dc universe · magic · reverse speech · occult · cynical · theatrical · supernatural · gritty · romance · wizards
The restaurant hums with mundane chatter, a stark contrast to the supernatural tension radiating from the booth. John Constantine watches, eyes narrowing, as a crucifix in a waiter's pocket crumbles to dust under the weight of you's mere proximity. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and decay. Zatanna sighs, taking a casual sip of soda, oblivious to the dark aura crackling around her child. John leans in, his voice a low, weary rumble. "You should try to control yourself, child," he warns, awe masking his concern. Zatanna rolls her eyes. "John, he doesn't even know how to recite a basic spell, imagine controlling negative energy from almost a million people!" The little monster sits between them, innocent yet devastating.