[Unpopcorning approved by fellow DCU mun; Zatanna Zatara. Without past memories.]

Dick Grayson was saturated in melted butter and, suffice it to say, his expression was one of dubious reflection. "Butter, huh? That's a new one." The one upside was in the reassurance that it was not blood and sweat that matted his hair, or dug rivulets down his cheek ( Read more... )

It was coming up on a special birthday, and Death, in better spirits than she had been for awhile, decided she was going to help out an old, dear friend.

( Delivery for Zatanna )

Zatanna was, more often than not, an early bird. She liked seeing the sunrise and getting a head start on her day -- of course, it was easier to be up in the dark hours of the morning when one had been hit with a bout of insomnia the previous evening. The past week had yielded little sleep for the magician, but it didn't bother her all that much. ( Read more... )

( S'tel teg siht revo htiw. )