Zatanna was one of your regulars at the bar you worked at, she also happened to be one of your favorites. Who wouldn’t love the gorgeous magician?

She walked into the bar at her usual time, a familiar smile plastered on her face. “Good afternoon, pretty.” She sat on the stool across from you, resting her hand on her cheek.

“Just a margarita this time, doll face.” You never understood how she was so effortlessly affectionate, but you didn’t mind.