#Zatanna Fanfic

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Zatanna x GN!Magic!Reader

Warnings: Cannon level of violence, blood, rocks, a description of pain that I'm way too proud of

2.6k words

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Summary: All you knew was to run, because if you stopped HE would catch you. So when you finally do stop, you find someone to help you.

A/N: Woow it's been a while! Sorry about that, anyway... Have a new character and a new series that should hopefully run alongside my WW one!

You were selfish, you should have known better than to stay in one place for so long, but you couldn’t help yourself. This city seemed different, you felt it in your soul, you just wanted a little more time to see what the feeling was but it was too late, you had overstayed your welcome, now HE had found you. And cornered you into a fight with him which meant collateral damage.

The Beast was the 10 feet, horn bearing, monstrous looking threat that YOU had brought into this city, you knew he’d find you, so when he did arrive it was your fault that people were suffering the collateral damage of your fight. You knew that this had to end quickly but the Beast seemed to be stronger than the last time you fought. It didn’t help that you had been fighting him since the sun had gone down and you were very tired. Spells that once seemed to weaken it are doing next to nothing now.

Fighting in between buildings felt like a good idea at the time, since you were smaller than Beast, it naturally gave you more defensive options but now it was starting to look like you had blacked yourself into a corner.

He ripped a piece of asphalt from the ground like it was nothing and threw it at you, quickly you put up a shield spell but that didn’t kill the momentum that knocked into the side of a building. Your shield protected you from crashing into solid rock, instead you broke through it.

Coughing you pulled yourself out the ruble just in time to see a civilian passed out with a huge boulder on top of them and another from the ceiling hanging loose about to fall on top of them.

You quickly acted and yelled:

- Sredluob nrut ot selbbep - You watched as both, the one pinning them down and the one that was about to crush this innocent’s head turn to little rocks, no smaller than a coin. - Come on! We have to go! - you ushered them out of the hole you made in the building. Just as you made sure that this person wasn’t hurt and ran in the opposite direction from where you were headed. You heard Beast laugh.

- You really should not have stopped, your scent grows stronger everyday. And with my chances of getting you, grow everyday. - He started to gloat. 

- Stoor dnib mih won! - you spoke, so tired but you couldn’t stop. Roots came up from the ground and wrapped around his huge feet and monstrous arms halting his movements. - Etativel! - You said quickly as a way to give yourself some distance from the monster, floating up, quickly running out of time to come up with a plan

You needed to weaken the monster enough so your banishment spell could work but right now that looked impossible. You’d need to hit him with more spells than what you think your body can handle and then cast the spell that locks him away for a while, you think the strain would knock you out for a long time… You’d need a miracle, you need help, you need-

- Stoor worg snroht! - You hear a feminine voice say and the roots binding the beast start to grow thorns making the monster scream in agony as they start to draw blood. This is it! He’s distracted and bleeding. It’s your chance.

- Morf ym luos I hsinab uoy won! - You screamed, feeling the magic taking its toll on your soul as it always did. The Beast roared as it started to glow.

- You know this won’t hold me forever, your scent grows stronger as do I. I’ll be back sooner than you think. - He used his final moments in this plane to threaten you, and you knew he was telling the truth.

You should get out of here right now but your body had other ideas, completely drained from the fight you blacked out while in mid-air.

You woke inside an ambulance, a paramedic having just finished mending your arm that you didn’t even notice had been badly bruised during the fight. A woman with raven black hair and wearing a tuxedo was looking at you smiling. No paramedics were around, you assumed they were tending to the civilians your fight had injured

- That was quite the fall, you’re welcome for catching you. - She said

- I… Thank you. - You managed to say, your eyes focused on her face making you notice her crystal blue eyes. - Were you the one who..?

- Made the roots grow spikes? Yes I was! - She extended her hand - I’m Zatanna.

You accepted the hand, using it to pull yourself out of the ambulance.

- Y/N. I’ve never met another person who could wield magic like me. - Though you couldn’t say you had ever looked, always bouncing from town to town. Never staying for long enough to meet people.

- And I’ve never seen someone try and climb out of an ambulance with a broken arm and probably a concussion. - She started to usher you back to the vehicle. But you put some distance between her and you.

- I’ll be fine, I should leave. - You said. Already walking backwards toward an alley. - Thank you for the assist but he’ll be back soon.

- Then you should stay and help fight him. - She argued.

- I am helping. He follows me, it’s me that he wants. So if I go he has to start his search again and leave this town alone. - You explained, dreading the thought of leaving without figuring out what is so special about this place but you had caused enough damage.

- I can’t let you leave in that shape. - She followed you into the alley you had gone into.

You looked at the beautiful woman, gearing yourself for a fight you could not finish, you were drained after the banishment spell and your arm hurt like hell.

- Please let me help you, I have powerful friends and we can give you refreshments, medical help and a lot more fire power when the thing comes back. - She argued, putting her hands up.

You considered it, it made sense. Also you really wanted more time with this place (and this woman).

- Okay… - You said, missing the small smile Zatanna had on her face. - I’ll go with you, but I’m not staying long. You’ve seen what happens when he arrives.

- Of course, just until you’re better. - She got a little closer to you. - We’re going to go to one of the safehouses, nobody should be there. Are you ready? - She asked, bringing her hands down to her torso.

- Ready for wha- - You started but were cut off when she spoke.

- Tropelet su ot eht esuohefas! - Light started to surround you both as a glowing circle appeared underneath you two, and gone in flash you saw yourself standing in what looked like a warehouse that had been turned into a living space;  you saw beds lined up with their headrest against the wall, on the other side you saw what looked like a supercomputer in a corner displaying the Justice League symbol on it. Other than that there were a couple of boxes stacked in a corner, there was a fridge and other appliances on what looked like a second floor. 

- Oh, teleportation - You said almost losing your balance. - That’s cool, I didn’t know that was possible.

- Anything is possible. - She smiles and steadies you. - You just gotta want it. - She says softly while holding you, you could steady yourself and move away, but you don’t want to. It feels nice to have her close.

