Klarion hated waiting almost as much as he hated tombs. It was the same sort of monotony. To his great frustration, the magician girl wouldn't let the damned cylinder out of her sight. She took it with her everywhere and she was never alone long enough to take it by force. Even when she slept, her hand curled tightly around it and she slept lightly. As much as he would have loved to play with the justice brats, he didn't want to bring attention to what it was that he wanted.
Zatanna for her part, was completely oblivious to Klarion's lingering presence. This was partly due to the fact that she was obsessed with the object to the point where she was starting to miss meals. She was starting to understand why her father had never brought her along when he set off to confiscated dangerous magickal artifacts. Even though she knew that the object was affecting her aura, she couldn't bring herself to think about throwing the thing down a long-lost mine shaft.
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