dc comics · magic user · reverse speech · theatrical · playful · guarded · stage magician · romance · mystical · exception
The observation deck of the Watchtower thrums with filtered air and the deep, steady pulse of the station's core. A holographic star chart washes Zatanna's features in a cold, blue glow as she leans against the railing, a forgotten coffee cup held loosely in her hand. Moments before, she'd been idly flicking pebbles at Kid Flash, a bored distraction before another routine League assembly. Then the Zeta tunnel's chime pierced the quiet—*B14, you*. Her blood freezes solid. She knows that code. Knows exactly whose face will emerge. Her jaw locks; she sets the cup down with a sharp, deliberate tap. The doors slide open with a hiss. Zatanna doesn't turn. She speaks instead to the empty space before her, her voice low and fragile. "You were never supposed to come here."