- So, you want to show me arou- - Pain, you felt indescribable pain in your core and suddenly you weren’t in the warehouse anymore. You were floating in a dark space seeing only wisps of purple go around you.

The pain had stopped and was instead replaced by confusion, there was no sound except your heartbeat, you felt yourself floating as if inside a pool with no ground beneath you or anything for miles.

- You. - You heard a voice say, you couldn’t tell where it came from. But you could tell who it was from.

- Beast. - You grumbled lowly, your voice echoing, the purple wisps around you moving as you tried to orient yourself. - Is this your place? I expected more fire and brimstone. - You couldn’t see him but you could make him mad.

- I know not where you are Y/N but know this: - Wait, he couldn't see you? So maybe you weren’t in the same place. - Your victory won’t last long, I am almost getting free and when I leave my prison, nothing will stop me from getting you. I’ll finally be satisfied. - There he goes again, talking about you like you’re some kind of sandwich.

- Yeah, over my dead body. Now why don’t you show yourself and tell me how you did this. - You clenched your fists and started to spin on this void to try and catch a glimpse of him. - I really didn’t think you lived inside an emo’s tesla ball.

- What do you mean? - He sounded confused. - You’re not in my sanctum?

- I… You have no idea how you’re able to talk to me. Do you? - That wasn’t good, that means that either you did something or… - Wait, did you hear tha- - And then pain, not in your core but in your head this time. A headache that felt like someone was splitting your head in half with an ax. Your fingernails dug into your scalp as you screamed helplessly into the void.

While in your agonized state of pain staring into the void you saw flashes before your eyes, vision of something. A giant shining ankh, a man stepping through it wearing a golden helmet, another flash and you saw Zatanna looking down at you with a warm smile, another flash and she was now looking fierce, a bleeding cut on her forehead as she ran at you, her hand glowing with magic. The last flash was of Beast with a vicious look in his eyes as he finally had what most wanted in the universe. The last thing you saw was the golden helmet in front of your face, you stared deep into its eye holes and felt a message reverberating through your body: You have to let go! it said. The last part kept repeating inside your mind, adding to the chorus of pain was a repeating LetGoLetGoLetGoLetGoLetGO!. After that, the pain became too much, making you pass out from the pain, floating in this space that you had no idea how you ended up there.

You woke up not in the void, but on a bed with Zatanna looking down at you wearing that same warm smile as from that vision you had. Beside her was a green woman with red hair with her hands extended above your body and head.

Upon seeing this strange new woman you shot up from the bed, Zatanna’s smile being replaced with a concern as she said.

- It’s okay! She’s a friend. - She said placing her hands on your shoulder to keep you from getting up too fast. She waited until you calmed down enough, never breaking eye contact, before speaking again. - This is M’Gann, she’s my friend and a telepath. I called her when you dropped to the floor screaming and holding your head, I got really worried when you suddenly stopped. But she assured me you were fine. - She finished telling the story.

You looked at M’Gann, and really took in her appearance. She looked familiar but you couldn't place it until she clarified.

- My uncle is the Martian Manhunter. - She said, and you let out an audible ��oh’ so now the Justice League knows about you, great.

- You were worried? - You asked Zatanna, she nodded. - We don’t even really know each other.

- I know enough. - She replied.

- Me too! - M’Gann said quickly. - Sorry, I just got a look into your head and… Well to find out what had happened I had to dig deep. - She looked at you with sorrowful eyes and you hear in your head I’m really sorry for everything that happened to you.

You brushed her apology aside and asked.

- So did you find out what happened?

- Yes, I believe the reason I couldn’t wake you until now was because… - She got a look of her face like she was trying to decide on how to phrase it. - Your… Consciousness was somewhere else, it was like your mind had gone away for a while and that left your body confused and hurting.

- So my mind got kidnapped? - M’Gann shrugged.

- That’s the best way to explain it. - She looked at her phone, then at Zatanna. - Z I’m sorry I can’t stay longer but I have to go back home, it was very nice to see you. - She hugged Zatanna which gave you a ping of jealousy but you didn’t know why.

- I understand, I’m glad you were able to come in such short notice, say hi to everyone for me. - M’Gann nodded and left the warehouse, leaving you two alone.

- Thanks, again… For getting some help to pull me out of that. - You say looking down to the ground, feeling a little embarrassed at how many times you passed out in front of this woman.

- Anytime. - You notice her pursing her lips and saying. - If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?

You let out a big sigh to collect your thoughts before telling her everything, omitting the visions you had of her. You noticed her brows furrowing when you mentioned the man wearing the golden helmet.

- You know the man that wears the golden helmet don’t you?

- Yes, and if he’s involved… - She got a look of worry on her face for a second before shaking it off. - Anyway, until we get confirmation on this- - You interrupted her.

- Woah, woah, woah. What do you mean we?

- Well, you seem to be being chased by an interdimensional monster and you have the attention of Dr. Fate. I’m not letting you out of my sight. - She said with a beautiful white smile that it took you a second to snap out of it.

- Exactly! There’s a giant monster after me. If I stay I’m endangering everyone. - It broke your heart to have to leave without figuring out what it is about this city that pulled you to it.

- And we’ll fight it - She put a hand on your shoulder - I’ll help you fight it. I can see you’ve been battling this thing alone for a long time, let me help. - You looked into her eyes expecting to see just someone who was doing this just because they feel they have to, but you didn’t see it. Instead you saw a genuine want to help.

- Alright. - You sighed out, not noticing the way her lips curved up into a smile because you turned around to grab your stuff. - First things first, where exactly are we? - You turned to her.

- Oh that’s easy we’re in- - She was cut off by the giant, glowing ankh symbol that had appeared next to you two making a loud ‘boom’ sound. - What the? Oh. - She sounded displeased - It’s him.

- Him who..? - You started but that soon became obvious when a figure emerged from the symbol.

- Y/N L/N - He said stepping out of the giant ankh portal - I am Doctor Fate, voice of the lords of order on this planet, and You have upset the balance in this world. You must come with me.

