A Magician's Gift

Watchtower

"Me? I want you to see you suffer, just like you made my son. I want to see you burn, to see you suffer, to lose everything you have ever had," she spat. "Um, rebound check, lady, that bastard son of yours raped Z," John reminded. "And please, let's not forget when you almost got me expelled from MHS. Really, I'm pretty sure everyone in the Queen family other than little Thea is dirty," I added. "Miss Zatara, please, don't start a fight now," Jin asked. "No, no, no. I'm just want to fucking know why this bitch here wants me out of business so badly. Like really, you bought a whole amphitheater out to prevent one stage magician from performing, I know I'm worth a lot, but, I'm certainly not worth that much trouble."

"You're worth that much to me," John muttered under his breath in my ear, slipping his hand into mine as I smiled back at him. Aw, he's being a romantic.

"My son is now in prison because of you, magician!" She yelled. "He brought that upon himself, Moira. If he didn't want to get thrown into jail, he shouldn't have raped me. And before you say anything about me jumping straight to conclusions and dropping the restraining order on him, I told him to stop, multiple times, might I add, but hell, he never stopped. Only time he would stop is if Kara or John knocked him out. So, there you have it, Mrs. Queen. Now, get out of my dressing room. Some of us have actual jobs and work to do, not everyone can be a useless piece of shit to society and do nothing and still make millions of dollars, some of us need to make an honest living," I said, motioning to the door. "You will rue the day you crossed the Queen family, Zatara," the bitch spat. "It won't matter if you move to another venue, you're going out of business, whether you like it or not," she promised, glaring daggers at me before walking out, thank God. "Dead from the bloody neck up," John commented with a chuckle. "Alright, I need to take care of my arm." Jin looked at me with a concerned look on his face and asked the dreaded question. "What happened?"

"Nick Necro happened. The guy that we were supposed to be helping track down a relic with happened. We didn't find part of the relic, and he pinned it on me, and then caused this," I responded, showing him the deep scratches on my arm, magic and blood deep inside it. "Shit, there's magic in there. That wasn't there before. John, I might need your help with this one."

"Well, you might want to try to hurry that up a little bit, you're on in five."

"Thanks, will do." Jin exited the room, closed the door, and John turned my arm over to the scratches. "This is going to hurt a little bit, Luv." I sighed. "10:30 in the morning, and I've already fought the Enchantress, beheaded a dragon, and got myself stuck with a magical cut. Just your typical fucking Friday morning. I'm rather glad that we decided to drop school, now I don't have to worry about doing anything for that."

"Alright, let me work some healing magic, okay?" I nodded my head, and he started chanting. Once most of the magic sparks were out of the cuts, John pulled a first-aid kit from his coat and handed it to me. "I can just heal this with magic," I pointed out. "Not a cut like this, you can't. When it's inflicted by a magician with as much dark magic that Necro has, you can't heal it with backwards magic, sorry, Z. Gotta do it the ol' fashioned way." I sighed. "Fine." He helped me put on the correct ointments and treatments. "Didn't know you knew how to take care of injuries. You yourself get into a lot of tough scrapes and come back with so many injuries, I thought you didn't know how."

"Bein' round Isa and the other Newcastle birds taught me a thing or two other than how t' shag," he responded. "Wait, when'd you lose your virginity?"

"Fifteen. Datin' Anne at the time. Broke up with 'er, dated Isabel, then Zed, and then went back with Anne until I left for 'ere."

"Wait, hold up... isn't she training to be a nun?" I recalled. "She is. No dodgy pope said you had t' be a virgin to become the wife of God or whatever bloody rubbish he's feedin' those poor birds."