Chapter Fifty Six "the Magic in Me" Part One.
Smut/Lemon Begins.
-PROFILE-
Smut/Lemon Ends.
Winds blew throughout Metropolis when the autumn breeze kicked into a fever pitch and a dark haired young woman stood on the street cover, her head turning from one side to the other, a smile crossed over her face. Yet the smile was to hide the very real pain she felt after everything that transpired throughout her life. Many years ago her father died and it was a very hard time for her. The woman recalled it quite well and the dark force that claimed him indicated that there were forces beyond his comprehension that he dabbled with.
That was one of the lessons that her father imparted on her before he died, there was nothing about it, but she wished to do what she could to bring him back. That was her foremost wish and something that she wanted to do but there was nothing to do it.
Even her magic, even all of the enchantments that she tried over the past couple of years, they were all duds, dead ends, and everything that caused her great dismay. The young woman stood dressed in a white shirt, jeans, with her black hair tied back in a ponytail.
Her name was Zatanna Zatara, the only daughter of Giovanni Zatara, one of the greatest escape artists that the world ever known. Yet, there was the fact that he had magic that allowed him to escape all of those times; that fact was obvious, but there was one thing that he could never escape, and that was his own demise. The dark haired young witch/sorceress/magic user stood at the street corner, before she made her way to a shop in the downtown district of Metropolis. There were instances where she had to go for the desperate times and desperate actions.
"Zatanna, surprised to see you here of all people."
Zatanna turned around to see the young man in the alleyway, twenty five, twenty six years old, with dark hair, dressed in a crisp suit. He stood by the side with his butler, and Zatanna knew who he was, she met him years ago. She greeted him with a smile crossing her face and stood on her heels before she faced him with a bright expression and tone of voice.
"Bruce...this is a pleasant surprise, or do you prefer the name, John Smith?"
Bruce Wayne offered Zatanna a cordial smile, she was a few years his junior and quite taken with him when he traveled the world to train. One of Bruce's teachers was Zatanna's father, who taught Bruce much about escaping. He turned around before he placed his hands on his hips and considered Zatanna for a moment, peering in her eyes.
"So I hear you specialize in granting people's wishes," Bruce commented lightly when he looked back at Zatanna and the young woman responded with a nod.
"Yes, that's a specialty of mine, I feel that it's my way to give back to others with my powers," Zatanna commented when she looked at back at Bruce. She placed her hands on her hips before she offered Bruce a nice grin and placed her hands through her hair. Then she proceeded to speak to him again, curiosity getting the better of her in spite herself. "So, what is the wish of the great Bruce Wayne, Billionaire Playboy?"
Bruce offered Zatanna a slight smile.
"Why bother with wishes when money can buy me everything?" Bruce answered but Zatanna did not buy the Billionaire playboy act for a moment at all. She leaned forward and put her hand on Bruce's before she smiled at him.
"You and I both know what your wish is, the same wish that I have," Zatanna offered in a serious voice when she looked back at Bruce long and hard with a careful expression in her eyes.
"It's been five years, hasn't it?" Bruce asked her and Zatanna answered Bruce's query with a light nod.
"Five long years, yes," Zatanna answered him when she leaned forward and placed her hands on her hips. "It's been five years, but it never gets any easier. I suppose you know where I'm coming from better than anyone else."
Bruce did not really respond but Zatanna got the message loud and clear. The truth was that his real wish would be a world where Batman was not needed, thus a world that an eight year old boy would not have his parents gunned down before him in an alleyway. That was a wish that Bruce did not even bother considering for a moment, that was a folly to even think that it would happen. The billionaire playboy by day, caped crusader by night, stared back at Zatanna.
"I think I've found a way to speak to my father," Zatanna added when she stared back at Bruce and Bruce offered her a calm expression. "You've never been one to believe in magic, have you?"
"I believe that there are things that should not be dabbled in," Bruce corrected her but Zatanna shrugged her shoulders when she looked back at him.
"I know what I'm doing," Zatanna answered when she leaned forward and gazed in Bruce's eyes. "Don't be a stranger now."
Zatanna spun around and walked off without another word, leaving Bruce in her wake. Alfred craned his neck to look at his employer, before he offered his two cents.
"An inquiry, what is with you and wayward and troubled young women, sir?"
"I'm just looking out for a friend, Alfred," Bruce responded evasively when he turned around and walked back to his limo. "I hope that she knows what she's doing."