This was him, this was the figure from your vision. Only real and… Wait, was that a threat?

[thevoidstaredback]

Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

[savanir]

DP x DC ficlet

is it even a ficlet anymore, this thing has gotten incredibly out of hand...

So a while back I saw this

and I picked the Green Lantern one and then just kinda wrote a full fic so...

It had been a good party, official yes but despite that still festive enough and with just a bittersweet hint. as all good meaningful parties should be like, unless you’re looking to get absolutely shitfaced.

But hey Rowan deserved a proper sendoff for making it to this point and not dying in the process. Hal is going to miss the old pilot though.

"Hal, I got something for you, before I forget"

"Hm, what is it"

The old man puts a small intricate glass model of a f16 fighter in his hand.

"Back when I started I was given this for good luck and protection"

Rowan presses it down firmly and stands there all official like "may it grant you both as it did for me"

They both stand there for a second before laughing.

“Feel free to shelf the whole luck thing, what’s really important is skill and experience. Still, knowing you, you can definitely use the protection ”

Hal grins, "Thanks, I'll keep close"

"You better, the sentimental value is sky high" Rowan slaps his shoulder with another laugh.

Good lord what a dork.

The old retiring pilot wasn't paying attention, too caught up in everything else but Hal saw the faint and brief green hue coming from his hand.

In a panic he slammed his other hand over top. Completely missing the quietly whispered "protect"

Too busy cussing out his ring in his head, he swears that thing is trying to out him on purpose sometimes.

This time it wasn't the ring though, so it's a good thing it's an inanimate object and can't be upset at how wrong Hal is being right now.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah! Let's get back to the others"

The evening ends uneventfully.

---

It's really only until quite a bit later that things start to happen.

"Green lantern" its batman's business voice.

Both Hal and John look up.

"Jordan" ah shit.

"I'll catch you up later" and he leaves Hal behind, traitor.

"What's up spooky"

"You need to update your file, it is missing critical information, and on that note I wasn’t aware that the lantern suits grant you intangibility now"

"I... what..? It doesn't? What are you talking about spooks"

"Hrn" Batman pulls up a screen and shows him footage of the latest fight, in it you can clearly see something was supposed to hit Hal but went right through him "You're telling me you didn't know or notice this?"

Hal just looks kinda sick. That would have been a bad hit and he just straight up didn't even notice.

Batman just kind of silently looks at him and he must have come to some conclusion because the next thing Hal knows this comes out of his mouth.

"I've already ran your blood through the lab, it's not a sudden emergence of a meta gene so it's either from the lantern corps or you've otherwise externally been affected by something that's causing this"

Hal closes his eyes and internally counts to ten, it doesn't help.

Batman takes his silence to mean he can keep talking. The man is on an unusual roll. Hal would have been ecstatic if he didn't hate the topic quite so much.

"It would have been best if it had something to do with your ring however you seem to be completely unaware and I've also noted that the green of your ring and the green glow that comes with the density shifting are different"

He has examples with corresponding color codes, Hal is so tired.

“let's set a time frame…” Batman pulls up some documents and graph on the screen “seeing as you are unaware of this development I will set the starting point of this potential change as of now to right after the last time you have been known to be hit in a fight and before the first known instance of you being able to density shift, that leaves us with a full month.”

Hal really, really does not want to be here anymore.

“In this month you have not gone off planet so whatever caused this is on Earth” Batman pauses for a moment, “has anything significant happened during that time that springs to mind now?”

“no, nothing significant has happened during that time, frankly it’s been a very pleasant uneventful four weeks in which I finally managed to catch a break and it figures something crazy has apparently happened anyway”

Hal rubs his face with both hands, “but right now I couldn’t tell you what, anyway, does this have to be a bad thing? I for one am very glad that hit didn’t actually land”

“So far only Superman has had the privilege of having sudden emergence of new powers work out for him” Batman huffs, “it would be best to monitor this carefully, if anything springs to mind do not hesitate to inform me, the sooner this is figured out the better”

“awww you do care” Hal is using humor cope, sadly it’s Batman, so it’s not very effective.

“Jordan” now Batman sounds tired, he’s not the one with random surprise density shifting, Hal understand that Spooky’s crippling chronic paranoia must be exhausting but right now he’s the one freaking out considering this is apparently not a meta gene related development, it would have been so much easier if it was, oh and about that, just how and when did Batman get his blood exactly? he would like to know now.

---

sadly he does not get to know now. or anytime soon (or ever). it’s chaos right after, because of course it is.

knocked out of the sky and lying amongst the rubble, if their enemy spots him he’s in bigger shit than he already is, but he can’t fucking move and the next thing he knows he’s invisible.

and there is just nothing enjoyable about it.

Barry doesn’t know that though, “that was something else, just one moment and schwup and you were just gone, some sort of green lantern light bending? he looked right through you, thank god he did too” 

shit shit, “no that was..." it was like he just ceased to exist, movies and books and whatever other media always depicts it as such a cool thing but frankly it was terrifying. And he would prefer things that are terrifying not to happen to him, for obvious reasons, “honestly actually it’s complicated, stealth tech” Grade A bullshit.

“well it’s awesome”

“it was useful just now but not really my style you know” 

Barry slings his arm over Hal’s shoulder and gives him a one armed hug, “everything worked out” Hal can feel some tension flow out of his friend, “well! better get busy cleaning this mess up” and with a blink he’s gone.

Hal does not want to talk about this with Batman, but knowing him, he probably already knows anyway, it would be less of a headache to go to him than have him go to Hal. 

Hal wants to enjoy whatever this is, he really does, but he doesn’t know what caused this, he doesn’t know what triggers the new abilities or whatever they are, he doesn’t know what effects this shit is going to have in the future, he just doesn’t know anything, normally he doesn’t mind not knowing some things, he’s fine leaving the knowing to the people better suited for the more complicated knowing, but he would very much like to know more about this please.

---

Then they face off against an enemy and in the process Hal drains his ring completely and the next hit is going to be bad, so what will happen? Will he somehow go intangible again? Turn invisible and use the confusion to evade and attack?

