I'm making Klarion's home the dimension known as Witch World, his original origins rather than the Limbo Town origin. Limbo town Klarion wasn't as psychopathic as Witch World Klarion!
Klarion was perched on the edge of an over-large throne like chair, carved from black wood with red velvet seats. He was watching Zatanna through a looking glass as she slept. He had left her asleep on an enormous black wood four poster bed with red silk sheets. Everything in the room appeared to be either black or red, everything having an ominous, twisted, evil feeling. He had brought Zatanna to his home, to the dimension known as Witch World. Here he was at his strongest, he has his full strength and no weaknesses. She started to stir and Klarion smirked. She would be feeling the effects of his magic soon, it had been just a little over a week since he took her from the hospital now.
Zatanna felt a burning sensation from her chest and shot awake, breathing heavily as if she had just come up for air. It took her a moment to realise she didn't know where she was. The burning in her chest seemed to be slowly spreading around her body. Every breath she took caused the burning pain to sear through her again. This was not good. She glanced around at the room. The last thing she remembered was being in the hospital. She quickly grabbed her stomach, shocked to see her swollen belly was no longer there.
'I gave birth…where ... they weren't breathing.. .' She suddenly remembered conjuring the last of her magic, feeling the world slip from around her as she sent the only thing keeping her alive to her children. She remembered the sensation of floating in nothingness. It was peaceful, she heard the soft cries of her babies, and saw Dick's eyes, and suddenly there was nothing but a calming silence. It was only a few moments before the burning began. It felt like every fibre of her body was on fire, like a great black fire was engulfing her. She had never felt anything like this before. She was able to hear startled voices, some familiar, most not, and laughter, evil, maniacal laughter, and her own voice screaming.
'Zatanna?' Dick's voice, then nothingness again, until now.
She moved carefully, fighting the burning pain spreading through her body. It wasn't as painful as the black fire she felt before. She saw her reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall. She was pale and drawn. Her hair was in a long braid which hung over her shoulder. The oddest thing was the red silk dress she was wearing. It had loose elbow length sleeves, a deep revealing v-neck which showed a little too much cleavage for her liking. The body of the dress was rather figure hugging to her hips, where it then fell loosely to her knees. She placed a hand tenderly on her stomach. There should have been some bump, something. There was no way she could have lost all the baby weight instantly. She glanced around the room. The décor was terrifying. Everything was made from a crude black wood with grotesque carvings as details. Anything that wasn't black wood seemed to be red silk or velvet. It looked expensive, and very very dark. Wherever she was, it was time to get out of here.
"Egnahc otni ym mrofinu" Zatanna's eyes widened as nothing happened. She could feel her magic inside her. There was more of it than she had sensed in the past few months. She knew that spell backwards, literally, and yet nothing happened.
"Egnahc otni ym mrofinu!" She yelled, but still there was no reaction. Her magic didn't even react.
"Etativel riahc" She focused on the chair near the door, another basic spell and yet no reaction. Frustrated, she flung her hand before her pointing to the chair to focus more directly, only shock spread across her face as a black eldritch bolt shot from her finger, shattering the chair. She had never been able to fire eldritch bolts before, except when she had worn the helmet of fate. Klarion and Nabu were the only magic users she had ever seen harness this form of magic, yet neither of them fired black magic. Klarion's magic was red and Nabu's was golden.
"Hmm, I quite liked that chair," Klarion's voice sent a chill down her spine. She turned around quickly, causing the burning sensation to ripple through her body again. She nearly collapsed, only Klarion caught her wrists. "I'd be a little more cautious if I was you. Your body will take a while to...adapt to the changes I made." His smile was terrifying and shook Zatanna to the core. What did he mean by changes to her body? He picked her up with ease and put her back on the bed. He seemed different. Zatanna found herself struggling to breathe through the burning in her chest and fell back, light headed, onto the pillows.
"What do you mean changes?" She closed her eyes and tried to relax her breathing. It was bad enough that she was terrified of the power she could feel coming from Klarion. She had never felt that much power from him before.
"For starters," He waved a hand and the shattered chair reassembled itself, more grotesque than before. "I got rid of that hideous stomach you had. Oh and you don't have to worry about having stretch marks at least." He chuckled a little, and sat in the chair. "You've already noticed that your magic is not exactly working right now. I fear my dear that that is my fault." He chuckled, admiring his sharp black nails.
"How… How dare you Klarion! What have you done," She winced in pain as she tried to sit up again.
"How dare I?" The rage was instantaneous. The air around Klarion was practically rippling with energy, "How dare I save you? How dare I keep you alive? You and your foolish self-sacrificial acts!" Zatanna shrieked as she felt the sudden flood of energy rush her, swarming around her and causing the burning in her chest to intensify. "You're here because your precious husband gave you to me! He couldn't bear to see you lifeless. Naturally in his emotional state he took the first thing offered to him to save you." He smirked, sweeping in and picking Zatanna up as if she was but a doll and placed her on a chair in front of the mirror. That's when she noticed for the first time that her scars were gone. Her skin was paler than usual, more porcelain like in appearance.
