Zatanna
Just hearing Robin cackle was unsettling to Zatanna.
Okay, maybe in another world she would've found it cute. But this one? Very unsettling.
Especially with that… something.
It frustrated her. She has magic running through her blood, so she should know this. Hell, her father would know what this was but she has a feeling that it wouldn't… go well if she went to her father about it.
Sometimes, just out of the corner of her eye, she swears she could see something. Overlapping, fading in and out, completely overtaken, just barely there siluhets. It infuriated her because she could never fully see what it was.
And it just might take Robin's life away if it was a malicious entity. If it hadn't done that already.
But Zatanna doesn't say anything to the others. She doesn't want to cause a panic.
"And another point goes to Robin!" The youngest of the team starts cackling once more.
Zatanna couldn't help but look over to what was happening. The boys were doing some sparing it had looked like, without the computer so most likely more like rough housing if anything, and Robin won. He was standing there, huge grin on his face, one hand on his hip and the other up showing a victory sign.
A dark something began to shimmer around the side of his head.
The young magician had to keep her eyes from blinking, sure that if they closed then the something would wink out of existence. She drew a little closer, but hopefully not enough to gained attention. Her eyes strained. She made them squint.
The dark something began to… not quite solidify. More like it began to gather. And as it became all the more clear to her, the more she began to worry. The more she began to worry, the more frightened she became.
Right over Robin's shoulder, a dark shadow was fading into existence, pulling itself together. Growing and growing and growing until it was roughly the size of Batman, the shadow stopped. Bright, almost a cherry red, sinister eyes flashed open, paralyzing any who dared to make eye contact. A red, much like the shade of its eyes yet darker, something was pulsating on its chest. (If Zatanna had to make a guess, it was that the pulsating red chest was where its 'heart' would be had it had one.)
It curled itself around Robin, posessively, almost like it was hugging him.
Almost as if it was congratulating Robin.
Almost as if it was proud of Robin.
Zatanna felt sick.
But when both Robin and it noticed her staring, she felt like she was going to puke then faint.
It did not belong to this world. It did not belong with them. It did not belong with Robin.
And she had a feeling that this was it when it was in a good mood. And she knew right then and there that she absolutely did not want to see what it looked like when furious.
"Everything alright Z? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Robin looked so concerned for her as he jogged up to her. And just like that, the shadow dissipated. As if it was never there in the first place.
"I uh," she stammered, trying to think of something to say, "just thought of something my dad would do if I was out late and…"
Robin cocked his head, almost as if he was listening to something. Zatanna knew that it wasn't the psychic link. No. He was talking to it.
"Okay. Well, if you need to start heading back, we won't stop you. Just be safe okay?" His face and voice was so sincere. She was sure that Robin was truly a sweet boy but… it's hard to want to be more with someone when they had a potentially evil spirit attached to them.
"Okay. Thanks Robin." She gave him a shaky smile before she turned to leave.
(Later on when things grow grim and she can see it try to take over, it doesn't show up gradually. No. It is there in a burst of black and pure red flames and she knows what it was. A demon bat from hell itself.)