No

Apparently this time he just gets a glowing green dome shield. Something very normal for him to have and use, if only it came out of his ring that is.

Nobody notices that something is wrong, nobody besides Batman that is.

"That's three new abilities that only appear during life threatening situations"

Hal has actually seriously gone over that month by now, but nothing, no answers. He's physically fine, mentally a little damaged but nothing new there, they all are. Every test he begrudgingly went through answered nothing. He was fine. Whatever was going on actually had nothing to do with him.

And at the same time it had everything to do with him because this is only happening to him.

As usual (by now) he takes out his little glass fighter jet and runs his thumb over the wings. It is soothing strangely enough. Like a stim toy.

"The last thing to try is a thorough examination by someone from the justice league dark"

Hal groans, magic, ok then, "Alright let's get this over with. Who knows maybe I'm just haunted"

It turns out he’s not haunted, this is a good thing... supposedly, Well let’s just say that Hal would have not minded being haunted or something if that meant it could be fixed, or just explained.

It doesn’t really need to be fixed, whatever this is has been very helpful after all, but he would do basically anything for an explanation right about now.

“you are not haunted or otherwise magically compromised, but I do sense faint traces of energy from the infinite realms” Zatanna is a godsent, finally something to work with.

“from the who whats?” Hal is worried, the occult field is definitely not his area of expertise. He's a space cop, not a space demonhunter… oh that would be pretty cool though, with like a hood and twin cyber crossbows, maybe he should incorporate that somehow.

“the infinite realms… have you recently been in touch with any death related realities?”

Well there was that time when he got booted to the death universe and he died and then he was a black lantern but he got better, that’s all very much very behind him.

She better not be about to tell him that stuff still has lingering consequences.

oh god dammit that’s exactly what is going on isn’t it?

"How recently?"

"In the past week?"

"Oh, no" Hal would have known if that was the case, death stuff tends to be hard to ignore.

Zatanna frowns, that's probably not a good sign.

"But you said I'm not compromised right?" Right now what Hal wants to know the most is if this is changing him. Cause it tends to be bad for him when that's the case.

"No this is just lingering traces of something or someone else using their powers near you"

???!!??!?

"What are the infinite realms?" oh hey there Batman, was wondering when you would show up again.

"It's the afterlife, or... more like a collection of all afterlives. The infinite realms is very literal in their naming. It is home to powerful dead entities. As a general rule magic users are discouraged from interacting with it.

"Hrn"

"What did you say happened to you so far Hal?"

"Uhm, density shifting, invisibility and then a green dome-like shield, a lot like my own energy constructs"

"that sounds like pretty standard stuff for a realms being"

"Soooo what, did one leave the afterlife and decide to follow me around or something?"

"I cannot conclusively say, I can only say that you've been close to one using its abilities"

Batman folds his arms over his chest, "We shouldn’t form theories on these findings alone, Zatanna are these realm beings dangerous?"

"Hard to say, they come in all manner of forms, some small and harmless and others on the level of world destroying gods."

Great great great, awesome, well it’s probably safe to say that whatever decided to stick around Hal isn’t small and harmless, cause small and harmless doesn’t sound strong enough to casually turn him intangible or invisible… he could be wrong though.

“I do advise caution, beings from the infinite realms also have the ability to possess someone, they call it overshadowing”

Batman’s lips thin and Hal tenses up, mind control of any kind is always awful.

“I’ll place a ward on you, as a precaution” energy starts to gather in her hands.

Batman moves for the door, “we might need to look into a way to force this being to reveal itself, it would be best if we could convince it to return to their realm”

“Well I mean-” Hal starts, “like I get that, but they have been a great help so far” 

“they are a security risk”

“I’m just saying, I am grateful that they kept me from being confined to the medical wing for who even knows how long, who knows they might just be shy, wouldn’t it be better to convince them to become our ally, like Deadman. instead of telling them to leave. just cause we don’t understand how they work yet doesn’t mean they are bad and should be booted out of our reality”

Batman narrows his eyes at Hal and turns to Zatanna who is finished with placing the ward on Hal, “Zatanna please send me all you have on the infinite realms, I will do my own research” and with that he sweeps out of the room, very dramatic.

“Ass” Hal whispers under his breath.

“He’s worried”

“well he’s being a dick about it, as usual” Hal’s fingers find his little plane once again “... hey do you think they could communicate through one of those oejah boards?”

Zatanna snorts, “it’s Ouija- and please don’t”

---

No information from the JLD has been useful so far in coaxing the realms being to reveal themselves and for the most part things just go on as usual.

“Whoever they are, they followed me when I went off planet and it might just be my imagination but I had a feeling that their stuff was a lot more… potent? out there? I don’t know it was kinda strange, it just felt stronger”

“but they didn’t reveal themselves to you?”

“nope, they must know that I know now too, so they have decided to just… go on as they always have I guess”

“hrn” Batman is leafing through files, because of this whole mess he’s uncovered hidden government organizations targeting occult entities as well as inhumane laws that stand directly opposed to the meta protection acts.

Why is he working with paper regarding this matter? Well it turns out there is a infinite realms being that can possess electronica and it was only because of the protections the JLD had put in place on the Watchtower that the entity didn’t overtake it in its entirety.

Watching Constantine freak out had been mildly entertaining but Zatanna had once again reminded Batman to be very careful, Batman had begrudgingly admitted he had made a slight misstep while digging for answers… in his head, not out loud, god forbid.

“this whole thing is turning out a lot bigger than we thought huh, good thing we are dealing with it now” Hal stretches his arms above his head, “anyway I am going to go grab something to eat”

“the rapport-” Batman doesn’t bother looking at him.

“yeah yeah” Hal doesn’t either while walking out of the room, dismissively flicking his hand, “don’t worry about it spooky”

Hal takes his little plane out on the way to the cafeteria and fiddles with it in his hand, once there he puts it on the table next to Barry before getting himself something to eat.

