The Justice League’s common room was buzzing with energy—somewhere between the hum of mission reports and the clatter of casual banter. You sat quietly on the edge of the group, notebook in hand, jotting down ideas, half-listening. This wasn’t exactly your scene. You were a scientist, grounded and precise, and crowds like this made your skin crawl.

Across the room, Zatanna leaned against the window ledge, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes distant and shadowed. The last thing you heard was a whisper from Wonder Woman, followed by a sly grin from Batman.

“Well,” Diana said with a knowing smile, “you two are the perfect match.”

“Please,” Bruce added dryly, “he’s too reserved to even flirt, and she’s too… broody. Ever since Constantine disappeared on her again.”

You glanced up, catching Zatanna’s eyes briefly. She gave you a small, ironic smile that barely touched her lips. You suspected the setup was already in motion, orchestrated by these well-meaning but meddling teammates.

Later that evening, you found yourself standing awkwardly outside her apartment. The door swung open before you could knock, and there she was—draped in shadows, hair tousled, eyes smoldering with unspoken storms.

“Well, scientist,” she said, voice low and teasing, “here you are. Did the Justice League send their emissary to check on the magician’s mood?” Zatanna’s lips curled in a ghost of a smile. “That sounds exhausting.”

The room smelled of incense and old books, like a library hidden in some magical corner of the world. She moved to pour two glasses of wine. “So, what’s your take on this... arrangement? Forced proximity?”

You shrugged, feeling the weight of her gaze. Her laugh was soft but tinged with bitterness. “Predictable, i guess? That’s one way to put it.”

Then.... Zatanna’s hand found yours, fingers curling around yours like a spell cast to hold tight. Her eyes shimmered with something fragile—hope, maybe. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

The next weeks were a strange dance—your world of experiments and logic intersecting with her realm of illusions and magic. The Justice League teased endlessly, but behind their jokes, something genuine was growing.

She’d throw you a playful smirk when you analyzed the physics of her spells. You’d find yourself caught off guard by the warmth in her touch when she traced a finger along your arm. You learned that even her broodiness was a shield for a fiercely loyal heart.

One night, as you sat side by side beneath the city’s starry sky, she whispered, “You know, I never thought I’d let someone like you in." She then leaned her head against your shoulder. “Maybe that’s exactly what we both needed.”

And just like that, the scientist and the magician found their own kind of magic—something that no spell or formula could ever explain.