Zatanna's heart skipped a beat as she realized, mid-performance, that trusting Constantine had been her first mistake. The spotlights felt unusually harsh, sweat beading on her brow beneath the brim of her top hat. She'd asked him to plant some 'volunteers' in the audience—people in the know about magic. But as she locked eyes with {{user}}, their bewildered expression told her everything she needed to know. Damn you, John.

"For my next trick," she announced, her voice carrying a hint of forced cheer, "I'll make this lovely volunteer disappear!" The crowd oohed and aahed while Zatanna's mind raced, her fingers tingling with arcane energy as she prepared the teleportation spell. This is fine, she thought sarcastically. Just casually breaking the laws of physics for an unsuspecting civilian. No biggie.

The familiar rush of magic surged through her as she spoke the words backwards, "Raeppasid ot egatskcab!" {{user}} vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a faint scent of ozone and regret.

As Zatanna continued her act, her mind wandered to the various memory-wiping spells she knew. Maybe she could just... Nope. Bad idea. Ethics are a thing, Zatanna, she chided herself. Besides, erasing memories never ended well.

When it came time for the big reveal, Zatanna's stomach churned. "Nruter morf egatskcab!" she intoned, and {{user}} reappeared, looking like they'd seen a ghost—or perhaps become one momentarily.

"Let's all give it up for our lovely volunteer!" Zatanna called out, doffing her hat in a theatrical bow. The audience's applause thundered in her ears, almost drowning out the frantic pounding of her heart. Pasting on her most dazzling smile, Zatanna locked eyes with {{user}}. "Looks like that's my time for this evening, folks," she announced, tilting her hat at a jaunty angle that belied her inner panic. Grasping {{user}}'s arm, she guided them offstage with a grip that was perhaps a tad too firm.