"What happened to you, Zatanna?" Nick asked once we stepped out of the portal. "Sorry, what?"
"I've never seen you with any imperfections, let alone the amount of dirt that's on your face right now."
"Well, you learn something new everyday. All I did was fight an ancient being, no big deal," I responded before I waved a hand over my face and cleaned it. "Stunning, ever as always, Zatanna," Nick complimented. "What do you need us to find this time?" John asked. "And where the bloody hell even is this?" He asked, looking around at where we were. I'm with him on this one. This apartment's probably the smallest thing I've been in. "Well, I was going to need your help with something, but, I needed to stop by my place and grab a few things. So, welcome to my very humble apartment in the hoods of New York. Feel free to make yourself at home, I'll be back in a few minutes, I just need to grab a few things that I left." He walked off into his room, I'm guessing, and John turned to me with a dead-serious stare. "Alright, Zee, we've gotta talk." Oh, holy shit. No good conversation ever started with that line. "Someone's gotta say it. What the bloody hell was that back there with Flag and your absolute denial to kill Enchantress?"
"I just believe that there's another way and that we shouldn't kill unless absolutely necessary. June won it out in the end, so, I don't see what the big deal is, John," I responded, keeping my temper in check, for now, at least. "What if she didn't? If she didn't get in control when she did, Enchantress would've probably thrown that whole city into absolute chaos! Why are you so hesitant to do what you know needs to be done? You knew that there was a chance that we would have to kill her if we didn't get June back in control."
"Why the hell can't you just admit you were wrong? You were wrong, John! She didn't have to die-"
"Yes, she didn't, but, there was a big ass chance that she would have! And what was that with callin' me a bloody anti-hero?! Bit overkill, init?"
"I'm sorry, is the great John Constantine, Master of the Dark Arts and the best conman in all of the world, someone that damned a little girl to hell saying that he is a goody-two-shoes, a perfect example of a human?" I shot back. "I am in no bloody way implying in any sort of way that I am, as you say, a goody-two-shoes or even a remotely close to perfect person! But I'm no anti-hero, Zatanna," he spat. "And don't you fucking dare bring Astra up to me ever again. Am I understood?"
"Why don't you want me to bring her up? Afraid of a little screw-up, eh, Constantine?" I countered. "Well, Zee, you don't exactly see me poking you an' reminding you every two seconds that you almost killed a bitch in public before I had to literally separate you from her before you killed her?"
I chuckled. "You're kidding. That was the first time I've ever even mentioned Astra's name since I found out that you damned an eight-year-old little girl to Hell for crying out loud! Accident or not, you ruined a little girl's life! Do you know how shady that sounds? Most girls, magic or freaking not would have ran for the hills once they found that part out! I swept that piece of information under the fucking rug and pretty much said "Oh, my boyfriend damned a little girl to hell? No big deal, he's still perfect and such a fucking dreamboat." This is the first time I've even said her name since I found out what you did!" I yelled. John opened his mouth and start to bite back. "Sorry to interrupt, this looks pretty important, but, should I give you two a little more time alone together so you can work this out, or, can we go kill some demons?" Nick asked, emerging from his room and cutting out argument short.
"No, no, no, we are done here. John and I will settle our... different points of view when there is not some magical being that's threatening the whole world or when a friend of ours needs our help," I responded, shooting John a glare before turning to him. "Alright, Necro, where are we going?"
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A Magician's Gift
FanfictionJohn Constantine shows up in Metropolis out of nowhere, drops into the SHG's lives like some sort of magical bomb. He's a transfer student straight out of England. He's a normal high school student by day, a demonologist by night. Zee Zatara is pop...