" help a girl out, won't you? "
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 —— more like a demand wrapped neatly inside a velvet glove. the magician's voice carries smooth with a charm, masking the desperation buried deep beneath. you only sense it because you're far too familiar with it. the feeling lingers in the pauses between your breaths, as well as the cracks of your bones where the adamantium doesn't quite reach. you could say no to her question. turn around on your heels and retreat without a second glance. it would be easy enough, safer even. getting involved with someone like zatanna meant stepping into an unknown scenario where your claws might not be enough. where words and magical actions contort things, leaving you as useless as an unmanned blade. but, you don't walk away. you never really do. DESPERATE ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN IGNORE.
you've never been in the business of making friends, but you're also not in the business of allowing people to drown. and you certainly don't have time for introspection right now —— the world doesn't wait on you. rolling your shoulders, you decide it's better to jump in head first. if you contemplate too long, you'll overthink. THE WOLVERINE DOESN'T OVERTHINK. you meet zatanna's gaze and nod your head once in self-reassurance. ❝ okay ... what do you need from me? ❞
