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[As the feed turns on, one may notice the camera pointed directly at an open window, where some might recognize a familiar face, and others, a slightly less familiar (and noticeably younger) face. Sitting on a large tree branch just outside her room. Because why not?]

[14-year-old Zatanna looks oddly at peace for the moment, back leans against the rough bark, a few pieces peppering the shoulders of her black jacket blazer. One leg dangles off the edge, the other bent at the knee. She has a half smile on her face, and her eyes continue to casually take in her surroundings, even as she addresses the Network.]

I'll admit...definitely not what I was expecting.

[Implying that she's somehow unsurprised by her current limbo status. Like she knew something like this would happen, even if there was no way she could've predicted exactly what. Knew and accepted it. For now.]

Can't really complain, though. I'd take a giant tree house over an eternity in empty helmet space any day.

Name's Zatanna, by the way. Zatanna Zatara.

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[What?

Damian just. Stares at the screen.]

You probably will get this a lot, but you're supposed to be older. This place brings in people from different versions of reality.

[...o...kay...]

So I've been hearing. And, for the record, where I come from? I'm supposed to be fourteen.

Is that old enough to make sure you navigate to putting the shoes on the correct foot?

[Wow, babybat. Wow.]

Look, I'm sorry my existence seems to be upsetting you for whatever reason, but there's no need to be so rude about it. Besides, how old could you possibly be that you don't even know what being fourteen actually means?

[He's... going to be in trouble. Is all there is to it.]

It is highly unlikely that you would ever be able to upset me.

[Wrong, but it is true that he reacts with anger more easily than upset.
Also, not answering. Ever.]

It does depend on the upbringing and potential, after all.

[So much.]

[Oh, great. Whoever this was, they sounded exactly like the elite groups from her old high school. The girls who put everything into appearance, social status, and family upbringing. Granted, Zatanna had all three in spades--her lineage was nothing to sneeze at, either--but she always hated when people were judged on things so far beyond their control. It was just plain stupid.]

Good thing for me I don't really care what you think, isn't it?

[... that sounds about right. Except it's not (not entirely, at least not anymore) wealth or social status or appearance that Damian judges people on, primarily. It's excellence.]

Perhaps.

[It hasn't much occurred to Damian to consider whether it matters to him whether people care what he thinks on them. So he's not... quite sure what to make of the statement. Also it is so typically teenaged that he doesn't quite get it, either.]

[Unfortunately for him, Zatanna was probably the most typical teenager of the entire Team.]

Anything else you'd like to judge me on, mysterious stranger?

[Sarcasm not employed by him going over Damian's head? That's a first. (Not.)]

I'm sure I'll find something.

We'll see.

Yes.

[Because that wasn't creepy or stalkerish in any way at all.]

[Zatanna doesn't bother replying back any further. Though she makes a mental note to be on the lookout. For what, she didn't know. She would just be on the lookout in general.]

[Welcome to dealing with bats, Zatanna.

She'll just... end up dealing with another Robin, one supposes.]

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