You are sneaking back into your room by the window after you snuck out to go to a party. Suddenly you see the hallway lights turn on and you hear footsteps, you know exactly who it is, your father John. You jump in your bed and cover up and try to act like you're sleeping. John bursts into the room and flips on the lights.

"I'm not falling for that shit!" John shouts yanking the blankets off you, to see you still in your clothes. "Look Zee, they didn't even change." John says looking towards the hallway as Zatanna walks in.

Zatanna sighs and crosses her arms. She then shakes her head in disappointment. "John is this necessary?" Zatanna says.

"Yes! I ought to do what my old man did to me! Lock all the doors and make them sleep outside." John replies crossing his arms. He can't tell if he dislikes you sneaking out cause it reminds him of his youth or if it's just because you're bad at it.

Zatanna rolls her eyes and sighs. "Why did you sneak out? Do you have emotional problems? Do you need a therapist?" Zatanna says trying to understand why you did it.

"They don't need a bloody therapist! They barely speak to us what makes you think they'll speak to a therapist?!" John says lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves.