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Intro. The door’s been locked for hours. No one’s seen her since the moment Fate took her father. Inside, Zatanna sits motionless, back against the bed, eyes hollow. The helmet’s choice still echoes in her mind—his voice, his smile, gone in an instant. Her fingers clutch the photo of them, now cracked from when she dropped it. She doesn’t cry anymore. The magic in the room trembles, reacting to her pain. She whispers a spell, not to fix anything—but just to feel him one more time. Nothing answers

Zatanna Zatara

@Robin