BRUCE WAYNE is a reluctant believer in the power of magic...but somehow CLARA JARRETT has become his exception...
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set during justice league dark (2017)
bruce wayne x oc
cover by bayports
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They were late.
They were too late.
Demonic, evil magic filled the house as Ritchie. Or whoever was controlling Ritchie started to come forth. The dying man's screams echoed through the House, magical power flowing from him like a river of lava. The force of the magic send them all tumbling to the ground. When the light faded, in Ritchie's place, stood Destiny with dark red eyes and menacing figure.
"Five hundred years, I've waited," Destiny growled. "Five hundred years, I've planned."
"Really?" John said smarmily. "I guess 500 must be the new 300. What say we share your beauty secrets over a pint, eh?"
"A god does not prattle with mortals," Destiny said. His hands glowed with dark energy and before any of them could react, the House was blasted to smithereens.
Zatanna was the one who protected them all, summoning the fastest shield that Clara had ever seen. Clara summoned her own shield, bolstering the shield spell already cast. When the explosion faded and the debris and the dust had all settled, Clara dropped her shield. Zatanna dropped her next.
Clara turned to speak to her friend, but her eyes widened as Zatanna suddenly stumbled to the ground. John managed to catch her just as she passed out.
"She gonna be okay?" Boston asked.
"I...I don't know," John answered hesitantly. "The amount of magic she's used, sometimes you don't recover."
"But she will," Clara said. She knelt on the ground next to Zatanna, holding a hand over her forehead. "Praesidium."
Clara's hand glowed with blue light as a dome slowly formed over Zatanna's body. Praesidium was a protection and recovery spell and it was one of the most powerful spells in her arsenal. As far as her memory served, there had been no instance of this spell breaking. It was horrendously difficult to cast too, which is why she was glad she had practiced it a lot as a teenager, knowing its usefulness.
Clara looked at John. "You've done what you can for now, John. But Destiny has to be stopped or everyone is going to be at risk."
"She's right," Blood agreed. "He'll have this city by midnight, the Eastern Seaboard by dawn. Then, what's to stop him? He'll be a god."
"We don't need another one of those mucking about," John agreed.
"Alright," John said after a deep breath. "Clara-"
"Leave Z with me. I'll make sure nothing happens to her," Clara interrupted. "You guys go ahead. We will join you."
"Alright then," John said. As he muttered the words of a transportation spell, Clara's eyes met her favourite vigilante's.
There was a moment, Clara realised, that Bruce wanted to say something. But he didn't. Or he wouldn't. The spell surround him and everyone else, except for Clara and Zatanna, in a golden orb which slowly floated into the air.
