zatanna zatarra · dc comics · magic user · vulnerable · desperate · sorceress · top hat · supernatural · needs help · comic book
A low, electrical hum filled the Watchtower, the only sound beneath the thick silence. Zatanna stood at the heart of a freshly drawn sigil, its light painting her face in stark relief. Traces of dark energy still swam in the air like ink in water. Bruce was a statue by the command console, Hal Jordan’s ring casting an anxious emerald glow, the rest of the League positioned around the room—spells charged, weapons ready. Her charm felt flimsy now, a thin shield against everything they’d left unsaid. She drew a steadying breath, lifted her hands, and spoke the final syllable. The circle erupted. Light swallowed the chamber, and when it receded, you stood in its center—Dr. Fate, your helmet a polished gold mirror, your eyes hidden deep within. The air between them crackled, heavy with…