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@absolute-zatanna
Intro Post:
Howdy! I couldn't find an Absolute Zatanna gif so please accept this one instead.
This Zatanna was held hostage in the bottom circle of Hell, after committing crimes against angels who killed her father for finding out the secret of Paradise.
Zatanna is in a happy relationship with Roy Harper and Absolute Wonder Woman, (aka, the last amazon.)
From her time in Hell, Zatanna gained bat wings that later evolved to crow wings.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Depends on what it is,” he replied honestly.
"Don't worry, it's not sex." Zatanna assured him.
“Hilariously, shagging hadn't even crossed my mind,” he told her. He’d been more concerned it was magic.
It made Zatanna laugh.
"I thought that was making you nervous John." She replied. "And it's not magic either."
“Nervous? Hard to do, like,” he assured her. “Magic though is always a concern. But sure, go ahead and try whatever it is you want to try.”
Zatanna simple rested her head against his shoulder.
He let out a quiet breath. He hadn’t expected this of all things. She smelled, as she always did to him, of faint wildflowers and sage, a comforting scent if you were John Constantine.
“Been through it, have you?” he asked quietly.
"Yeah." She replied softly, one hand reaching down and timidly holding on to his.
He took hold of her hand easily. “It’ll be okay,” John told her quietly. “You’ve already survived more than most tossers, yeah?”
"I'm just tired." Zatanna replied, sighing softly. She kicked off her boots, black socks on her feet.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Depends on what it is,” he replied honestly.
"Don't worry, it's not sex." Zatanna assured him.
“Hilariously, shagging hadn't even crossed my mind,” he told her. He’d been more concerned it was magic.
It made Zatanna laugh.
"I thought that was making you nervous John." She replied. "And it's not magic either."
“Nervous? Hard to do, like,” he assured her. “Magic though is always a concern. But sure, go ahead and try whatever it is you want to try.”
Zatanna simple rested her head against his shoulder.
He let out a quiet breath. He hadn’t expected this of all things. She smelled, as she always did to him, of faint wildflowers and sage, a comforting scent if you were John Constantine.
“Been through it, have you?” he asked quietly.
"Yeah." She replied softly, one hand reaching down and timidly holding on to his.
Absolute Wonder Woman #24 (DC, September 2026) variant cover by Carmine Di Giandomenico
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Depends on what it is,” he replied honestly.
"Don't worry, it's not sex." Zatanna assured him.
“Hilariously, shagging hadn't even crossed my mind,” he told her. He’d been more concerned it was magic.
It made Zatanna laugh.
"I thought that was making you nervous John." She replied. "And it's not magic either."
“Nervous? Hard to do, like,” he assured her. “Magic though is always a concern. But sure, go ahead and try whatever it is you want to try.”
Zatanna simple rested her head against his shoulder.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Depends on what it is,” he replied honestly.
"Don't worry, it's not sex." Zatanna assured him.
“Hilariously, shagging hadn't even crossed my mind,” he told her. He’d been more concerned it was magic.
It made Zatanna laugh.
"I thought that was making you nervous John." She replied. "And it's not magic either."
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Depends on what it is,” he replied honestly.
"Don't worry, it's not sex." Zatanna assured him.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
He took a seat, and since she hadn’t answered him, he didn’t pull a cigarette out like he wanted to.
"Can I try something?" Zatanna asked.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Not surprised. Demon flesh can have psychedelic properties,” he told her. “Mind if I smoke?” He’d wait if she told him not to, he wasn’t a complete heathen, but he wanted something to do with his hands.
"John." Zatanna said instead, patting the spot next to her.
"Sit down."
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Naturally,” he replied, nodding. It made sense. It wasn’t how he would have gone about escaping, but it made sense. “Takes some getting used to, yeah? Being back on the surface.”
"You have no idea, John." Zatanna replied as she sat down on her couch, grabbing a throw blanket and placing it over her lap.
"I even got an addiction from it. It was very bad."
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
There was a power inside the building too that only the woods would offer. He made his way over and tilted his head to read the spines of the books. “And now you’re here instead. How’d you escape then?”
"I ate demons for power." Zatanna replied.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
The woods were an experience every time he was there, fresh air assaulting smoke filled lungs and the magic of the Green surrounding him. He followed after her without hesitation.
“What’s your story then? I know I betrayed you, but that aside?” John asked.
"Not much to tell, John. I dedicated my life on my revenge on the angels who killed my father. When I was captured and sent to Treachery, I thought that was it." She told him, guiding him inside.
The inner of the cottage was cozy; fireplace in the living room with plump dark brown couches. Bookshelves against walls stuffed with magic relics, and books.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
He took her offered hand easily and stood to follow, curious about where she’d take him.
Zatanna snapped her fingers and they both appeared in a cute cottage. It was away from people, nestled into the woods.
"Space from everyone." She commented, guiding him inside.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
John had little interest in the ice cream actually, but he ate his half in comfortable silence too, just glad to spend time with her.
Once done, Zatanna paid and then got up, holding out her hand to him.
"Come on."
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“All yours,” he promised with an almost soft smile, the kind of smile that made him look a bit younger for one moment.
The sundae came and Zatanna actually moved closer to sit next to John, the vial around her neck catching a stray light.
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
It was so quaint, so normal. He and his Zee had never been allowed quiet moments like this.
So he nodded, but his smile was a bit sad. It was bittersweet. “You get the cherry.”
"That's my favorite part."
“Well what do we have here?”
...Constantine?...
It made Zatanna laugh. She covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be funny."
He chuckled. “It’s just good to hear you laugh.”
Zatanna blushed, looking down at her hands. She thought over it carefully.
"Well...if you're not busy...you can come see where I live." Zatanna offered.
Oh this was a bad idea probably.
“My schedule is pretty open,” he joked.
"Is today after this okay?" Zatanna asked.
“Whenever works best for you, love,” he told her, offering a rare, genuine smile to help ease her nervousness.
"Thank you. Before we go, let's split a hot fudge sundae." Zatanna told him.
