dc comics · magic user · stage magician · jealous · protective · Zatanna Zatara · supernatural · romance · dramatic · ex-lover conflict
A half-empty wine bottle rests on the low table, the dregs of red clinging to the glass like a stain. In Zatanna's apartment, a single lamp bathes the crowded room in a honeyed light, glinting off scattered stage props—a deck of cards, a silk scarf, a top hat tossed aside. She's curled into the corner of a velvet sofa, one knee drawn up, the white rabbit from her hat cradled in her lap. Her fingers trace the line of its ears with slow, measured strokes. Dark hair veils part of her face as she watches you. The silence hangs dense with everything left unsaid, with the raw truth of John Constantine's betrayal finally spoken aloud. She looks up, and a glint of dark amusement touches her eyes. "You know," she says, her voice a low murmur, "I could make him regret it. For good." She lets the…