MoP
Harry Potter and the Myriad of Possibilities: Contagion
Chapter 3: Acceptance
Disclaimer: This is solely a not-for-profit fan activity and does not intend to infringe on copyrights held by Time Warner, DC Comics, Bloomsbury et al, and JK Rowling. Any characters that are original to this work remain the property of the author.
A/N: The Myriad of Possibilities Series primarily uses the background from the Harry Potter books but some elements and scenes have been borrowed from other sources – including the movies, Pottermore and my own headcanon – that will be covered where they fit into the narrative. The timeline of the DC Comics elements borrows heavily from Young Justice (2011) and may adapt elements and characters from the comics and several additional other media instalments – including but not limited to Smallville (2001) and Superman and Lois (2021) – and relocates events of Young Justice to the Eighties and early Nineties rather than the New Tens as screened and includes several 'legacy' and original characters as a result. Any other recognisable characters belong to their copyright holders.
A/N: Thanks to Jon, Greg Parsons and 6f5e4d for their help on this chapter.
The Watchtower.
July 10, 10:12 EDT.
"I think that's everything," concluded Black Lightning from his place at the head of the table. "Does anyone have any other business?"
"I need to ask Zatanna about something," Artemis offered. "But it's not general business."
"Very well… meeting is adjourned," the former teacher confirmed.
"What do you need?" asked Zatanna as she and Artemis rose from their seats.
"Have you heard ever heard of Die Geiergesellschaft?" Artemis asked. "There was a reference in one of your books."
Zatanna paused for a moment, then made a face. "They're a minor chaos magic cult with something of bird fetish if I recall… Kent had a few dealings with them back in the day."
Artemis nodded. "Lieutenant Cruces asked me to look into a double murder and child kidnapping. The Team and I tracked them to Leesburg and rescued the child before they could compete the ritual sacrifice."
Zatanna smiled, then frowned. "You said completed?"
"I did," Artemis confirmed. "There were… complications."
"And you're hoping I can help?"
"I am," Artemis agreed. "Linda's language skills have been completely scrambled. According to Hank, she can still speak and hear, but she's stuck on backwards German."
"Hank… my protégé?"
"Yeah, Linda's his cousin."
"I think we've met…" mused Zatanna. "Only once though."
"She's out of hospital, but I don't think she'll be able to move on while her cousin or a telepath has to speak for her."
"I know a little about that, and you're right," Zatanna pointed out. "I'll dig into the books… do what I can."
"I knew you will," Artemis agreed. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."
Greenwich Village.
July 25, 2019, 17:16 EDT.
Zatanna unwrapped the package that she'd picked up in Reykjavik earlier that day and regarded it closely, looking for even the slightest blemish or impurity and finding none. She set it down in a small mat and lowered herself in a tailor's seat and checked her notes. "Esrever eht esruc, nruter reh hceeps!"
The amulet glowed briefly, but then faded. Well, that's not the right spell… she concluded with a sigh, then returned to her notes.
July 26, 09:16 EDT.
"Rorrim hceeps, esrever... larutan hceeps nruter!" commanded Zatanna, her voice hoarse and sweat dripping from her face.
The amulet glowed, far stronger than before fading.
That's it, well nearly, Zatanna declared. I just need more power… she gulped. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this but…"
Shivering slightly, she reached over and pulled another set of notes toward her. "Mahgo, dog fo sdrow. Esrever eht rorrim fo reh hceeps... nruter reh larutan hceeps!" she cried, repeating the spell over and over as sweat began to pour from her, causing her hair to droop and the back of her camisole to darken until the amulet was enveloped in a warm, steady glow which merged into the trinket rather than fading.
An inarticulate cry of triumph burst from Zatanna's ravaged throat as she sprawled backwards, completely exhausted.
10:16 EDT.
"Zatanna, wake up!" insisted a familiar voice. "Can you hear me… can you open your eyes?"
Zatanna slowly opened her eyes with a groan, squinting to try and focus on the figure looming over her and it gradually resolved into Khalid Nassour, Kent Nelson's nephew and a childhood friend from her pre-Team days. "Head hurts," she moaned, then coughed. "Light bad."
"I'm not surprised," declared the Arab medical student. "You're badly dehydrated. How… why… did you?"
"I've been doing a working," Zatanna told him, then bent to pick up the amulet from the floor and held it up. "Countering chaos spells is tricky at the best of times."
Khalid nodded.
"But the backlash and trace remnants from a half-cast ritual that I don't have all the information on were even harder."
"That makes sense," Khalid agreed. "But you did it?"
"I think so," Zatanna continued and held up the amulet. "It took weeks of research, and sixteen hours of casting to put it off, but I think so."
"And that was what made you pass out?" Khalid asked as he stood up and moved to her cupboards and started to remove supplies.
Zatanna nodded, hoisted herself into an easy chair and then accepted a glass of water that he handed her and took a healthy slug of the fluid. Then made a face and almost spit it out instead of swallowing it. "What in the name of…"
"Rehydration salts," replied Khalid. "Or at least the closest I could scrounge together with what you've got in your cupboards. It should help with your condition."
"Well, here's to that," admitted Zatanna as she took another drink. "Shame it tastes so bad."
"Natural remedies often do," Khalid agreed. "I think you'll be all right once you have some food and get some rest. I'll leave you to it."
