#CONVO // ZATANNA

[c-vs-the-world]

New meme from the klarion discord dropped

[striveattemptfail]

zatr:

me: where tf are all the people?? there's still sunlight out--it should be busy as hell rn!!

zatr, in the same episode:

me: ......yanno what it's probs for the best nobody's out lol

[king-crane]

ASSORTED HEADCANON DUMP.

Some of these are based off convos with @celestieu , @arkhamcalamity , @batcaller , @sanguine-salvation and many other folks SO I wanted to put these together!

Crane does not like to acknowledge the existence of magic, or the supernatural. A part of him is aware that there is truth behind magic and paranormal creatures, but he deeply represses all of his own knowledge of these matters and rationalizes it. Constantine is an incredibly powerful scientist who has opened wormholes to other planets and dimensions. The Grey is an alien lifeform that has formed a symbiotic scientific relationship with Slaughter Swamp and Grundy is a product of this symbiosis. Zatanna is an illusionist. So on and so forth.

Crane doesn’t repress or deny the existence of magic and supernatural entities out of any sort of active malice, or even any active thought, but because acknowledging the existence of things he cannot explain would only give credence to his hallucinations and further break his grip on reality. His mind will conjure up unspeakable, unimaginable horrors even on the best of days, and he doesn’t want to deal with the possibility that these hallucinations are real, or could be real.

Crane gets along with Zsasz very well, much to his own surprise. He admires their dedication and determination and singleminded focus. He admires their prose and almost artistic way of speaking and acting. And he shares 95% of Zsasz’s own philosophy about life, in regards to the people surrounding them.

Speaking of his philosophy, Crane sees mankind as an untapped source of power and wishes to see his fellow man evolve. Mastery over fear was the initial goal, but now he believes fear is only one part of the plan. A massive part, mind you, but its the first step. Humans must reach the height of their potential in order to take their rightful place in the world. Every soul that fails his Fear Trials is a soul that will not kneel before the stars, a soul that is damned, and a soul that he must send to oblivion. Crane does not enjoy killing - but Scarecrow will do it.

Crane does not answer to the name ‘Jonathan’ or any variant. His name is Crane, or Professor Crane. Likewise, the Scarecrow will not tolerate being called anything other than Scarecrow, The Lord of Terror, The Master of Fear etc. as names have no true meaning to him — and, again, he is not Jonathan. Even Brother Bones, the most jovial of the personalities does not react well to being called Jonathan. In spite of his trauma and obvious mental illness, no doctor at Arkham has ever properly diagnosed him, with Kellerman in particular believing it to be “an act”.

When he is in his cell, Crane’s restraints are very extreme. He is kept in Maximum Security, after all, alongside the likes of The Joker. His hands are cuffed together, and his arms are locked in a certain position. He is kept in a weighted harness over his chest and shoulders that keeps him nearly always hunched, and connects to the restraints on his arms. He is allowed a respirator, but no burlap sack or any facial covering of any kind. Multiple times during the day, Crane is hauled away to be checked by guards for changes in his demeanor or the way he walks, or the way his eyes look.

Crane genuinely respects and adores James Gordon. When he first came to Gotham as a youth on the run and homeless, Gordon was the only officer to try and help Crane, instead of just ignoring his plight. Crane still wishes to this day that he had been adopted by Gordon, and not by Salvatore di Vaio. He always feels remorse whenever he is forced to see Gordon, and oftentimes he is unable to look him in the eye.

Crane spends quite a bit of time in Gotham’s sewers. His warehouse, Bram’s Fish Packing, is only a hop and a skip from the waste treatment plant, and there are many sewer grates he uses to get into the sewers and maneuver through the city. Of course, this is a recent behavior, acquired after spending time with Croc (and sometimes Otis). He does his best not to step on any rats, and to watch where he goes. He will oftentimes conduct research on the water in Gotham’s sewers to make sure it hasn’t been poisoned.

[milfzatannaz]

nightwing x zatanna is a fever dream encouraged by the idiots who wrote young justice tv and perpetuated by horny motherfuckers on the internet who think zee fucking a bat is somehow the best use of her narrative potential

it literally cannot happen in canon bc she’s the age of dick grayson’s adoptive father and they haven’t had a one on one convo since like 2005. gimme a break. it’s almost as if women in DC don’t revolve around Bruce or his 86 kids

[cppcrition]

"Zee?” The slight whine in Tinya’s voice was becoming more and more recognizable as the alien was trying to get used to living with someone else. Really, they probably couldn’t have gotten paired with a better roommate than Zatanna, and yet Tinya’s... well, more princess-y traits could always rear their ugly head nonetheless, “Do you know where the maid service is? They’re supposed to take our laundry, right?” Well, come to think of it, Tinya hadn’t seen any maids around the surely compound... Surely S.W.O.R.D. provided them, right?

@zvtvnnas​

[maddoxstone]

“I did not expect this kind of call, Ms. Zatara, but I’m not complaining.”

@sdrawkcabtiyasi​

[detectivechucklxs]

“I know this is going to sound crazy but I need your help..” he paused for a moment with a stiff sigh. “Magically speaking, I need your help.”

@sdrawkcabtiyasi​

[artemiscrrock]

→ @magicalessence​

Artemis let out a breath of relief as her last arrow hit its target. Between Zatanna and her, they had successfully defeated the gang tormenting a small family-run shop. Dealing with those sort of people always left a bittersweet taste in her mouth - she used to be one of those thugs that preyed on the innocent. Artemis had come a long way, but as much as she tried to fight it, she knew there was always going to be apart of her that missed things about her old life. Like her sister, and friends that she’d come to care about that now hated her with a passion, and would have no problem killing her on the spot. Shaking herself out of her thoughts she ran over to Zatanna. “Nicely done,” she said.