"That is a hope that I share with you, sir," Alfred agreed when he blinked nice and long before he shifted his gaze towards the limo and entered inside. "Business calls."
"Yes, indeed, Alfred," Bruce agreed when he hoped Zatanna knew what she was doing. If she got in too far deep, Bruce might not even be able to bail her out, even if he knew that there was someone within Metropolis that could if she got in over her head. "I believe that a trip to the Shining Light Foundation is in order."
"Very good sir," Alfred offered when the limo drove off, he was just the driver and the butler, and he knew by now that Bruce had a method to his madness.
Zatanna walked inside the dusty shop where a kindly old man stood before her, with various magical trinkets hanging from the ceiling. They flickered in Zatanna's eyes in every single direction, the dark haired magical user stepping forward into the light.
"May I help you, young lady?" the old shopkeeper said.
"I have this book on pre-order, I wish to pick it up," Zatanna told him when she handed him the receipt and the shopkeeper took it. She did not mention that she figured the book once belonged to her father at one point and was her birthright.
"Ah yes, a very old and rare book of enchantments, I must say, you have good taste, my dear," the old shopkeeper said when he turned around and pulled open the cabinet before he removed the dusty tome from the cabinet. He placed it on the table and Zatanna looked at it, surprised expression on her face before she brushed the dust from the book.
"Yes, this is exactly what I need," Zatanna responded when she took the book and turned around, having already pre-paid for it. "Thank you."
"No, thank you," the old shopkeeper stated when his face twisted into an expression of pure sadistic glee.
When Zatanna was gone, the shopkeeper revealed his true form; he was not some kindly shopkeeper at all, but rather the aged sorcerer known as Felix Faust. Faust's face contorted into a grin before he placed his hands on the table before him and waited for the young woman to open the portal like a good little soldier.
"Soon master, we will take the world by storm," Faust stated when malice danced from his eyes.
Zatanna clutched the book in her hands when she made her way from the shop and made her way to the hotel suite across Metropolis but she ran into another familiar face. She stepped back with a start when she looked at the young man before him, she had seen him many years before, but she was very long when she ran into him. It was almost ten years ago when he saved her from a group of dangerous magic users, but Zatanna recognized these green eyes anywhere.
"Well it looks like trouble just rolled into town," Harry remarked when he stared down Zatanna who looked back at him with a surprise but she snorted. She stood on her heels before she stared back at Harry nice and long before taking a calming breath. Her expression never left Harry's face at all, rather Zatanna kept her gaze focused and intent on Harry for an extremely long time before she spoke.
"You know, you're the last person who should talk about people getting in trouble, Harry Potter," Zatanna responded with a steady expression on her face when she stepped across to greet him. "So I heard you found someone, I'm sure she's very beautiful."
Harry smiled, Kara was very beautiful, as was Chloe and Karen as well, but he decided not to let Zatanna in on the fact that he had multiple spouses. The dark haired young sorceress kept his eyes on Zatanna before he responded.
"I heard about your father, I'm sorry, he seemed like a good man the few times that I had the pleasure of meeting him."
Zatanna appreciated the sentiment; she only met Harry a handful of times before he seemed to disappear off the grid. Then again, she felt surprised when she heard that Harry popped up after all of these years just last year, after not spending that much time in the public life. Harry never was the type to be in the spotlight, from what she managed to find out about him, yet he was back in the spotlight with the entire Shining Light Foundation.
"So how have you been holding up?" Harry asked when he looked at Zatanna and she took a long time to consider his question before she responded slowly and carefully, choosing her words as such.
"About as well I could be expected, I guess," Zatanna offered with a long sigh when a smile crossed her face. "But it's not going to matter for too long as I've found a way to talk to him."
Alarm was something that spread across Harry's face when he looked back at Zatanna, carefully considering what she said to him, and he wondered about a lot of what she said. The dark haired young wizard carefully considered every single word that she said and did not want to rain on Zatanna's parade especially when she was such in high spirits.
Yet, he felt compelled to give her a warning in case she tried to do something that she would end up regretting later. The dark haired wizard placed his hands on his head, before he titled his head back, and looked at Zatanna.
"I hope you know exactly what you're dabbling in," Harry told her when he considered the young magic user before him. She was several years his junior, especially when one dealt with chronological ages. "Because I know better than anyone else about how dabbling with magic, especially involving dead parents, can come back and bite you hard."
