A/N: Hi guys! Just a quick heads-up: This story is sequel to 'Crosses', which follows the same head-cannons established in that story, so if you haven't read it, I highly suggest you do! Come back once you're done! For everyone else, welcome back! I hope you'll enjoy this story, I worked on it in express as a challenge for myself: write 3 stories for 3 fandoms in a week. I failed. It took a week and a half.

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Chapter 1
Dark Atom, or the Fabulous Daniel Palmer

Sara was power-walking from her bedroom to the captain's office, her phone glued to her ear.

"I can't wait for you to come over."

"I know, me too. Just a few more hours and I'll be right there," Ava replied on the other end.

Sara sighed. She glanced at the empty corridor around her. She didn't know where the rest of the team had gone.

"I miss you," she finally confessed.

She heard Ava sigh on the other hand.

"I miss you too. I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend more time together recently. But with Nate's dad breathing down my neck after that Kaupe incident, and Mona still in a coma..."

Sara sighed again. Why were things always so complicated?

"You know what? I'll take the team on a mission as soon as Gideon finds something. We'll capture something, show it off to Hank and maybe he'll come down a bit. And when that is done, I'm taking you on a date. Whenever you want."

"Did you just say whenever?" Ava replied. Sara could imagine her smile as she said it.

"Yeah, of course! Just pick somewhere we haven't been yet, or somewhere you want to visit again."

"How about 2019, my apartment?"

Sara smirked.

"I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do."

Before either of them could add anything, Gideon intervened:

"Captain, I just detected a new anachronism in 1901, and this one is very special."

Sara frowned.

"Very special? What do you mean?"

"It would probably be easier if I showed you."

"Okay."

Ava, who'd heard everything from the other end of the phone, asked:

"A new anachronism?"

"Yep. Do you want us to check it out? If it's too complicated I can just send it over to one of your agents..."

"No, go check it out. Call me when you find what's going on."

"You got it."

"And Sara? Be careful."

"When am I not careful?"

"I am not going to bother answering."

Sara chuckled.

"I love you."

"Love you too."

Sara ended the call and pocketed her phone.

"Gideon, call everyone on the bridge. And show me what this special anachronism is all about."

"Of course Captain."

Sara was the first on the bridge, followed closely by Ray.

"Are we going back into action, Captain?" he asked with a smile.

"It seems so."

One after the other, Zari, Mick, Nora, John and finally Charlie made it to the bridge.

"What's on our plate this time, luv?" John asked.

"That's what we're about to find out. Gideon?"

"I just detected a new anachronism in 1901. It seems Mister Palmer is at it again."

Ray frowned as everyone looked at him in confusion.

"I didn't do anything."

He paused thoughtfully.

"Did I?"

Sara looked back down at the screen on the main console.

"What don't you show us what you mean, Gideon?"

Instantly, an old, beautifully ornamented poster appeared on every screen available. It was a poster for a magic show, set to debut in London in 1901. Two people had been drawn on it, and the title said in bold letters: The fabulous duo, Daniel Palmer and Zatanna Zatara!"

"Oh, Danny, what did you get yourself into?" Sara let out.

This Danny, however, was no longer the thirteen years old they remembered from their previous encounter. He was a young adult, resembling Ray quite a lot. His dark hair had been combed to the side, in accordance with the style of the period, and a thin elegant mustache had grown over his upper lip. Charlie couldn't help but whistle.

"Damn, puberty hit him like a train!"

Nora rolled her eyes, then turned to Sara.

"Do we really have to deal with this? Maybe it's not a big problem. Maybe your daughter's already on it."

"Unfortunately," Gideon replied, "This anachronism needs fixing and quickly, or many magicians around the world will quickly disappear."

Zari smirked and crossed her arms.

"He's using real magic to do his tricks."

"Alright, this isn't up for debate anyway," Sara declared. "We have to fix this anachronism, Danny Palmer or not. So pay close attention, because we are going to make this anachronism disappear!"

Gideon landed the Waverider in a park close to the theater where Danny was supposed to give his representation. Sara, Ray, Charlie, and John left the ship, leaving Zari in charge. Many people had gathered outside the theater, and Ray and Sara, elegantly dressed, mingled with the crowd. Charlie and John, dressed as simple workers, infiltrated the back of the theater and navigated backstage. However, no sign of Danny or the woman working with him.

"He must have a private dressin' room," Charlie assumed.

"They should let us in any minute," Sara replied in her ear-piece. "Be ready to let us in."

"Gotcha'."

Sara looked at the poster once again. This Zatanna girl didn't look like his assistant, but more like a partner, which was rather anachronistic for the period in itself.