They catch up, Hal complains (bitches) about Batman, others come and go, Zatanna quickly checks up on the ward she placed which makes Barry raise an eyebrow at Hal, “Ghost protection”

“... no such thing”

Zatanna glares.

Hal can see them both gearing up to start the magic is just science we haven’t fully scienced out yet argument again, “alright! I’m full” he stands up, “if you need me I’ll be writing that rapport, later” and gets the hell out of there.

It’s when he has just reached his preferred spot to work on the boring paperwork stuff when the alarms go off throughout what he can only imagine must probably be the entire Watchtower.

It seems like something triggered all of the JLD’s defenses in one go.

Impressive, but also very worrying.

The rapport is going to have to wait.

People are gathering in the meeting room and Batman is already taking the lead, “status”

“as of a couple minutes ago there was a build up of as of yet unknown energy which then burst in the cafeteria knocking out Flash” Martian Manhunter says, “Zatanna says we are most likely dealing with another being from the infinite realms”

Superman groans, this means he’s out.

It’s a good thing they now have defenses against overshadowing though. Being effectively trapped in a space station (because currently the thing is on lockdown) where literally anyone could suddenly actually be the enemy is the kind of situation a whole slew of horror movies like to be about.

“We will need to be extremely careful while finding and then dealing with this entity”

It has certainly been quite some time since the Watchtower got directly hit like this.

Hal pulls out his little plane.

or, he would, if he still had it.

thoroughly distracted now he suddenly realizes it’s no longer on his person.

Spooky is probably not going to like it if during the infinite realms attacker hunt he takes the opportunity to look around for his missing little fighter jet.

well what he doesn’t know won’t harm him.

His plan of looking for the plane while looking for the ghost is working out well enough.

In fact it is working out so good that he finds both at the same time.

At that point Hal had started wondering if maybe Barry had picked it up for him at the cafeteria before the attack happened and that the little thing was now in the medical wing with him. 

That turned out to clearly not be the case once he found the tiny thing glowing green and floating in the middle of the hallway.

“alright ghosty, that’s really important to me and I would like it back undamaged”

the tiny plane turned to now point directly at him, hmm, yeah that's not creepy at all.

 “... please don’t launch yourself at me” he foolishly says which of course means that’s exactly what it does next.

He uses his ring to construct a net with a pillow inside to catch the tiny jet, completely forgetting that it’s overshadowed and can thus easily just go intangible and right through his creations.

Instead it hits him square in the chest, rather painfully he might add and then just stops glowing and drops, making Hal scramble to not have it fall and shatter in a million tiny pieces on the ground.

immediately all the sensors stop detecting the presence of a realms being and the alarms die down.

Whatever was in the Watchtower has left the building.

or…

Hal looks down at the tiny plane in his hands, his talisman of protection and has a sinking feeling in his gut.

“Hey there little guy, might want to explain yourself?” he says to the tiny jet.

It vibrates in his hands.

“... yeah I figured, shit”

---

“I say just smash the bloody thing and be done with it, preferably that takes care of it once and for all” Constantine glares down at the tiny jet.

Hal is almost halfway over the table to shield the little thing, covering it from Constantine’s sight with his hand, “don’t you dare” he growls.

“it would be best for everyone involved, for all we known you could have gone full liminal what with how long you’ve been carrying the blasted thing around”

Zatanna is going over the little thing with her own magic, “it’s trapped”

“In that case just straight up trying to murder it would be the worst thing to do” Hal glares at Constantine some more. Who clearly doesn’t give a shit, figures, all stressed out about dealing with things from the infinite realms but whenever he feels he has the upper hand he’s more than happy to go full nuclear.

“it would be best if we had a way of figuring out their intentions” Batman looks down at the tiny jet impassively.

“Well, another reason to just carefully release this creature instead” Hal responds.

Zatanna’s magic fades away, “I would say that the fact it’s been protecting Hal for as long as he has it is a positive sign”

“hrn, but now it has gone and knocked Flash out, so what does that say” Batman huffs, “it’s too risky”

“Constantine and I will set up everything we can so it won’t be able to escape or try anything dangerous” Zatanna stops looking at Batman and turns back to the tiny plane, “if it turns out to be malicious we could simply banish it back to the realms, killing it would be rather stupid, we do not know what kind of connections it might have within the realms, we might accidentally anger something far worse with such a rash act”

Constantine groans but accepts Zatanna’s reasoning, Batman nods as well.

It’s only then that Hal moves out of the way.

Any plans of attack or banishment fly right out of the window once the two magic users are done and a young boy manifests from the tiny fighter jet.

Hal pushes Constantine aside to get to the boy’s side.

“Jordan, are you insane! Get back here!” 

“Hey, kid, can you hear me? please open your eyes, slowly, take your time” 

Batman has also moved forward much to Constantine’s frustration. Don't these two morons get that their protections won’t do shit if you just casually stroll into the circle?

Batman is mostly concerned in being able to step in should the boy prove to be a hostile entity anyway, but at the same time… well, that’s a child.

The boy kind of dazedly opens his eyes, looks at Hal and then seems to become aware of his own arms and hands, after opening and closing those a couple times he looks back at Hal and lets out a breath that can only be described as relieved and promptly passes out into him.

Well, Hal figures that settles it then. He doesn’t know shit about looking after a kid, and definitely not one who is probably quite dead, but this one is his, back off Batman.

they all startle rather violently when rings of blinding white light pass over the boy and suddenly the kid in Hal’s arms is a bit warmer and seems to have a sluggish pulse and also his clothes are different and his hair is now black and-

Hal is up and moving towards the medical wing before his mind catches back up with him. He can hear Batman behind him, it seems like Constantine and Zatanna aren’t moving after him as fast.

Well anyway his life is already so goddamn weird, this might as well happen.

[erinwantstowrite]

"can't Zatanna send Peter back?" for purposes of this fic, no, no one can, because uhhhhhh comic book reasons. yeah :3

[ledesaid]

"This time was better◄►♪◄►"

Sitting in front of the remains of the Titans' Tower, two figures witnessed what was left of the world they lost at the hands of Darkseid.

