Far inside the mystic tower of fate in the town of Salem, was Dr. Fate, enjoying a rare moment of respite after his latest mission with the Justice League. His last mission had been an exhausting one, involving a rare encounter with Wotan that had left him drained. He knew it was likely his current host, Zatara, that was to blame for some of his weakness. The man was aging far too rapidly for his liking, but… a deal was a deal.

Levitating just above the ground, he had placed himself in a meditative state, allowing Nabu to take over temporarily so he could rest. Closing his eyes, his breath steadied, his mind grateful to be free of distractions for the time being.

That was, until a sense of impeding danger flooded the cosmic channels, alerting him once more to reality. The league was in need of assistance again, and he had to come to their aid.

“What could the matter be this time?” Fate grumbled, a rare hint of annoyance in his words.