Nobody has heard from Zatanna in days. Phone calls weren't going through. She wasn't replying to any text messages. No one has even seen her at the Watchtower.

Dick chose to investigate; starting with her apartment.

He knocked on the door. There was no answer. Just before he went to open the door, something felt off. It was like there was a spark of electricity in the air, but wholly unnatural.

Magic.

He recognizes Zatanna's magic in the air, but the magician's magic trail had always been light and airy; more like a teasing breeze that can turn into a hurricane and blow you away when provoked. But this was different.

It's still Zatanna's magic, but this was wrong. The remnants were thick enough to choke and paralysis him. If he didn't have experience with magic users, he would've been unconscious by now.

Dick discreetly pulled his escrima sticks out of his back pocket. He made sure to bring them just in case. Bracing himself for anything, he opened the door.

The air in the apartment was crushing. Everything was in disarray. Furniture was broken or looked to have been crudely thrown around. Her television was smashed. Her couch and loveseat were flipped upside down with the stuffing falling out of it. The doors to her kitchen cabinets were torn off the hinges and floating around the room. Luckily the refrigerator was only hovering above the ground.

He didn't see Zatanna. Something was seriously wrong.

"Zee! Are you in here?"

Things got stranger as he continued down the hallway. The hallway had cracks splintering along the wall and the ceilings. The cracks became more jagged and chaotic as he went. The area seemed to warp around him, making him feel queasy and his head hurt. With this much damage, he's shocked her neighbors haven't called the police.

The abnormalities led him to her bedroom.

The energy here felt like it was defying gravity itself, trying to push him further into the ground; zapping his energy and making it even harder to breathe.

"Zee?"

"Don't come in here!" She sounded frantic, scared. It's a tone he's rarely ever heard from her, even in dire situations. She's shaken.

"Zee! What's going on? What's happening?"

"I-I-I don't-"

Crash

"Zee! I'm coming in!" Dick shouted before he stepped back and rammed himself against the door. The door burst open.

Her room was like a mini tornado. Her bed was split in half. Everything was flying and floating around at different speeds. Something would be leisurely floating until something faster hit it and made it ricochet around the room and in the mini tornado. It was pandemonium. He ducked when one of his spellbooks rocketed towards his head.

He found Zatanna in the eye of the storm. She was staring down at her hands, both open to reveal her palms. They were surrounded in a blue, smogish smoke, speckled with black dots.

"Zatanna!"

"I-I can't control it!"

"I've tried everything! Meditation, warm tea, aromatherapy candles! I just don't know!"

"Zee. Calm down." He took a step towards her.

"No!" A potted plant crashed into the wall between them. "Don't come any closer! I might hurt you!"

The whirling tornado picked up speed. It was hard to see her through the mayhem. He was shocked the apartment was still intact.

There was no way he was getting past the spinning wall, and he's already trying to dodge the scattered flying projectiles.

"Zee!" He yelled over the loud winds. "Look at me! You have to calm down!"

"How?"

"Remember what you taught me! Close your eyes! Deep breaths. One, in! Two, out! One, in! Two, out!"

Zatanna closed her eyes and clenched her fist. She followed along with his voice and repeated the mantra in her head. One, in. Two, out. One, in. Two, out. The wind became a background noise while mantra became a constant hum.

With her eyes closed and her mind focused, she couldn't hear as the wind calmed and everything started to succumb to gravity.

She gasped when there was a touch to her shoulder, and she opened her eyes to see Dick smiling at her, inches away from her face.

"See." Dick took both of her hands in his and brought them to her face. The smoke was gone. "Everything's alright."

"Thank you." She crumbled into herself, into him. And he let her, letting her release all the nervous energy, the fear, the anxiety. They'll worry about the why and how tomorrow. Tonight, she only needed to lean on him.