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Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Lacy's features slowly became serious as Bruce spoke of the theory. "There's no way Senna is looking for a cure for Z," she stated, somewhat in an annoyed tone. "Not after what just happened. Even if she did want to find a cure, I don't believe it would help Z much." She didn't have much knowledge in the craft of magic but she knew enough to get herself around. Plus, she's known Z for as long as she's known Ace.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Z glanced up at Bruce only once before nodding her head slightly. She felt like a little kid who had just broken a priceless object. When they were ordered to lay low for a couple of days, she raised her head and looked towards Ace. She caught Tim's gaze for a second but quickly diverted her eyes away. Ace sighed, taking her hand and leading her out of the batcave.
Lacy watched as the younger ones left, leaving her, her husband and Bruce to themselves. "What's up, Bruce?" She asked calmly, looking at the older hero.

The New Recruits (private)

Z patted Lukas's head before she followed after Rick and Brand. She dropped one bag by the wall but took the smaller one filled with her witch 'equipment'. She awed at the amount of uniforms in the room. How many pieces did a small group of heroes need? She didn't dwell on the thought as a certain uniform on a mannequin attracted her attention. It was sleek and black, made from a sturdy fabric (manufactured by the resident scientist) that was resistant to puncture and fire. Z had a obvious intrigued by the outfit.
"Oh, good choice," the Brazilian woman's voice commented from the doorway. Viper stood even taller in her heels with her form-fitted uniform of the same sturdy black fabric with thick leather fittings. The most distracting point of the uniform was how much of her chest was exposed with the square neckline, or, if someone wasn't into her magnificent chest, they were distracted by the contrasting golden claw that looked like snakes wound around her fingers.

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

Juliettee slid her hand to his cheek, giving him a sweet smile. "No need to thank me, love," she murmured, using her thumb to smudge away the streaks of tears on his cheek. She leaned forward and lovingly pecked his cheek. "Do you want to stay here for awhile?" She asked him.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Ace pressed his lips together. He had another idea as to what Senna was doing but he wasn't going to say it out loud.
Z looked uneasy at the request, as if she didn't know how to explain it. "It is hard to explain," she signed, tilting her head back and forth as she thought. "There is a seal between myself and Him that can be broken, and if it does then I can be taken over and stuff like this happens." She paused for a second, seemingly at a loss for words.
"I can not explain it well, I'm sorry," she continued, dropping her eyes back to the ground. "He simply just wants to make people suffer and bend to his will. I have never had control. He tugs at your thoughts till you give, then he is very hard to fight back."
"Be glad she wasn't started accidentally cursing people," ace muttered under his breath.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Once inside the batcave, Trick tugged down the mask covering his mouth and took off his gloves. Z had set herself next to him, but stood away from Tim, as much as she could with Ace between them. She kept her eyes on the ground in front of her at all times, avoiding the gazes of everything.
Lacy removed her mask, stuffing it into the pocket on her thigh. She crossed her arms and turned her eyes to Z and Tim.
Ace noticed that Z didn't really appear to know how to explain it. "A type of hypnotism that works only through contact of lips," he explained plainly.
Z sighed. "No, I didn't want to," she signed with quick gestures. "I did not have control."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Z was coughing hard into her hand as Trick helped her to her feet. She pulled her hand away from her mouth and grimaced at the amount of blood that she had coughed up. Her entire body was aching from Sparrow stabbing her and the beating she took. Her throat was on fire and her head pounding, her hands were shaking to add to the effect.
Viper crossed her arms, looking her charge and the witch. "I think that would be a good job," she commented. "Isn't that right, Z?" She was looking at the girl with a hard gaze. Z glanced towards Vioer before nodding slowly. She didn't look at anyone else as she wiped the blood off her hand with a rag Trick gave her. The wounds on her shoulder and leg seemed to be healing up by becoming black and slowly stitching itself together.

The New Recruits (private)

Lacy smirked softly at their reactions. She held no shame for what she does. Looking up from the yogurt cup, she smiled at Rick and Brand as they entered the room. Her smile, however, dropped at the mention of patrol. She hated patrolling and would much rather jump into action then wait for it. She made no arguments though. Lacy turned to look at the kids. "Hope you two have something you can move around in easily," she commented. She finished off the cup then felt to go change into her uniform.
Z glanced towards Brand, lifting her head from Lukas's shoulder. She touched his arms and gave it a little squeeze.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Z was prepared for what was thrown at her but not for the drug gas. She leaned over, coughing profusely and heartily. A low deep growl erupted in her throats as she threw her head up to burn daggers at Sparrow. She was about to charge at her but she felt a sudden prick in her neck. Trick was behind her with a syringe in his hand, the liquid that was there gone now. Z dropped to the ground, the black and white fading away from her eyes.
Lacy frowned at Sparrow as she roared at them all. This situation was a mess from beginning to end. She clenched her armored fist, looking around the smoke filled street. Sparrow had left. She sighed, walking over to Nightwing.
Trick was trying orienate Z, murmuring to her in a low voice.

The New Recruits (private)

Z silently laughed at his joke. She walked over to stand behind Lukas and rest her head on his shoulder since she short enough not to lean down. She didn't feel like sitting down. She would've answered Samuel's question if she could speak and he didn't read sign language.
Lacy stuck out her forked tongue at the question. She didn't jump at the sound of the dish landing in the sink. "I had a 'busy' night last night and I was catching up on my sleep," she answered, smiling at Ashe. "Ace wanted first go anyways; for testing obviously." She dug into the yogurt cup and took a happy bite. She gave no other context as to how her night was 'busy', but the older people in the room would understand. She held no shame for it either.