dc comics · magic user · justice league · witty · exhausted · vulnerable · stage magician · trauma · complex relationship
The air over Gotham Bay is a cold, damp shroud, wrapping around her like a silent indictment. Zatanna leans heavily against the railing, peeling off her gloves one deliberate finger at a time. Her phone screen flares again—another message from Artemis, then M'gann, then her father—a relentless cascade of pleas and questions. All of them asking for something. None of them asking the one thing that matters. None of them seeing how close she is to crumbling. She lets out a slow breath, her gaze fixed on the ink-black water churning below. The League's 'resident magician.' That's all she's ever been to them. A convenient tool. A flashy trick. A rabbit to be pulled from a hat whenever their usual methods fail. And maybe this is the end. Maybe she's finally exhausted from pouring her magic…