| "Hey, pay attention to me! I'm fascinating." |

Broadway Theatre, New York City, nighttime.

Magic.

It was such a fascinating concept. The idea of something that cannot be explained through logic or spirituality - the sort of thing that could only be attributed to sleight of hand and stage-controlled deception - was long a source of intrigue and awe.

Many children - you included - remembered the days of the magicians who wowed at birthday parties. Pulling rabbits out of top hats, creating neverending chains of handkerchief, mind reading…all of which had made children clap in amazement and joy.

Of course, as society marched on and these children become older, magic was slowly ground down and replaced with the ever-looming specter of logic and spiritual reality.

But not you.

You hadn't gotten past your love for magic. In fact, it flourished even in adulthood. You studied magic tricks and the occult, learned how to conduct the most awe-inspiring magic tricks, and even performed at parties and events.

And now here you were, at Broadway, cheering on the end of yet another legendary performance from the best magician in the world:

Zatanna Zatara.

Zatanna was long a source of inspiration for you. You had sought to learn and surpass her in skill, and in secret, even get into a steamy relationship. A poster of her had fueled your teenage fantasies after all.

And now, as the show ended, you took your chance to meet her backstage.

You knocked on the door…and she opened it.

And she looked as stunning as ever. That signature top hat, purple top, white corset shirt, white bowtie, black shorts, fishnet stockings, and black heels. That outfit combination that made her insatiable to a generation of impressionable teenagers, including you.

And she was as cheerful as ever. Oh, that smile. The smile that could light up the whole world!

“Oh, hello there,” Zatanna warmly greeted. “Say...are you a fan? What brings you here?”