— So... this is the end, right?

— Yes, completely.

— The end, that end, the permanent one?

— Yes... That one.

— Does it always end like this?

— This time was better than others, Billy.

— How?

— This time you didn't die.

— Do I die a lot?

— Quite a lot, kid. Much more than is healthy.

— Can we see Zatanna when this is over?

— ...

— Mr. Constantine?

— Sure, kid. I was just thinking about Zee and eternity.

— Mr. Constantine...

— Yes?

— It's that light, isn't it?

— Yes, it is.

— It looks like a giant wave.

— It always does...

— Is it going to hurt?

— It happens so fast you won't feel it.

— Can you give me a hug?

— Of course, son. Just... close your eyes.

— See you soon, dad.

— See you soon, son.

The next time the wizard opens his eyes, he knows his punishment continues. The slate has been wiped clean, and it hurts a lot to start writing again...

[sapphiccyranodebergerac]

time to scream into the void about a fanfic i have not written and fear i will not write. i wish i were like better at writing because i have a dick grayson whole ass storyline like super long fleshed out in my brain but cannot put it down anywhere like ERG

basically it involves zatanna and dick taking in raven and they have a little found family in bludhaven. and zatanna trains raven and HSHEYYEYDY so many things maybe i just like need to fucking write it and not care if it’s bad

and also like dick coming to terms with his relationship with bruce and being nightwing versus robin versus batman and it’s like yayyy found family but also emotional damage. i personally don’t super go for the golden retriever manwhore characterization of dick that lots of ppl go for, (no shade to those ppl who do tho) but i personally like my dick a little more unhinged and traumatized and trying to be funny and jovial despite but also fearing he’s turning into bruce and like yeah

[graveyardgremlins]

I'm writting a DPXDC fanfic, which is Constantine centric and sorta trying to mimic the vibes from Hellblazer. So far it's just him pinning and yearning and feeling more guilt than the average catholic, while reseaching weird things that have been happening (It's Danny).

I'm going to do some small, background Dead on Main because I love them. There is going to be a little of Constantine/Zatanna, but they don't get together.

I'm thinking of calling it What thing worthy of love can be found in me? Thoughts?

[superbat-is-king]

Well now, hold on a second, I don’t read every chapter of WFA, but nobody told me they had Chalant and Superbat crumbs!!

Rude.

[ao3sbatfamily]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43230027/chapters/108656460

This one made me very aapekennenrnwbebrnrnebwnwnamme yknow

This was a wonderful way to spend a sick day!

'Those Unseen (Death Speaker)' by Erica45

Author: @scottish-purple-shrubbery

Shifting slightly, Tim cocked his head, birdlike, towards the other figure in the alley. "It's done. The trial was yesterday; he won't be hurting anyone else."

The woman released a shaky sigh, one filled with relief. "Thank you, Red."

A gentle smile crossed his lips. "You're welcome. Are you going to rest?"

She tilted her head skywards, exposing the dark purple ring on her skin that was a demented necklace. Perhaps she was searching for the stars long lost to this particular city. 

"I think I might be able to now," she admitted with a chuckle and a little smile. Looking back down at him, it stretched into something half apologetic and half satisfied. "Take care of yourself, Red Robin."

The vigilante nodded in acknowledgement. He watched as her thin form flickered with a bright light before winking out. 

He was alone in the alley, standing next to a divot in the pavement. In his mind's eye, he could clearly see the body that had once been left there. It was long gone, and finally, so was the woman's spirit. After months of being stuck, she could move on.

[cyb-by-lang]

Chapter summary: Kei is in space! If not for everything else going on, she might even appreciate it.

It got longer again. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

(CW: discussion of child death and violence against children. It happened back during early CYB, to which Naruto's general tone and use of child soldiers applies.)

[dcfanficsgallore]

T'nod eb diarfa.

Zatanna x Ice powers!GN!Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, chasing, not being able to scream, mention of demonic ritual, mention of bad parental figure, helplessness, HURT/comfort.

Ghiacciolo = Icicle

960 words

Masterlist

Summary: You have a terrible nightmare and wake up feeling distressed. Fortunately your girlfriend is there to cheer you up and make you feel loved.

A/N: My first request done! Thank you so much for the request friend! This should hopefully serve as an example of what happens when people request :3 Hope it's not too dark in the beginning.

You were running, the streets were echoing with your footsteps, no one was around and all the buildings were dark. The question of where anybody was fell to the back of your mind as your panic of not escaping your pursuer thumped in your skull. 

Your breathing was becoming ragged and sporadic, you felt your shoulders tightening before you saw a shadow move behind you. Looking back you saw no one, taking a right into an alley you thought would make whoever was chasing you have to show themselves. 

Your powers… Were working? Right? You felt your hands warm instead of the normal cold but that was fine, that happened all the time in the warm weather! But… The wind was chilly in your face and the nighttime clouds were blocking out what little light there was in this alleyway. Running through it, your heart was beating faster than ever… That couldn’t be… A wall? But you saw the street not a few seconds ago! No, no, no, no… The person chasing you must have known, that’s why they hadn’t shown themselves.

While you thought that, you reached the wall that spelled out your doom, you were going to touch it when something made you turn around. A shadow, larger than you or the buildings that trapped you inside this dark box. You wanted to scream, you had to scream, but your voice was only a whisper. 

You tried to focus on the figure, it looked… Familiar, was it…? No, it couldn’t be. He was dead, you looked him in the eyes as the demons dragged his screaming body into the depths of the underworld.

- Child. - Your father spoke, his voice echoing and bouncing between the walls and reaching your ears. This man was not here, it was impossible. 

After years of him trying to get your powers into him. Your father, attempted something you wouldn’t have wished upon anybody, he had attempted to rip your soul from your body and cast it down into the underworld where then he would’ve been free to do whatever he wanted with your body to extract your metamutation.

