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The whole concept of Zatanna is just intrinsically hilarious to me. Like, she’s one of the most powerful reality-warpers in the DC universe, and her civilian identity is the world’s most famous stage magician. She has the power to re-order the cosmos to her will, and she uses it to cheat at card tricks. It’s actually kind of inspirational!

Random scene idea for the House of Elle series (that can be taken as a writing prompt if anyone wants it).

Tim, calling Zantanna, very worried: Hey uh...if I put you on video could you tell me if something was an actual ritual to summon a demon?

Zantanna, though Red Robin was taking the week off for Elle's birthday but still ready to help: Yeah sure, what's up? I didn't think you were working on any cases?

Tim: Oh, I'm not. Ellie is having a sleepover and Steph swore up and down that this was just normal sleepover stuff for little girls, but I just...with the ghost stuff I just want to make sure she's not actually summoning some demon, you know?

Zantanna, finding Tim's new-parent worries adorable and amused that he'd call her about that of all things, laughing: sure, I can help with that. But Steph is right, little girls are just a whole other level with stuff like that. My friends and I would make up all sorts of fake rituals and stuff when I was her age. Muddy-water and leaves potions, charms made out of random rocks, that sort of thing.

Tim, a little more reassured, switching her to video call as he crept down the hall to where Elle and her friends are: Yeah that's what I've been told. I just wanna make sure she's safe you know?

Zantanna: Yeah that's fair, you and Connor are entitled to being a little over protective over her.

Tim opens the door a crack, moving his phone to let Zantanna see Elle and the other girls in the room all standing in a circle with their hands held, little tea candles lit, symbol on the floor made out of long pieces of string they found somewhere, chanting ominously.

Zantanna: Really though I don't think you have anything to worry an- oh, oh no. Go ahead and worry, that's real, that's a real summoning circle

Tim, scambling as the lights in the house start to flicker: shit shit shit

I drew Zatanna from DC Comics for a xmas gift for a friend😁not bad for my first fanart piece (my friend said I should post it bc of how good it turned out)

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It was the final hour. Doomsday at their door, with only hours left before the world was consumed entirely and every last living thing was devoured right along with it.

Summoning the High King of the Infinite Realms was the only option left, and even then felt more like choosing a firing squad rather than a noose at the end of the day. Pariah Dark might - might - accept the task of destroying the foe they faced, but tmit would come at a cost that was near equal to doing nothing at all. Provided the tyrannical ruler simply didn't let them all die, an entire planet dead was an entire planet to add to his endless armies.

They had to try. Stupid and suicidal as it was.

Zantanna and John worked in silence as they created the summoning circle, hands shaking and stomachs cramping as they worked under the apprehensive eyes of the rest of the League. They all understood that no matter what happened, they would all likely end up dead by the end of it. That the best case scenario meant that death was only the beginning of their problems.

Candles were lit. Insense burned. Blood spilled. Words spoken.

Nothing.

Nothing.

It failed, not so much as a flicker of magic. Which was impossible, they'd checked and confirmed a dozen times that they had the right ritual, that they were following the steps, they had done everything right way wasn't it working? What had they done wr-

"Ugh, gross is that blood?"

Elle Phantom, fifteen minuted late to the site of the ritual with both the boys Super, the most murderous Robin and a sugary abomination of an iced coffee from Starbucks, scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked at the summoning circle.

"This ritual is so out of date, where did you even find it? Wait is that Latin? Who tries to summon someone from the Ghost Zone in Latin?"

John had burned through every drop of alcohol and cigarette he owned hours ago while trying to find this bloody damn ritual and was very much not in the mood for the little hellspawn's color commentary on the process.

"I don't bloody well seeing you providing with any alternatives for summoning the Ghost King." He swore, turning away from the gremlin to tear through the ancient book he and Zantanna had discovered with the ritual inside.

There was a loud slurping noise as the undead hero sucked the last remnants of her drink through the straw. John's brow twitched, even Zantanna - who usually seemed endeared by the chaos goblin - looked at the end of her rope.

Then - "Oh, is that who you wanted to summon? Why didn't you say so?" She drifted over, handing her empty drink off to a disgruntled looking Batman, and began rummaging through the unused magival supplies left over from the - failed - summoning circle. "Here, give me like, five minutes."

John was fairly certain his head was about to explode.

"You know how to summon the Ghost King? You?"

Phantom rolled her eyes at him. "Duh, obviously."

"Obviously." Zantanna repeated, looking like she was half a moment away from having a breakdown. She didn't try to stop the ghostly girl, though, and to be fair neither was John. They were already fucked, might as well let the gremlin try her hand at it.

It took less than the five minutes Phantom had claimed she needed.

When she was done there was a significantly smaller circle on the ground. At the cardinal directions of the circle, written clockwise she'd drawn not any magical runes but instead what appeared to be the Roman Numerals for one, then two, then something akin to a sideways T with an additional mark rising upward from the long horizontal bar, then the letter L.

It had to have some kind of ancient magical significance John didn't know as Shazam made a noise like a dying goose and squeaked out the word Loss like it was a question. Phantom gave the Champion of Magic a sharp toothed grin before adding some words in a language John didn't know before she finally allowed gravity to pull her back to earth and plant her feet on the ground.

She wiped her hands together a bit dramatically, looking pleased with herself, but at that point John didn't care. He could feel the building magic, heavy and oppressive as she had begun her task. Unlike the circle he and Zantanna had attempted, this one was working.

He couldn't help thr nervous swallow he gave as Phantom then declared, with a strange amount of seriousness. "All that’s left are the words."

She took a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment, and the world went utterly silent around them. This, John could feel, this was the real deal. Fuck him sideways the hellspawn was actually doing it.

Phantom's eyes opened, glowing with that bright eerie green light of her power. Another deep breath and then -

"You are my dad! You're my dad!" He watched, any scraps of hope she'd instilled in him dying an undignified death as she gave a terrible little wiggle dance while she sang(?) Off key, "Boogie woogie woogie!"

Every last person on Earth was going to die and one of John's last moments was going to be spent watching the little undead shit do the Macarena. Well fuck him, he guessed.

Then there was the sound of the veil between the world's tearing in two and the fucking Ghost King was standing in Phantom's summoning circle screaming in a screeching falsetto:

"When will you learn? When will you learn that your actions have consequences!"

You know what actually at this point John would rather the apocalypse kill him.

Edit: Welp, thanks everyone, time to deep dive into how to write Billy Batson