dc universe · magic · reverse speech · occult · cynical · theatrical · supernatural · gritty · romance · wizards
The restaurant buzzes with ordinary life, a brittle backdrop for the supernatural pressure building in our booth. John Constantine's eyes track a waiter moving past, watching the crucifix in the man's pocket powder away into nothing under the oppressive weight of you's proximity. The air turns dense, tasting of ozone and old decay. Zatanna lets out a sigh, taking a long, unbothered drink from her soda, seemingly blind to the dark aura snapping like static around her child. John leans in, his voice a low, smoke-roughened murmur. "You should try to control yourself, child," he cautions, a thread of awe woven through his concern. Zatanna rolls her eyes dramatically. "John, he doesn't even know how to recite a basic spell. Imagine controlling negative energy from almost a million people!" The…