"My father… he could have saved me too..."
"Bingo, but bird-brain didn't know that, and if he did, well," He laughed, standing behind Zatanna. One of his hands snaked around to the front of her neck, his grip tightening slightly. "I may have influenced his decision just a little." She glared at Klarion in the mirror. "But don't you worry, those little...creatures, you popped out are just fine. I didn't go near them if that is what you're afraid of."
"Who said I was afraid," She grabbed his hands and focused. She wasn't sure how the magic she had now worked. She pulled his hand from her throat and spun up off the chair, twisting his arm. She wasn't just a one trick pony, Dick had taught her how to defend herself. Klarion yelled out in anger at the sudden assault, but Zatanna's efforts were cut short. In a blaze of red heat, she was thrown against the wall by Klarion. She stared at him, horror struck. She had never seen him look like this. His skin was tinted blue, his face distorted, demonic red eyes glaring at her and mouth wide screaming in anger, showing pointed teeth.
"You will obey me! You will fear me!" Zatanna felt something burning her neck and chest. Small black marks were blazing on her skin in all the places she had been scarred by Klarion. She felt herself being pulled to her feet, the black marks spreading to join each other, leaving a trail of black from her neck to her breasts. She narrowed her eyes, anger flooding through her. She yelled at Klarion, and a blast of power shot out of her towards him. He easily dodged and smirked. The burning in her chest lessened as the black marks blazed, the pain from them lessening. She flung her hands before her. Two large eldritch bolts shot from her at Klarion, who countered with his own red version. He formed a large whip from his magic, flicking it at Zatanna. She dodged, a wicked smirk spreading across her face as she fired smaller bolts at the painting on the wall above him, causing it to crash down on him. The smirk dropped from her face when she heard Klarion's laughter.
"Chaos really is becoming of you. Can't you feel it? I know you can," He pushed the destroyed painting aside. "I infected you with it a long time ago." As he pointed to the black marks on her, they flared red for a moment, the colour of his magic. "And now you have developed a taste for it. Don't deny it, I saw your smirk." She looked in the mirror, touching the black marks. The pain from them was now just a faint tingle, the burning in her chest just a mild irritation. Klarion was right, using that magic to attack him had felt good, she did smirk, but that was because she wanted to escape surely?
"No, I will never turn to Chaos! I-" Her knees buckled as the burning in her chest suddenly flared again, the black marks blazing brighter, almost feeling as if it were searing itself into her skin. She cried out in pain, doubled over on her hands and knees. She could see Klarion's shoes getting closer to her in her peripheral vision. He knelt down in front of her, pulling her into a sitting position by her shoulders. His wicked pointed tooth grin and red eyes shook her to her core. She tried to turn her head, to break his gaze, but the black marks yet again blazed red, and she found herself unable to turn away from Klarion's eyes.
"You will soon learn, my little pet, that you cannot deny me," He grabbed either side of her face, kissing her harshly. The red marks on her skin were burning hot as she resisted his kiss. Tears started streaming down her face and her body trembled from the pain. Klarion eventually broke away, anger practically pouring off him in waves. He flung her to the ground and stormed out the room. Slowly, the marks turned black again, the pain subsiding to a bearable amount. The moment Zatanna screamed out in a mixture of pain and anger, causing a wave of magic to shred everything close to her, the pain from her chest stopped.
"So… Chest pains from resisting his magic…" She sighed and ran a finger along one of the black marks. "And burning from resisting his will. Oh Dick… please save me."
"Don't worry boys," Dick spoke softly, looking at the two sleeping babies, "I'll bring your mother home... I'll fix this," He quietly left the room. He sighed and headed in the direction of the cave. Alfred would look after the boys tonight while he went over some research with Batman. Giovanni was so furious at Dick's decision that had refused to work directly with him in fear that Giovanni would wrestle control from him and attack Dick, therefore all information he was discovering was being sent directly to the Batcave. It had been over a week since Klarion had taken Zatanna and the only information they had been able to discover was that she was not in this dimension. It was likely that Klarion had taken her to his home world, but it was taking longer than expected to be able to locate Witch World and find safe passage for a rescue team. Dick glanced over Tim's shoulder at the book he was reading.
"Wait... everyone in Witch World has knowledge of black magic?" He caused Tim to jump and snap the book shut on reflex.
"To different extents," Bruce pulled up a file with all information he was able to obtain about Witch World. While everyone had knowledge and experience with black magic there, there were very few as powerful as Klarion. "If we could lure Klarion here, things would be easier. As it stands, this will be a dangerous mission for anyone with no magical knowledge."
"I don't care," Dick stared at his wedding ring, "This is my fault, and I'm going to fix it. I'm going to get my wife back." The computer buzzed with an incoming transmission.
"I have found a way to Witch World."
Right so, the link thing. I found these two amazing pictures of Klarion which is what I like to image he looked similar to at that point in the story.
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art/Commission-Klarion-the-Witch-Boy-310093181?q=boost%3Apopular%20Klarion&qo=16