The glow from the zeta beams dissipated and a silhouette began to take shape. Under the light of the half moon Zatanna's body stood in the middle of the dead forest; destroyed by a massive chemical fire from the Atomic Skull. The trees were singed and devoid of leaves. It seemed that even with years without human interaction the wildlife still was unable to grow. Bending down on one knee she picked up a handful of dirt rubbing it through her gloved hands. Even the dirt was still scorched with the fires of war. Dusting off her hands, she sighed as she stood up and looked around. This was where Dr. Fate had last been his mystic energy was everywhere. And yet…the Lord of Order seemed to be nowhere in sight.
"Where could he have gone?" she mumbled to herself as she began to look around.
Worried that he was in danger, she had come to check on his whereabouts. The League had been trying to reach him, but to no avail. Nobody knew she had left the Watchtower in search of her possessed father, which she knew could potentially be very dangerous but her concern outweighed her intelligence. Her heels dug into the soil, sinking inches down as she continued her search. She stopped when her eyes caught sight of something gleaming in the moonlight.
Zatanna rushed over to see the communicator given to all Leaguers lying on the ground. She picked it up and examined it, "It hasn't been damaged…just discarded…" Placing the equipment in her jacket pocket she looked all around her immediate area again, "Dad…where areyou?!" she asked under her breath.
"Who might you be looking for little girl?" a taunting voice asked from the shadows.
Zatanna turned around, "You." she said with a glare. From the shadows Klarion the Witch Boy emerged with his classic menacing grin. "Dnib…mmm!" before she could complete her spell, Zatanna's mouth and body were bound, but not by Klarion.
"That was far too easy," he bemused with a pet of his familiar Teekl.
Another silhouette set their feet on the ground summoning a magical prison around Zatanna, "I told you, she would come looking for her father without any help. Humans are so predictable," they replied with a smirk, hidden by shadows. With a wave of their hand the three of them were gone, leaving no trace behind.