Zatanna Zatara did not frequent strip clubs, nor did she make a habit of spending an exorbitant amount of time with demons. Yet there she was, walking into a strip club in search of a demon. Fy and Zee had an interesting partnership. Zatanna left the woman alone if she had something to share. She'd grown an odd, probably dangerous soft spot for the woman. Fy said what she was thinking. One knew where they stood with her. Zatanna liked that. Though, it would take a lot to actually get the magician to admit to the fact.Â
When she found the woman she'd been looking for, Zee gave her a smile that would surely explain her reasons for visiting. "Have a minute?" she asked, hoping that she hadn't cropped up at a bad time.Â