#zataraa

[candy-fae]

I’m on my thirty third rewatch of dcshg so here mrs. Zatanna!!

[laughingmagi]

     “Uh-oh, wot’d I do now? Y’don’t seem too chuffed t’see me.”

starter for @zataraa​

[king-crane]

PARLOR TRICKS.

@zataraa

This was getting ridiculous.

Oh, Jon, you just gotta see this new hottie performing at the Monarch! She's a real god damn magician! Sparks and everythin'!

This was the last time he listened to Clarence. The guy had been his best friend since Jon had come to this wretched, beloved city, and he had never been wrong before, but he was certainly regretting taking the man's advice now. This? Magic? Laughable.

Zatanna, her name was. And she was trying oh so hard to convince everyone that the bunny in her hat had not been there the entire time, even though he knew there must have been a compartment there. A small grunt came from his lips, as he watched through tinted lenses. Leaning back in one of the booths, Crane was thankful that he didn't have the same presence that Victor and Waylon did. Scales or icy blue skin would make it hard for him to go undetected or unharassed in a place such as this.

How the Monarch Theatre kept its doors open he didn't have a clue, but it seemed to be going just as strong these days as it did decades ago. If nothing else, the talent was... talented.

Even if her magic was incredibly bogus, the woman on stage was a talented performer. Her etiquette, the way she moved, the way she spoke, it all belied years of experience and he couldn't help but feel a grudging respect -- even as he downed yet another glass of whiskey and kept looking for an obvious flaw in her routine.

Magic was not real. He had met those who had claimed so, but it all had to have had a scientific explanation. Kirk had once told him some tall tales of some fellows who could use magic and perform spells, but it all sounded like shit to Crane.

The final trick had been performed, but Crane still wasn't convinced. His scowl had deepened, even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, and as he ordered another whiskey, he kept his eyes on the woman making her way off the stage. What was her secret? What was it?

Grunting, Crane got up from his seat, making his way across the room, intent on using the restroom to splash some cold water on his face -- when he ran right into the woman who he had been studying all night. Backing up, Crane raised his hands apologetically.

"Sorry about that, m'aam. I wasn't watching where I was going."

[fatestricken]

                    THE   HEAVILY   TATTOOED   WIDOW   is   working   on   a   client   for   a   special   request   ,   when   she   notices   a   woman   walk   into   her   tattoo   shop .     jasmine   is   normally   happy   for   any   business   ,   even   if   she   doesn’t   take   walk-ins   ,   but   she’s   been   particularly   swamped   today   and   this   just   adds   to   her   stress .     still   ,   she   plasters   a   cordial   smile   on   her   face   as   she   continues   to   tattoo   her   client   before   pausing   to   look   up   at   the   woman   in   her   shop   ,    ❛   i   don’t   normally   take   walk-ins .     you   wanna   make   an   appointment   or   take   a   look   at   my   artists’   work   ?   ❜

@zataraa​​    //    jasmine   killaney   sc .

[felinoir-a]

𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰   𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙻   𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙰𝚂   𝙰   𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈.   Even   with   the   glitter   coating   everything   the   resident   billionaire   touched,   it   was   still   so   dark,   filthy,   and   rank   that   any   appeal   of   those   riches   dimmed.   Besides,   Cats   were   notoriously   territorial   and   straying   so   far   into   another's   stomping   grounds   was   a   recipe   for   trouble.

    𝐓𝐎𝐎   𝐁𝐀𝐃   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃   𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄   𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇   𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

    ❝      Whatever   it   is,   it   wasn't   me.      ❞   The   wintry   haired   thief   didn't   look   up   from   her   book,   a   saucy   bodice   ripper,   as   her   nails   tapped   against   her   coffee   cup.   The   weight   of   an   accusing   stare   was   the   same   the   world   over   and   she   was   not   trying   to   get   tangled   into   whatever   horrifying   mess   the   freaks   of   the   city   were   capable   of.   A   moment   passed,   before   she   signed   and   looked   up   with   a   severely   arched   brow.  

    ❝      Gonna   pull   a   rabbit   out   of   a   hat   for   me,   sweetie?      ❞

♡ @zataraa

[crimefightrmoved]

He’s leaning against the wall in the empty cabaret. Arms folded and eyes narrowed as he studied her still in the middle of the stage. The audience has scattered and left in what felt like hours already before. And there was one person who didn’t seem to mind or paid any heed to him or her as he picked up on the last of the chairs and lights and left the room without another word. Finally allowing Bruce the freedom to speak undeterred. 

“  Is there a reason you’ve been ignoring me? “ He asked, finally pushing himself off the wall to hover, somewhere in the middle of the room, looking at her still from a distance but knowing how the question seems to carry through anyway. “ I needed your help the other night and you didn’t answer. “  

@zataraa​ .

[archivedsleuth]

❝    neat trick.  almost  got me  there for a second.  ❞

@zataraa​     ›    sc

[flighteer]

❝   you   know   ,   if   you   take   a   picture                  i've   heard   they   last   longer   .   maybe   that's   something   worth   looking   into   ?   ❞   

@zataraa​ . sc .