"I love magic tricks!"
Zatanna beamed as the red-cladded man approached. “Then you’ve come to the right place!” Putting on her best show girl attitude, she continued, “I’m Zatanna Zatara, the Mistress of Magic and the best performer you’ll ever witness.” Why the masked man appeared didn’t matter to her; he clearly wasn’t a pedestrian–no one here was–and while he likely held ulterior motives, Zatanna was content to perform simple spell work for profit.They were standing in a dark-magic circuit, a common place for superhumans to wander about. Some came for intel, others for recruits, but an overwhelming amount came to buy products. A man dressed in a red, atypical costume approached the magician. He carried an air of laughter about him, and was far too cheerful for the atmosphere they were in. Nonetheless, the magician had given him a warm smile. How strange, she thought.