Zatanna shook her head nice and long before she gazed back at Harry, considering his words nice and carefully. Harry had been through a lot and seen a lot, but there was just something about his words that she was willing to overlook. She did not go about a matter like this without thinking things through very carefully and clearly, that was not the way her mind worked. Still, a smile crossed her face when she contemplated what Harry said and pushed her back against the wall to look at him.
"I appreciate the concern Harry, I do, really," Zatanna responded when she pursed her lips into what passed as a smile. "But, I've been working hard on it, researching everything, and this time I've found something that won't blow up in my face."
"Remember, those who mess with the dead open a Pandora's Box," Harry warned her when he looked back at her.
"You could give Bruce lessons with how paranoid you are," Zatanna responded with a chuckle before she looked back at Harry, adjusting her shirt before she smiled and calmly stated her next question in a would be casual matter. "So tell me, is there anything the famous Harry Potter wishes for?"
"Wishes tend to backfire, as you have to be exact, otherwise they blow up in your face," Harry answered when he stared back at her. "I have everything that I wanted or ever needed right here, that's all that matters."
"Are you certain you wouldn't yearn one day of having a peaceful life?" Zatanna offered him but Harry's smile crossed over his face.
"Trust me, normality is overrated," Harry responded back to her without missing a beat before the two stared back at each other, the tension between both magic users rising. There was an unspoken agreement between the two not to speak of the incident that almost happened between them all those years back. It didn't get too far anyway before Sinclair and her followers decided to interject themselves in what was building up to be something between the two.
"Oh that's right, you're Harry Potter, you don't do normal," Zatanna offered him when she turned around. "Maybe I'll see you again."
"Maybe," Harry responded before he hoped that this, whatever she was doing, would not blow up in Zatanna's face. He was half tempted to take the spellbook away from her and beat some sense over her head with it.
The only way people learned their lesson about messing in things that were beyond their comprehension was the hard way. That was the most painful motivator and Harry remembered it more times than ever before. Hell, he was the one that learned it, time and time again.
He turned around to head back to the Shining Light Foundation to check in with Kara, Karen, and Chloe, now that they were finally on the same page. Where Clark would be with the destroyer coming, that was something that they would worry about in time. Lois, Lana, and Raya did their best he was sure but Harry left nothing to chance.
"No, Clark, trust me, take all of the time away that you need," Kara told Clark over the phone at the Shining Light Foundation when she kicked her feet back on the desk with a sigh and looked forward of the window. "I don't need to keep an eye on you twenty-four seven, and then there's Raya...yeah that was a surprise as well...it's mostly you, Lois, and Lana right now, okay fine. Take care, and don't get into too much trouble. Oh, yeah, Lois got a death threat form someone, that's not surprising, hopefully with her powers she could be able to mitigate that."
Kara laughed at something that Clark said over the phone as Claire sat at a chair beside her desk in her office, in between classes, and she read the book that she was assigned. A smile crossed her face when she half listened, even though she could not hear exactly what was being said on one end of the phone. Claire did not have the super hearing her parents did, either of them, but she figured that was a blessing and a curse.
"Okay, Clark, talk to you went you get back, but take it easy out there," Kara offered him over the phone before she hung the phone up, threw her head back, and sighed long and hard. The blonde Kryptonian fixed her eyes outside the window; the future did look rather bright all things considered. "Claire?"
"Yes, Mom," Claire responded with a sweet and innocent look across her face when Kara looked at her. There was a moment before Kara continued to speak.
"Three minutes, you got to get back, don't you?" Kara asked her daughter and Claire pulled a face when she realized what the time was. Her break flew by fast, too fast all things considered. "You don't want to be late."
"No, I don't," Claire offered with a smile on her face before she spun around and walked out. She nearly bowled over Harry when he walked through the door. "Dad."
"Claire," Harry answered before he gave his daughter a brief hug and he walked over to be with Kara when Claire went on her read. "She's doing really well in her classes."
"That she is," Kara answered with a smile when she showed Harry what she was working on. "I think that I might have figured out the location of the second crystal key. Stop and think about it, if there's one place where all of the weird stuff in the world happens, what do you think it is?"
"Smallville," Harry answered her without missing a beat and sure enough, Kara's hand was against Harry's. "Clark's coming here was not a mistake and neither was mine."
