Everything will be fine," she told him, cupping the back of his neck and letting her fingertips play with the hairs that curled at the nape of his neck.

The New Recruits (private)

Z shrugged uncaringly. She didn't need the approval of an unknown hero about something she's had years of experience with. She collected her bags again and left the lab. She easily found the kitchen by following the smell of food, smiling when she saw the others. She almost instantly recognized how nervous Lukas was, but he was always nervous.
Lacy laughed, rolling her eyes. "Don't mind Ashe, goldielocks," she told Lukas, waving away Ashe's rude words. "She has a habit of saying what's on her mind." She walked over to a drawer to find a spoon for her yogurt.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Once Z fell onto the ground, she covered her broken nose while shooting Sparrow a glare. The glare quickly dissipated to a more shameful look. Something in the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Her face paled as she looked over Sparrow's shoulder, and whatever she was looking at scared her more than Sparrow. She glanced back to the young woman threatening her life then looked at the ground. She didn't seem to try to be fighting against her. Z knew what she had done, even if she had no control over what she was doing.

The New Recruits (private)

The woman narrowed her eyes at the German boy, pursing her lips. She slowly padded over to him and plucked a canister out of the fridge. "Hands off the yogurts, they're mine," she growled. Her expression suddenly changed to a calm smile. "And we're cool." She snorted a laugh at his terrified look, walking past him to join the others at the table. "How many rookies we got?" She questioned whoever willing to answer.

Z shrugged, nodding slightly. It was still a bit unbelievable to her. But she gave an uneasy look at the request, not sure if she could do anything spectacular. She placed her bags on the ground, looking at one bag in particular. She reached down and pulled something out of her bag. She held a brass, coiled snake with rubies for it's eyes. She bit down onto her thumb until blood oozed from bite. She rubbed the snake's head with a droplet of blood, and instantly the brass snake came to life by slithering around her finger. The little snake flicked out it's tongue then slithered to her other hand, the brass skin slowly peeling off to reveal real green scale. Z gestured to the snake with eyebrows raised at Sparrow.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

It happened so quickly that Z didn't have time to react. Next thing she knew, she was hanging upside down from the building with her arms covering her head. She looked up at her foot, relieved that something had kept her from dying, but the relief lasted a short time for when she looked back down, Sparrow was pointing weapons at her. She tried to cry "It wasn't me!" but a shock of pain sprinted through her throat where her vocal cords had been cut. She cringed from the pain, a hand gripping her throat. 'I can explain', she mouthed, attempting to make some communication. She had a feeling that Sparrow wasn't willing to listen.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliettee gave soft hums for replies, resting her head against his. She continued to hold his hand and brush gentle sweeps over his knuckles with her thumb. "Firstly, you feel complicated," she told him softly, "and secondly, I'm always here for you, love." She smiled back at him then kissed his cheek. "But I suggest you cry if you need to, or do whatever to make yourself feel better. It'll help."

The New Recruits (private)

There was a faint call of 'Hey!' from someone on the other side of wall that Lukas ran into. There was a few stomping sounds and a door opening then slamming shut. A very tall, muscular and busty (like big breasts, wide hips) woman came swinging around the corner with a snarl of sharp fanged teeth and green eyes that resembled a snakes. "Who the he-" Starting to curse but saw Samuel and stopped herself short. "Who ran into the wall?" She looked directly at Lukas, being the odd one out. The woman was tan with chestnut curls that looked bedtussled, matching her rumpled attire of a teeshirt and shorts. "Who are you?" She asked, a little less threatening than her tone before.

Z was about to leave but Sparrow blocked the doorway. Ace glanced up to see their basically mission leader, murmuring out, "Oh, hey, Sparrow." He was transferring the data into his main computer system when the short girl asked her question. "Z, here, can do magic, basically," he answered in tone that made it clear he was only half listening.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

A hour later, and Z was confessing what had happened to Ace by writing on a piece of paper. Nothing too in detail, but enough for Ace to understand the sh*t show. "Oh no, Zennie," he breathed out, looking at her with disbelief. "This is bad. Like, really bad." He was honestly at a lose for words. He had an idea of what Tim may be feeling, but he knew for sure Senna was p*ssed.
Z was sitting on the couch of his apartment with Ace standing in front of her. She had her head in her hands and her eyes shut. She had the tightness of guilt and regret weighing her chest down.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Juliettee gave him a worried. She took in a deep breath as she took his hand. "In time, love," she told him, softly rolling her thumb over his knuckles. "In time you all will be fine." She paused a moment before adding under her breath: "Trust me, I understand." She brought his hand closer to her so she could kiss the back of his hand. She was younger than Ryan but older than Melanie when she had lost her parents, so she knew the pain of loss but also the unknowingness of losing someone.