It was only by the efforts of Zatanna and the other members of the Justice League Dark, they were able to stop your father before your soul was banished from this realm. Unfortunately the demons were not going to go back empty handed, since your father was the one holding the cursed book the hellspawn latched onto their anchor like piranhas to a wounded animal. His screams and pleas to take you instead of him still kept you up at night.

All that crossed your mind as you watched the man who was supposed to love and care for your well-being walk slowly towards you, knife in hand like he was ready to take his revenge right here and now.

You brought your hands up and tried to launch your ice rays to his feet but instead all came out of your hands a slow and steady dribble of water.

- No. - You whispered

- Yes. - He replied, a grin on his face you could hear in the silence of the night.

- No, no, no, get away. - You pleaded in your hushed voice - Someone help me.

- No one is coming to help you. - His voice grated your ears.

- No, that’s not true - You said as he started to sprint towards you. - Help me, please, someone HELP- You woke up with a start. - me?

It was a dream, a nightmare actually, and you were now sitting up looking at your girlfriend’s worried face. Zatanna lightly touched your shoulders, getting your attention.

You threw yourself at her, crying.

- I had the dream again. - You said between sobs

- Mi ghiacciolo… - She whispered the nickname patting your back to make you feel better. - You’re okay now. We’re together.

As you began to calm down you opened your eyes and looked at the dark room, it was… Snowing? Inside?

- Oh Zee, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… - You started to apologize before Zatanna pulled back and smiled that mischievous smile that she knew made you blush.

- No need to be sorry baby, this just means I get to cuddle you harder now. - Slowly you two began to lay down again and she assumed her position as the little spoon and pulled the covers over you two. - Do you want to… Talk about it?

- Not really. - This has been a recurring dream every few nights since she rescued you. - What were you dreaming about?

Zatanna started telling you about her dream, seemed as energetic and lovely as the woman talking to you. But after a moment she stopped and hmmd.

- Hmm - She said, looking around at all the snowflakes starting to fall.

- What is it, Zee? - You looked down at her laying on your chest, she looked up and smiled.

- I think I need visuals for this. - She said with determination. - Yreve ekalfwons sllet a yrots

With the spell uttered you watched in amazement as the snowflakes floated up to the ceiling and began to play a shadow puppet-like little theater as your girlfriend told the tale.

You hugged her tight and pulled the covers up to be as warm as possible while her crazy dream played out in your ceiling. Her voice, with a slight rasp from sleep and with a bit of the italian accent she hid during the day, lulled you into sleep. 

Zatanna looked up when your breathing evened out and you started to lightly snore.

- I hope I can be there when every nightmare happens. - She whispered, the snowflakes beginning to descend and float out the crack in the window. Zatanna kissed your cheek, praying that you could rest, before succumbing to her own sleep as well.

[rainbowfish3iswriting]

HIHIHIHI I JUST CAME BY FROM PETER GRAYSON. I AN LOSING UT OVER PETER BEING BOTHA. LITERAL BABY BUT STILL CONSCIOUS. LIKE JONN. BRO. HE COULDA ENDED HIS WHOLE LIFE FR.

lovING how you’re introducing his memories and old universe too!!!

only question: if Zatanna or Constantine were to meet him, would they sense anything? like universal traces, reincarnation, etc? or have they met him and i somehow already forgot?

Sorry for the late reply I had to think about this.

I’m so happy you love my work!! ❤️❤️❤️

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t fully understand Zatanna and Constantine’s powers. So whatever I say here can change if I ever decide to have them appear in the series. (Because I’ll do research on their powers and stuff)

For Constantine, he definitely will sense Peter’s past life. He probably wouldn’t say anything about it unless he was asked about it.

Zatanna on the other hand would say something about it to Dick. Something that important shouldn’t be kept from him if it involves his son.

[kazuko-stuff]

Kinda wondering if I should do YJ girls x reader watching twilight together for girls night and chaos ensures

[erinwantstowrite]

fanfiction is incredible. right now i'm trying to write a character i know next to nothing about, for a single scene, and realizing i have no idea what's going on. who the fuck hangs out with zatanna? i don't fucking know. i'm gonna put together the most random line up of heroes for this mission because i can do what i want

[remarcely]

Nico Trades Mythomagic Cards For A Mans Life- Remarcely AO3 [DC x PJO Fanfic]

Hidden in the shadows of his father’s throne, Nico watched the argument with faint amusement. There had been a new soul joining the long line for judgement in the underworld, only to be snatched away by another pantheon. In the chase to get it back- Hades fought up and down he held the right to the man’s soul- more and more people with claims to one John Constantine’s soul appeared. There were gods, angels, even a few demons.

After the fifth uninvited guest to the courtroom, Hades had given up and sat back to watch the turmoil unfold. He was well aware his son stood behind him, he could hear him sniggering under his breath, and sighed. He gestured for him to approach closer.

Nico took a step forward and loomed behind him “Father?” He mumbled softly.

“This is a mess.” Hades huffed.

“I think the demon Trigon is going to punch that angel.” Nico mused, struggling to hide the grin growing on his face “If they damage the throne room, I believe Persephone might knock them both down herself.”

It wasn’t an ill-made prediction, Persephone was stood at the bottom of the steps glaring at the crowd with her hands on her hips. Nico winced in momentary sympathy for the rabble; he’d been on the end of her wrath before.

“Hm,” Hades hummed in agreement “Have you been watching the soul?”

Nico followed his father’s line of sight to where a half-transparent man in a long light brown trench coat sat on the floor, cross-legged, looking far too pleased with himself. Constantine was turning his head back and forth between the two loudest arguers of the crowd, stifling laughter behind his fist. Nico tilted his head in thought. The man didn’t seem unnerved- he’d planned this.

“Father, is it possible to sell your soul to more than one being?”

Hades tapped his knee absent mindedly and frowned “You believe that is what this spirit has done?”

“He is smiling, father.” Nico nodded at the spirit, who’d looked away from the fight long enough to spot him. The man stared back, eyes narrowed in suspicion, and chuffed out a laugh “This would be funny if we were not the ones dealing with it, I will give him that, though he’ll cause further trouble if he remains in your domain.”