"And there was something that Jor-El saw in this place, but I wonder if he subconsciously picked up on certain cues," Kara offered Harry and it was that point where Harry took a long time to consider what Kara was talking about. The fact of the matter is they had to find the second key and the second part of the map.
"It does seem like we're always tracking down something," Harry offered Kara and Karen popped up at that moment, taking the seat on Harry's lap. Harry smiled when he wrapped his arms around his third wife.
"Chloe's coming up in a little bit," Karen informed them with a tense expression on her face when Harry pulled his arms tightly around her. Karen rested her head on Harry's chest and began to speak a bit more. "So tell me, what have you found out so far?"
"Well, we believe that our mystical key might be somewhere in Smallville," Kara offered Karen and Karen shifted over before she saw the print out Kara had. "The weird energy points here, here, and here indicate that there's something here. I've been researching how the meteors fell and there seems to be a nexus point."
"It's where Clark's ship landed, isn't it?" Karen asked Kara out of the blue and Kara never really thought about that. They could mentally trace back the trip of Clark's ship, using their powers and find the exact point of where they landed. If they found that exact point, then they could track down the second key.
Granted, it was a longshot, but right now it was the only shot that they had. Karen, Kara, and Harry focused on the thoughts and wondered about the prize in the box; although truth be told, skepticism reigned supreme in their minds as they gone over the problem with every single angle in their minds. The treasure as Kara, Karen, and Harry all suspected could contain an item to reverse one death, without consequence, but Harry wondered if it would be that easy.
"I interpret that as this," Harry informed both of them and Kara and Karen turned around to look at Harry, eyes widened in curiosity, before Harry continued to speak to them. "The trinket that we're after is going to give us a chance to reverse one death without consequence, but it's not necessarily going to be us being able to reverse that death one hundred percent of the way."
Karen and Kara considered this point that Harry made when they mulled over every single word he stated in their minds and to be honest, he did have a point. Everything about their mission as Heralds of Death had some kind of double meaning to it, and they wondered when it was going to stop. The two blonde Kryptonians placed their hands on Harry's and shifted towards him with bright smiles and bright eyes.
"Whatever it is, we'll deal with it," Karen commented in a light voice when she squeezed Harry's hand and Harry squeezed back, with Harry taking the other hand. Karen and Harry's lips met in a light and tender kiss, with Harry showing Karen that she was not alone. Harry turned around and kissed Kara on the lips immediately as well.
"Well it looks like I'm missing out on all the fun."
Those words indicated that Chloe showed up and she stood in the doorway, with a mock pout on her face but Harry sped over to grab her around the waist, nice and tightly. Harry tilted Chloe back enough to capture her lips in a kiss and she felt the pleasure of Harry's mouth working over hers. The two Blonde Kryptonians worked over the diagrams again to double check their math.
Harry pulled away from the kiss and walked over with Chloe to sit down. Now that was out of the way, it was time for them to bring her back up to current events.
"I wouldn't be surprised if that's underneath Smallville," Chloe answered when she closed her eyes and thought about everything long and hard before her mind and gaze returned. She voiced the theory she had to both of them, a smile crossing her face. "And I bet if you find our little death symbol, you'll find the second key."
Harry, Kara, and Karen exchanged a tense look before all of them nodded, that was more than likely. They had a lot of work to do and not too much time to do it. The entire incident with the second key and second part of the map was first and foremost on Harry's mind, so much that he forgot his little meeting with Zatanna and the warning he gave her about meddling in magics. He reminded himself that he should keep one eye open and also inform his wives about what was going on because if he needed help, they would be his best line of defense to help him out.
There was plenty of time to think about that later, as of now, they had much to do, that was a point that Harry could not belabor enough. Time ran down when the destroyer got close and Harry was not a fool, he heard of the deaths of people being found, brutally maimed.
It was hard to pinpoint a pattern when the suspect was completely twisted and out of his mind, but Harry tried his hardest to do so. The problem was that the monster's savage fury did not indicate any kind of pattern. The time got nearer for Clark's reckoning and the Heralds intended to push him into that battle with as easy of a time as he could, so his victory would be assured.
Speaking of people getting near their time of reckoning, Zatanna stood in a basement surrounded by torches as she drew the symbols on the pedestal. She realized how cliche this situation seemed but she could not be bothered, there were instances where the dark haired sorceress felt that she had nothing to lose and anything to gain. The warnings that Bruce and Harry both gave her, albeit in different ways, rang out through her mind, but she had little time to think about everything. Rather she drew the symbols on the pedestal.
