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❝ oh! i thought we were using our real names. ❞
❝ zatanna is my real name! ❞
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( ☆.｡.:* a language learned in reverse. . . .｡.:*☆ )
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ZATANNA MAXIMOFF cakes her face with makeup. She paints her nails a pretty pink. When she looks in the mirror, she pretends to like being alive.
There's an ache of being 13. In hallways she's walked a thousand times. In her older sister's bed. Inside there are sobs she cannot explain. Lingering on the brink of her as if they are outside, they can't reach her and be wept. Facing the barred windows of her cell, leaning against the stone walls where she sleep. All her childhood years, she bottled up anger and grief and promised herself she'd never cry, but when she sits down at her vanity with her head in her hands and looks herself in the eyes, all the anger turns to tears. She sobs for hours.
Sometimes she feels more God than mortal. When she says something backwards, it sort of just happens. Hydra creates miracles and her back breaks under the weight of her own divinity. But she is still a girl. Opal bones and flawed skin. She needs to eat and sleep. When she scrapes her knobby knees, she bleeds red. She is still a girl.
She is a girl when her parents are dead. She is a girl when her older sister is emotionally unstable. She is a girl when her older brother is mean. She is a girl at childhood's edge in a world of gods and monsters. She is a girl even when a rogue AI tries to destroy humanity. She is just a girl when earth's mightiest heroes need her.