“I doubt their squabbling will end for the next decade, they’re worse than your uncles.” The latter half was grumbled under Hades’ breath with an eye roll.

Constantine had maintained eye contact with Nico, gaze flickering from the sword on his hip to his graphic tee. In some strange way, Nico supposed he stuck out like a sore thumb among the mystical crowd with his regular human clothes.

“What would it take for someone to take the soul?”

“Complete ownership. Though, I doubt anyone would be mad enough to barter with them-” Hades waved out a hand in front of him “For their contracts. They’d have to be offered something of equal exchange.”

“Huh.”

-

It should be put in the history books that while demons are notoriously hard to negotiate with, angels are undoubtedly larger pricks.

They are also quite gullible when it comes to mortal ‘powers’ and it was ridiculously easy to convince them Mythomagic cards were magical artifacts. Nico could feel his fathers’ eyes on him as he bargained. He hadn’t tried to stop him when he’d pitched his idea, only smiled and nodded.

By the time the hall was cleared out, the soul of John Constantine was yawning- unusual, seeing as he was dead and all. Nico offered him a hand up, which he took gratefully, and slid the contracts into his jeans back pocket.

“John Constantine,” The man grinned and shook Nico’s hand before letting it go “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Nico Di Angelo. It’s nice to meet you, I own your soul now.”

“Yeah?” John hid his unease well, stuffing his shaky hands in the pockets of his trousers “What do you plan to do with it?”

“Well,” Nico turned around to meet his fathers’ eyes “Constantine is hardly any use to us if he’s dead, is he?”

Hades sighed a weary sigh and hid his face in one of his hands, one of his many rings catching a glint of light from the torches “Son, if you want to raise the dead you should know better to do it away from my gaze.”

“Hypothetically.”

The god groaned “Just take him wherever you wish to go, he’s your responsibility now.” Hades rose from the throne and left the hall, Persephone moving to join him and looping her arm through his “Why couldn’t he ask for a hell hound or something reasonable?”

“So, laddie.” John sauntered forward to stand next to the kid “Where to?”

-

The corpse had been moved to the medical wing upon the teams return to the Watch Tower. A solemn silence had settled across the Justice League like a suffocating blanket ever since the magician had died. He’d been breaking a curse on their mission, but something had gone wrong and the recoil killed him- sending him flying straight into the brick wall head first. He’d died on impact, a small mercy.

Superman stayed with the body, having had carried it back himself. Zatanna had walked away from the group the moment they got there, hair hanging over her face to cover her red watery eyes. Wonder Woman had gone after her as the rest took their seats at their table for the most miserable debrief in the history of the JLA.

Batman solemnly talked, hands gripping the arms of his chair, and tried not to waver on his words. He was growing closer to the dreaded topic of Constantine’s death- and from the looks of the faces around the table everyone was aware of that- when he paused. From where he sat, he could see the shadow Aquamans chair cast against the wall behind him, as he had seen near every day for over a year. With Arthurs stiff posture, he instantly recognised when the shadow unnaturally rippled and began to move.

“Batman?” Green Lantern leaned forward, confused, in an attempt to better see the mans face. He’d stopped in the middle of his sentence, most unlike him.

“Something is here.”

They all rose from their seats, turning towards where Batman was staring. When Aquaman stood, his shadow remained still. Weapons were unhooked and unsheathed, the clicks and sound of metal against itself echoing down the halls. Footsteps from behind them carried Superman into the room, no doubt overhearing Batman’s ominous warning, who stared down the wall with a stony face.

For a few seconds, nothing happened and they stood in suffocating silence. Then, the shadow rippled again and a young teenage boy appeared- his hair was a long shaggy black with heavy eyebags to match- with one of his arms remaining behind him, stuck up to the elbow in the shadow. The kid scowled behind him, tugging his arm twice and eventually pulled none other than John Constantine by the ear through after him- a very alive Constantine.

Batman dropped his batarang to the ground in shock and heard Clark stumble behind him. Many of the other league members had similar reactions- they’d all watch him die. They’d all waited, for near an hour, in case he had something up his sleeve to come back to life with no result.

“This person works for you, yes?” The boy asked, still holding John by the ear, and glanced around the gathering of heroes. He had noticeably thick accent, a mix of Italian and something else.

“Yes.” Superman cleared his throat and managed to walk forward to stand with the rest “Please, let him go, no one here will hurt you.” He raised his hands in a small surrender.

The kid raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked from Superman to where he’d dragged Constantine in. He let him go for a brief moment, only to shove the man forward “He’s yours, for now.”

John lumbered forward and pulled himself to full height, straightening his clothes with a cheeky grin “You would not believe the fun I’ve had. I should die more often.”

“Please do not.” The kid scowled “That parlour trick will only work this once. When you die again, you will return to my father’s court for your judgement. Do not forget that your soul belongs to me now, in its entirety.”

“You own John’s soul?” The Flash asked, completely not believing the stranger.

“Yes. I bartered for it and collected all the contracts he’s swindled various beings into over the years.” He turned to John “I will not do so again, so try to die for something worthwhile next time.”

“Will do.” John mockingly saluted the kid, garnering no reaction other than a continued scowl “Cheers though, I appreciate it.”

The boy stared down Superman “Keep him alive, he is very annoying.”

Without another word, the boy turned and disappeared the way he came.

“John.” Batman cleared his throat “Who was that and how did they bring you back?”

“That, my dear friend, is apparently the son of Hades, heir to the Underworld. As for how I got out of his turf-” Constantine cackled, the only one amused by his situation “-we walked out the bloody door.”

[sapphiccyranodebergerac]

i’m giving that stereotypical fanfic authors note where i’m like trying to update while also fighting for my life. like since my last chapter posted i have had-

complications from oral surgery

stomach flu

moving across the country

but i’m finally fuxking done with chapter five of my fic and i just posted it and i’m feeling very capable rn. anyways sorry for two late chapters in a row but we’re finally back serving that dick grayson x zatanna slow burn fighting a demon good good yummy stuff.