Hesitation was her greatest enemy right now, an enemy that snuck up on her, filled her mind with self-doubt, with all kinds of disturbing thoughts in the back of her head. The dark haired young witch double checked the symbols on the runes, it was exactly that the spell description in the book indicated, each and every time she checked and double checked, before she sketched them and held the book open before her.
"Here it is," Zatanna mumbled when she looked back at it, before her eyes narrowed towards the book and she saw the ritual before she shoved it onto the table. Dust flew from the book, the clouds nearly made her cough and hack, not to mention her eyes watered a great deal. Yet, Zatanna continued to press the page back and began to speak the incantation in a strangled tongue.
She read it over and over several times to ensure that she got the ritual precisely right, there was no time for a misstep in a situation like this; Zatanna could not speak enough about how she had to get this exactly right, or everything would fall to pieces. The power glowed from her hands when she continued to mutter underneath her breath and continued to empower the symbols, her hair flying back from the mystical energy that swirled around the room and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Time stood still, Zatanna was lost in that moment in time, the moment where someone thought they would do something completely right or completely wrong; she waited for the other shoe to drop. She looked forward curiously, waiting for a hint that her father was waiting to speak to her on the other side, but there was not another word.
Rather there was a pause and a loud hissing sound, but then portal hovered in the air, before it turned from blue to red and the glow bounced off of Zatanna's eyeballs, she felt like she stood in hell.
"I don't understand, I did the ritual perfectly," Zatanna offered when she put her hands on the book or tried to at least, but the book bounced her back a few steps. She felt like she got shocked, and held her hands, turning them over to see smoke coming through them with the burn marks.
There was a low, inhumane, and quite sadistic chuckle that filled Zatanna's ears and slowly, with the hairs prickling upon the back of her neck, she turned around to see the same shopkeeper she bought the book from. He looked back at Zatanna when she massaged the burned flesh on her hands.
"This book was a dud," Zatanna responded to him in an accusatory tone of voice but his laughter raised up a little bit, once again it freaked Zatanna out only a slight bit.
"Actually, my dear, this book worked perfectly," the shopkeeper offered with a bow before his disguise melted away from him to reveal his true form. "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Felix Faust, and you've just unleashed hell upon earth, my dear Zatanna."
Zatanna's eyes flashed towards Faust's, she needed more information and she raised her hand.
"Dnib mih!" Zatanna declared when she sent the ropes to Faust but he blocked the attack and pivoted on her feet, before her eyes narrowed towards him.
Faust clucked his tongue and tutted a little bit before his hands placed upon his hips, he stared back at her for a bit of a time.
"You're so predictable, Zatanna," Faust responded when he took a long hard look at her, before the sorcerer informed her of his plan. "My master...well he's one that doesn't like to be left waiting to say the very least. He wants to send his legions into this world, and well know what today is."
"No," Zatanna offered wondering what the significance of the day was.
"Friday the thirteenth, the day where occult energies are their highest and all I needed was one foolish little girl to open one single portal," Faust responded before he flicked his wrist and sent Zatanna flying backwards against the wall.
Several shadow creatures appeared from the portal and Zatanna tried to use her best spell to push them back into the portal for a moment. She panted heavily when she tried to push back into the portal but the demons overwhelmed her when they continued to march in, her hands cracked and snapped the harder they pushed back. She struggled, there was no need to worry about them, the dark haired witch shifted her eyes and she grunted with her knees bending.
'Have to stop them,' Zatanna thought but this was something that was way out of her depth and Faust knew that she knew she was outgunned.
The day has come, that much Faust realized and he tingled with excitement when he watched Zatanna's attempts to push them back into the portal. She caused this, her struggles made everything all that much sweeter, and made the hunt even more joyous. The young sorceress continued to push back further and further, each moment her mind strained and cracked under the pressure.
Faust sensed the demons he could control coming closer out of the portal, the time would be at an end for all of the people, and darkness would reign supreme over the world. Flashing lights filled the room when Zatanna was blown back and overwhelmed by the demons. She used her last bit of magic to form a protective shield over her but Faust's face twisted into a grin.
"Come forth my children, she is of no consequence; we have a world to plunder."
