Lady Zatara is walking through the streets at night, no lantern to guide her, looking for the place she was supposed to meet someone. Eventually she ducks down an alley, following it to a small clearing, covered in shadows.
She greets a much smaller woman, frail and old. There's a small exchange. A bottle for a bit of money and a hug, and then she sends the woman off, stretching and glancing around. That should've been private enough, right?
@deepestmagic
The walk was intended to be a short one, Lord Wayne -- or as he preferred; simply Bruce -- meant to merely walk a few blocks through town, enjoy the cool night air and what he expected to soon turn into a gentle midnight snow. What he hadn't expected, though, as he walked down the side of cobblestone street, was to see a woman ducking into an alley.
His first thought was drugs, naturally, but his curiosity got the better of him as it always did. And so, he silently strode across the street and lingered just out of sight near the entrance to the alley, peaking just barely around the corner in time to witness the exchange before quickly pulling back and occupying himself with his watch as he listened for any speaking, his tongue running absentmindedly across his fangs inside his closed mouth.