[holly-rcbinson]

continued from here @abracazachra​

“You have to work for the real deal, honey.” Holly laughed as she took the bottle from his hand and took a drink. “Ugh. They could have sprung for the good stuff at least.” She said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “Thanks for inviting me to your show. I always liked magic shows as a kid, but it kind of takes the magic it out of it when you know it really is magic. You know?” She said, taking another swig. “Did that even make sense?” Holly laughed.

[noevilshxllescapemysight]

If this is the last time that I get to be this part of me and I can save this earth, so be it.

Kyle tugged at the constricting bowtie that sat at the base of his neck and pulled the chain that housed his ring off with a subtle pop. His ring dropped into his palm and whizzed in anticipation for the fight at hand. Kyle sucked in a soft breath as he slipped the sleek emerald ring on. A joly of energy surged through his veins. “In the brightest day, in the blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might beware my power--Green Lantern’s light..” each word echoed in the wake of his oath. An affirmation of his allegiance to the corps and his promise to defend earth...no matter the universe. Kyle was enveloped in the bright green light and his earthly glow illuminated with purity of his will. 

“You point, I’ll glow. Whatever is in that box or whomever is in it--we gotta get it back.”

@sdrawkcabtiyasi

[donovanallen]

→ @magicalessence​

Don grunted, tapping furiously at the screen of his phone. He did not understand why technology in this century needed to be so overly complex - in his time, things glided so effortlessly he didn’t even need to think, it was almost as if the technology was one step ahead of you. Not watching where he was going, Don found himself slamming into the person in front, the phone falling with a thud to the floor. “Jesus,” he muttered to himself before bending down to pick up the device. “Sorry,” he told the victim of his carelessness, “are you okay?”  

[brazcnly]

“i love this song!”

Roy stops what he was doing at the moment, glass of water in hand just to be abandoned on one of the tables. “This song is amazing!” He says loudly over the music to his friend, and has an idea suddenly. “I kind of want to dance, it’s what you should do when the music is speaking to you.” He has a lot of different moves up his sleeve for moments like this. His body moving to the beat already moving to the more open area next to where they had been standing.

[ @zztophat​ ]

[amendcr]

There was so many choices that it was almost TOO MUCH. RJ turns his gaze to look over at who was standing next to him. “There’s thirty different flavors to choose from, how do you possibly pick? I’ve never had any of them so could you help me? Which would you recommend?” He knows the weather was getting colder so getting ice cream is probably STRANGE, but it wasn’t as if the boy really cared about what anyone thought. After what happened at the party RJ wanted to TREAT HIMSELF for making it through such an experience. It was childish, but he was still young. He was FREE of his handler which meant getting a chance to really experience the world. His hand nervously tugs on the sleeves of the jacket he was wearing — which originally belonged to Dick Grayson.

[ @magicmistrcss​ ]

[bart-allcn]

@magicalessence​​ sent:  “DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!“

“but what if i really wanna?” bart looked at the last slice of pizza. he was practically salivating. he slowly reached for it but didn’t look away from zatanna. he needed to be ready to run if she tried to turn him into a frog. “it just looks so delicious ... the gooey cheese and the stuffed crust ...” he moaned before shoving the slice into his mouth. “i can save you some crust?” was mumbled between him chewing and swallowing. 

[spoilers-ahead-647]

Best Enemies

Starter with @prestiidiigiitatiion

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!” echoes through her mind in time to her running footsteps as Stephanie jogs around the block. She turns a corner just too sharply and scrapes her side on the exposed brick, not enough to cut but just enough to feel a flash of pain that sends her to the edge of her steadily-building anger.

“SHIIIIIIIIITTT!!” she yells, and kicks at a nearby pigeon, glaring at passerbys who stared at her on the street. Thoughts race through her mind, rage and stress and exhaustion.

It wasn’t that the day’s scouting had gone badly, it’d gone pretty well actually, and Steph didn’t know exactly what had put her in such a bad mood today, but she sure as hell was over it.

She finally slows down and breathes, muttering under her breath as she walks down the last street before she can finally go home.

“Stupid people, stupid city, stupid birds, stupid cars-” she keeps up the mantra as she slows even more to press through a crowd crossing the street.

“These are the people I’m helping to protect? What the hell. Let me through. I’m sick of people for the day.” Now in a thoroughly bad mood, she bumps the shoulder of the next person she sees, not paying any attention to them, not until she heard strange sounds coming from nearby. Her ears pricked-it sounded like garbled words??? and her curiosity pulled her. 

“What the hell?” she said, turning to find the source. 

[blyzeit]

ALRIGHT, THIS WAS IT!

Blayze told his father about what happened to him, and now the boy has to tell his mother. He knows how protective she is — so there’s a little to be expected of how this will go. “Mom? Are you in here?” The boy says softly, a hand gripping onto his backpack tightly. He slides it off his shoulder so it lands on the floor with a THUD. There was too many books inside of it. [ @ofhocuspocus ]

He sees her then his nerves start to take over, hands shaking a little. “I have something important to tell you. I love you, and I’m sorry that I’ve kept this a secret for two years. I was really scared, thinking that the men who did this to me were going to come back if they found out I opened my mouth too much. I don’t know who they were, they were strangers, and THEY DID THIS TO ME ANYWAY. They made me into a monster. I’m — I’m a vampire. I —  I’m really sorry.” He tries to hold himself together, eyes looking down at the tiles on the floor, and backing up a few steps.