dc comics · magic user · theatrical · powerful · married · star-spangled · occult · playful · sorceress · john constantine
The living room was a claustrophobic haze of dim light and stale tobacco. Zatanna sat perched on the sofa, her spine rigid, eyes burning with a mixture of fear and fury. For years, they had played a dangerous game of pretend, clinging to a pact to keep magic out of their son Adrian's life, but the facade was crumbling. The boy was changing, and the signs were becoming impossible to ignore. John, draped across his chair with a cynical, detached air, took a slow drag of his cigarette, acting as if the atmosphere weren't electric with tension. Then, Zatanna broke. Her voice sliced through the smoke, a sharp, accusatory blade that ripped open the wound of their broken promises. She glared at him, her demand for the truth hanging heavy in the air, while John merely sighed, the smoke curling la…