Dick watched as the woman in the red dress kneed Harold Stoker. He watched in fascination as her dress, which already had a high slit, ripped to reveal more of her legs. What sent warning bells off in his head was the glint of a golden knife strapped to her leg.

Dick pushed his glass to the side, stood up, and followed her. So many questions filled his head. Why was she asking for help, when she obviously can take care of herself? More alarming, how did she get past security with a knife? He sped up to try and catch up with her, but he had only gotten so far when Liza, the daughter of billionaire Ross Erikson, blocked him.

"Dick, I haven't seen you around lately. When did you arrive?" She cooed as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Uh, I just popped in for a minute." He said while keeping an eye on the girl in the red dress.

"Oh, well, do you want to just pop upstairs for a minute?" She asked slyly.

Dick focused on her. He had only had one night with her when he got caught bugging her fathers office. And while he would have been inclined to have a little fun, he also noticed the girl in the red dress slipping out the front door. "Uh, maybe another time." He delicately removed himself from her and practically raced toward the entrance doors. When he got outside, she was already entering a taxi. "Hey, what's your name?" He yelled. But she shut the door to the cab and took off. As he watched her leave, he wondered who exactly he agreed to help. As he walked back, he paused at the the guy at the podium. "That girl that just left, do you have a name for her?"

The man looked through his records, then he looked again, and again. "She's not on here." He admitted.

"What? You just let her in?" Dick was definitely questioning Bruce's security system. He next questioned the guards with the security wands.

"Yeah, we checked her." The guard said.

"Did you notice the knife strapped to her leg?" Dick asked incredulously.

The guards looked at each other.

"Of course you didn't." This girl was becoming more mysterious by the second. And Dick couldn't resist a good mystery. He left the party without another word. He had work to do. He drove straight to his penthouse in Bloodhaven. He booted up his super computer and hacked into the parties camera system. He looked at all the footage of his new interest. He watched as she wobbled on her heels. He made a mental note that she didn't usually wear heels. He watched closely as she approached the podium. She showed the guard a perfectly blank piece of paper. The guard glanced at it and waved her in. Dick played the scene again, not quite believing his eyes. Sure enough, it was a completely blank piece of paper. Then he watched her approach the the guards with the security wands. They went to check her and then stopped. Wait. He rewound the video and watched her closely. What was that that she did with her fingers. It was almost like she cast a spell. He didn't know much about magic, but he did know someone who did, Zatana, his old flame. He put on some sunglasses and dialed the watchtower.

Kaldur appeared on the main screen.. "Nightwing?" He said with a hint of surprise. "I didn't expect to hear from you. Is everything alright?" He asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Thanks. I actually needed to talk to Zantana for a second." Dick tried to hurry the conversation along. "Is she there?"

Kaldur raised a questioning eyebrow, "Uh, yeah, she's here. Should I give you a minute?"

Dick glared at Kaldur, "it's not that kind of call. Can you just get her."

"Sure." He pushed a button and said, "Zatana, you've got a call."

"Send it through." Her voice said over the intercom.

Kaldur pressed another button and Zatana appeared on the screen. "Nightwing? What's going on?"

"I need your advice." Dick pulled up the footage and played it to her. "How is she doing that?" He asked.

Zantana studied the footage. "It looks like she has at least a basic skill of magic."

"That's basic?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Showing someone what they are already expecting to see is basic."

"I don't understand."

Zatana sighed frustratedly. She pulled out a deck of cards. "Think of a card in your mind. Any card."

"Okay?" He thought about the mysterious girl and the queen of spades popped in his head.

"Have you got it? Are you thinking about it?"

"Yeah."

Zantana showed the first card to him. It was the queen of spades. Then she spread out the deck in her hands and all of them were the queen of spades. "This card was on your mind, so that is what you saw. The guard had seen how many invitations before she came. It was what he was expecting to see. All she had to do was spread a little magic and . . ." She waved the deck of the queen of spades in front of him. "So who is she?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm going to find out. Thanks for your help."

"Anytime. And don't hesitate to call if you need help." She smiled softly.

"Will do." He smiled back. The call went blank and the video footage came back up with the mysterious girl. He continued to watch the footage of her getting into line. He watched avidly until he got a good shot of her face. He copied it and put it in the national database. He ran it through a facial recognition program. He continued watching the footage, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He checked the facial recognition database. Nothing yet. He pulled up a map of the coordinates she had given him. It was a clearing in the middle of several freeways in San Fransisco. He zoomed in on it to get a closer look, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

The facial recognition beeped at him. He brought it up, but it only stated that she could not be found. He stared at it disbelievingly. "Who are you?" He sat back staring at her beautiful face with olive skin and dark mysterious eyes. He guessed that she was of Italian descent. Then he realized that the facial recognition was only for those in the United States. To even get access to an international database would take some serious hacking, and even then it would take hours maybe days for an international search.

He looked back at the location he had been given. Was it some type of trap set for the Justice League? He wasn't about to put them at risk for his curiosity to figure this mystery out. Regardless, it looked like we was taking a trip to San Fransisco.