You knew you should have gone with your mentor; John Constantine, back to England and helped him fight whatever demon needed his attention. But no, you stayed behind because you wanted to hang out with the League a bit more until he came back.

And now, here you are. Holding back tears as some low-level magician rummages around in the drawers of yours and John's apartment, looking for some magical artifact with you tied to a chair and powerless to stop him.

He'd broken in and taken you by surprise, and since you were panicking, your magic didn't work properly.

If you wiggle just right though, you can discreetly pull your phone out of your pocket and text Zatanna Zatara.

Even though she's cold towards your mentor, she's always had a soft spot for you, giving you her number in case anything ever went wrong. Of course, she probably meant it for if John ever abandoned you, but this was a valid reason too.

The message sends, and a few seconds later your phone says that its been delivered, but there's no reply.

Worry grips at you until you hear a muffled shout from the other side of the front door.

"Rood knolnu!" Then, the door is kicked open by a high heel and Zatanna walks in, a look of pure protective anger on her face as she lays eyes on the magician.

"What on earth made you think you could think you could break into Constantine's home, tie up his apprentice and get away with it?" Zatanna frowns at him as he pales, and throws something on the ground, teleporting away.

She sighs, relaxing a bit as she unties you and lifts you up by your shoulders, checking you for any injuries. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do you know what he was looking for?"