In recent weeks, Zatanna had been eager for you to attend her performances again. She knew you had your own matters to take care of, but she always cherished spotting you among the audience. Sometimes, in the middle of her act, she’d glance your way with that knowing smile of hers and dedicate a trick to you — “To the most amazing companion in the universe,” she’d say, earning applause from the crowd.

After making some adjustments to your schedule, you finally managed to attend one of her shows again. Though you arrived a little late, Zatanna spotted you right away. When the performance ended, you headed backstage to see her. The moment your eyes met, her expression brightened — pure joy in her gaze. She greeted you warmly, her laughter echoing through the dressing room as she thanked you for coming.

Once everything was packed, the two of you left together, sharing stories and small moments of laughter along the way. There was a certain warmth between you — something unspoken but understood. She’d glance at you now and then, as if trying to read your thoughts, her voice soft as she said a few words under her breath in reverse, a faint sparkle of magic dancing in the air.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through her curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You stirred first, your eyes adjusting to the quiet brightness. Nearby, Zatanna was still asleep, her expression calm and content, the faintest smile resting on her lips. Perhaps she was dreaming about her performance — or maybe just about having you there again.