Zala sat on the one bed in the small apartment that she shared with her mother. Her mother had been gone for a few days to work with the league, she hadn't known that though. She picked up the only picture of her father they had. Her mother had never even told her his name. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties in the photo. He had his arms wrapped around her mother, they had been on vacation. When this memory had taken place Zala had been twelve.
"Who's that?" asked Zatanna.
"My dad, never met him." Answered Zala.
"What's his name?"
"You never told me."
"Oh."
Her mother entered the house. She was wearing a strange magician's outfit that Zala had never seen before. She looked tired and worn out. "Mom, Where were you?" asked Zala.
"Important business." Her mother answered.
"You always say that!" yelled Zala.
"Did I not tell you about my magic?" asked Zatanna.
"Yeah, you were kind of secretive back then." Said Zala.
Her mother gave her sad smile. "I know."
"You always leave me! Why?" asked Zala. Zatanna sat on the bed next to her.
"I have to tell you something, a family secret."
"What?" asked Zala.
"Do you believe in magic?"
"You probably should, saying everything that happens in this world, it's really not that unbelievable." Said Shana.
Zala frowned in confusion. "Well, I guess there are heroes who use it." She answered.
"And it looks like your mom was one of them." Said Emily.
"Well, I can use it." Said her mother.
Zala looked skeptically at her mother. "Ok, if you can actually do magic, show me."
"Ekam em raew naillivic gnihtolc." Said her mother and suddenly she was wearing a white blouse and blue jeans.
Zala gaped at her mother. "How…?"
"You say thing backward and it happens, it's a family gift."
"Yeah, my father used to be Zattarra, but now…" said Zatanna trailing off.
"He's doctor fate." Said Zala with sympathy.
"Can I do that?" asked Zala.
"Probably."
"So I just say something backwards, like what?"
"Why don't we start with something simple? Say 'evom eht puc drawerof'."
Zala did, and it worked. Zala gasped. Her mother smiled.
A/N: Sorry another short chapter. I thought I should do something on someone on someone that I haven't really focused on yet. Please review.