"What about the girl? Zatanna? Maybe she's some kind of fugitive. He's under her control or something."

Charlie chuckled on the other side of the line.

"I think I would remember such a bombshell as my cell-mate. No, this one's all human."

"Charlie's right," Zari intervened through the com. She was reading an article which Gideon had found after digging a bit.

"She's the daughter of fame magician Giovanni Zatara, who killed himself with a failed trick."

"Well, that's... something," Sara conceited.

Beside her, Ray was looking at the poster again and thoughtfully rubbed above his lips.

"You guys told me I couldn't pull off a mustache."

"You can't. It looked like a caterpillar," Charlie replied.

"But Danny's look nice..."

The doors to the theater opened, and all the well-dressed, rich people moved forward, handing out their tickets to the theater openers. Gideon had printed two tickets for them, which Sara handed out before wrapping her arm around Ray's. Ray smiled politely and tipped his hat at the young man before proceeding inside. While the lobby filled itself, Sara pulled Ray toward the hidden door on the side and knocked twice. The door cracked open, just enough for them to go through. John was waiting on the other side. He closed the door behind them and declared:

"Charlie's still backstage looking for the kid."

The three of them made their way quietly through the hidden passage, and all the way backstage.

"I found the dressing room," Charlie declared through their coms, as the trio walked past confused theater employees. "Should I knock?"

"Wait, we're almost there."

Before Charlie could reply, she heard a sharp, strong British accent from behind her.

"Can I help you?"

She pivoted on her heels and found herself face to face with the bombshell herself. Zatanna was tall, with long flowing black hair topped by a black top-hat. She was wearing a black dress coat with a gold jacket and a white shirt, and a black bow-tie. Charlie quickly noted that the poster had been lying about her skin color, making her appearing whiter than she really was. In fact, Charlie wouldn't have been surprised to hear her family came from India, with a complexion like hers.

Charlie readjusted her newsboy cap and tried to quickly get into character.

"I'm lookin' for Danny, I mean, Daniel Palmer? Is he in there?"

She hadn't fooled Zatanna for one second. Charlie swore she could see her dark eyes shifting to a lighter color, an electric blue which meant trouble.

Suddenly, the door of the dressing room opened, and Danny, wearing an elegant suit, appeared on the other side.

"Zanna? Are you ready? Show's about to begin..."

His voice trailed off as he noticed Charlie standing on the other side of the door, and Zatanna glaring down at her.

"Charlie? Oh my god, you guys are okay! And you found me! Where is everyone?"

"About that..."

A second later, John, Ray, and Sara came to a stop behind Charlie, their gaze shifting from the Mistress of Magic to The Fabulous Daniel Palmer and back again.

"You're not the Legends I was expecting..."

"Sorry to disappoint," Sara declared, "but we're here to make sure you never make your show. Maybe we could go back to the Waverider, and you can explain to us what's going on."

Danny's gaze went from Sara to Ray who was smiling brightly at him, to John who was just about ready to go back to the ship, to Charlie who was trying – and failing – to ogle Zatanna discreetly, to Zatanna herself, who was mildly confused.

"Danny? Who are these people?"

"Hum..."

He got a hold of her hand and pulled her inside the dressing room.

"If you could give us a minute?"

He closed off the door, leaving the Legends to wait outside. They exchanged a look and finally, Charlie whistled.

"You're son's girlfriend is hot, man."

The Legends had been waiting in front of the door for about ten minutes, pretending that everything was right when clearly they should not have been keeping guard in front of the star's dressing room. Suddenly, Sara's com came back to life.

"Sara?"

"Ava, hey? What's up?"

"I just arrived on the ship and Zari told me that Danny Palmer was the cause of the anachronism? Is Lena with him?"

"Nope. Actually, I don't think he expected us to pick him up. He was waiting for his team."

"Maybe we should let him be then if his team is going to come pick him up?"

"We'll take him back to the Waverider to get some explanation, we'll see about the rest."

"Alright."

Soon after, the door behind them finally opened again, and both Danny and Zatanna walked out.

"You sure you can do the show on your own?"

"Are you doubting my talents?" she asked playfully.

"No, I just feel bad for leaving you on your own."

"It's alright. Just, come back quickly."

"Count on me. Maybe you can join our team then! I'm sure Lena won't mind."

She smiled amusingly at him, then pressed a kiss at the corner of his lips.

"Goodbye, Dark Atom."

She walked away toward the stage, leaving a mopey-looking Danny behind.

"I'll be back before you know it!"

"You better."

He took in a deep breath, sighing longly, before finally turning to the Legends. They were staring at him expectantly.

"Guys, I'm not going to lie, I really think I need your help on this one."