The Shining Light Foundation's alarms went off, now normally there were times where false positives could be triggered, no magical charms were perfect. Yet, there were other times like this where such a sensitive alarm being triggered was a cause for ample concern and the dark haired wizard known as Harry Potter adjusted his position before he looked out the window, carefully seeing what was going to happen. The other two blonde Heralds of Death and the blonde herald to the herald also looked out the window.
It was calm.
Almost too calm.
In fact, if Harry hazarded a guess, it was the time of calm where he should be alarmed for the other shoe to drop, wait for something awful to happen, wait for something that will tear apart all time and space into a horrific entity. Harry waited for it to happen, he waited for every single moment to come undone but suddenly he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head. Kara and Karen felt the same thing and the three Heralds hunched forward.
Chloe immediately dove in, being a mere Herald to the Heralds, she only had a certain sense for what was gong on but at the same time, she could sense that whatever was going on was not good, it was not good at all. Concern filled her eyes when she placed a pair of hands on her hips as she turned to face the three Heralds who waved off her concern. Yet at the same time it was painfully obvious that they felt some kind of discomfort and a great deal of pain, being hunched over in such a way.
"I believe we got it," Harry managed when he wheezed a little bit and Chloe grabbed around him and the other two Heralds slumped against the wall. Chloe looked confused, bewildered, and more than likely she was a bit scared about everything, her mind came unraveled.
"What do you have?" Chloe asked, to be honest, she was almost afraid to ask what was being cooked up now.
Harry's expression never wavered, not even for a moment, before he found himself inclined to answer.
"Something is out in the city, something dangerous."
"So it is as I feared then, she's dabbled into something that she cannot undo."
Chloe, Kara, Karen, and Harry all spun around to see Batman standing in the flesh right before them, with his belt on and a stoic expression on his face underneath his cowl. Harry could not even begin to know how Batman got in here, past his security without tripping up the alarm. Then again, the hyper sensitivity of the alarms were directed elsewhere, so an intrusion by someone, even someone as imposing as Batman could not trigger them.
"Zatanna, she did this," Batman offered when he looked back at Harry and Harry opened his mouth. "Unwillingly, unwittenly, the person who sold her that book make her their perfect pawn."
"Are you saying that I should have stopped her then?" Harry asked Batman, a defense forming on the tip of his tongue but surprisingly, Batman responded with a simple answer of his own.
"No, you shouldn't, for if I lectured you, then I would be equally as guilty. I warned Zatanna about the danger of what she was doing, but yet there was no way to stop whatever this is."
Whatever this is, Kara, Karen, and Harry found as they tapped into their full Herald of Death Powers but suddenly the connection grew weak.
"Uh oh."
Chloe's face contorted in confusion before she turned to the three Heralds at these words from Kara.
"Care to elaborate just a tiny bit more?"
Elaborate was what Harry did. "You know what the date is today, don't you?"
Chloe thought about it for a moment before she looked back at Harry. "Friday the thirteenth...so what does that have to do with anything?"
Kara picked up with an explanation of her own. "On Friday the thirteenth, there are weird things in the air regarding the magic that exists all around us. Everything is aligned such a way where our powers don't work as well as they should. It's not as if they're taking away but..."
"You have a short in other words," Chloe confirmed with the three Heralds nodding, that was what best described them for lack of a better term.
"Mr. Potter, a Miss Zatara is here to see you," the receptionist at the front desk said before they could figure out anything.
"Send her on up, now," Harry said a bit shorter than he intended, but given the situation, his temper was not the most stable right about now. The damage that occurred would have to be mitigated, how and when, Harry had no clue. In the meantime, Zatanna would make her way up to face the music.
Moments later, Zatanna arrived just in time to stare down the entire group, that contained the three Heralds of Death, Chloe, and Batman, with them staring back at her. The dark haired young sorceress collected her thoughts before her eyes narrowed a little bit, an apologetic expression on her face before she decided that now was the time to speak. Harry looked in her eyes dead on, not blinking, not saying a word, but the implication of what he was thinking was there.
"So, you told me so."
Harry gave her a stiff nod, once again not saying anything and Kara, without a word, offered Zatanna a chair and she took it sitting it down.
"I suppose you have a plan."
"Working on it as we speak," Harry answered when he turned around to look out the window but there was a moment when another person showed up. A smile crossed Harry's face when he saw her arrive; standing in the shadows where only Harry could see her properly from his vantage point.
"I figured you might need some help when I saw what was happening, so I got here as quickly as I can."
To Be Continued in Part Two.