Zatanna nodded, then took another sip of her drink. "Wait… why did you come here anyway? We don't have anything scheduled do we?"
"No," Khalid agreed. "I just wanted to pick up that copy of Olsen's Medical Herblore you told me about."
"Help yourself," Zatanna agreed grandly as a thump drew her attention to the arm of her easy chair.
"Mrroww?" asked the grey-haired Maltese.
"I'm okay, Jinx," Zatanna assured her cat, grazing the tuft of pinkish hair on the top of the creatures' head with her free hand. "I just overdid it with a ritual."
The cat purred, nuzzled her hand briefly, then dropped down off the chair and wandered towards where her food and water dishes and eyed them.
It didn't take long for Zatanna to realise what the cat was after, and she levered herself out of the easy chair and padded into the kitchenette area and quickly filled both, then was fixing herself a snack as Khalid left the library and joined her. "Do you want something?"
"No, I'll be fine." He assured her. "What are you doing for the rest of the day?"
She glanced over at the clock. "I've got monitor duty on the Watchtower from midday."
Khalid made a disapproving noise, "That's till midnight, right?"
"Yeah," Zatanna admitted.
"Can't you get out of it?"
"It'll be fine… being on monitor duty means that I'm the last pick for any action," Zatanna reminded him. "Which might not be the case if I stayed here."
"Fine. Are we still on for next weekend?"
"Of course," Zatanna assured him. "If I can help with anything in the meantime let me know."
"Will do."
The Watchtower.
11:52 EDT.
"Recognized, Zatanna Two-Five," declared the computer as Zatanna – now dressed in her uniform – teleported onto the facilities' mission room.
She looked around as she headed down the stairs and quickly spotted a young woman sitting facing one of the portals looking out into space. As she moved towards her, she could see that she was sketching and was doing a good job of it if she was any judge.
"Nice sketch," she offered.
The other hero startled a little, dropping her pencil, which landed on the deck with a clatter.
"Sorry, Kylie."
"It's okay," the young woman assured her as she bent to pick it up. "Time for me to go?"
"You can stick around if you want," the sorceress assured her. "But I've got this."
"I should probably head home," replied Kylie and started to pack up her things.
Zatanna moved back to the middle of the mission room and pulled up a couple of holo-displays and started reviewing recent reports.
"Recognized, Green Lantern Four-One," declared the computer a few moments later.
16:00 EDT.
Zatanna was slipping a cup of Yerba Mate tea to try and stay awake when an alert popped up on one of the holo-displays. She reached over with her free hand and tapped it, pulling up the notification.
She paused to consider the alert for a moment, then tapped another key, bringing it up the list of on-call members. She tapped to two names.
"Go ahead, Watchtower."
"How can I help?"
"Flash, Blue Devil… Firestorm is fighting a 'one man army' in Pittsburgh, can you two give him a hand?"
"I'll be there in a flash."
"Count me in."
23:44 EDT.
Zatanna stirred out of the doze that she'd slipped into as one of the Zeta-Tubes spun up. "Recognized, Red Tornado One-Six."
"Hi, Reddy," she said, fighting a yawn.
"Greetings, Zatanna," replied the robotic hero. "Are you well?"
"I've been better," admitted the sorceress as a yawn broke through. "I've been up for…" she paused to bring up a holographic clock. "… about forty hours."
"That was inadvisable."
"No kidding," Zatanna agreed. "But I've been trying to come up with something to help with or even fix Hank's cousin's language problems and I got stuck in a sixteen-hour working."
"Were you successful?"
"I'm not sure exactly how well it's going to work," Zatanna admitted. "But I've got something that will do something though."
"That is good news," Red Tornado observed as he pulled up the holo-displays that Zatanna had been using earlier. "But I suggest you get some proper rest as soon as possible."
Zatanna nodded. "It's been pretty quiet, just one incident in Philadelphia as far as I know?"
"Confirmed," reported the robot and a mugshot appear in a secondary display. "Danton Black aka Multiplex was successfully subdued due to the combined efforts of Firestorm, Flash and Blue Devil at 16:16 Eastern Time and has been transported to Belle Reve pending prosecution."
"I'll head off then," said Zatanna, then paused. "Will I see 'John Smith' at Hank's party later?"
"I do not believe so," replied her team-mate. "Traya is perfectly capable of travelling to Smallville via Zeta-Tube unescorted and a 'beach party' does not interest me."
"Fair enough," Zatanna conceded. "I'll see you soon anyway."
"That is likely."
Greenwich Village.
July 27, 00:16 EDT.
"Hi, Jinx," said Zatanna as the cat strode up to her and started rubbing against her boot. "Did you miss me?"
The Maltese didn't reply until she bent to caress her head, then she offered a brief purr and then broke away to skip towards where her food and water bowls were sitting.
Both were empty.
Zatanna grinned. "Well, I know what you're after," she observed and obeyed the instructions. Then with her task complete, she considering making some food for herself, but decided it wasn't worth it and left the kitchen for her bedroom, stripped off her uniform and collapsed into bed.
Smallville.
11:16 CDT.
A whisper of hot wind hit Zatanna as she left the Kents' barn where the local Zeta Tube was hidden. "Nonna, Nonno... are you here?!"
A return call from the farmhouse a moment later drew her towards the kitchen door, and when she entered a moment later she was engulfed by a warm hug by the family matriarch which she relaxed gratefully into until the older woman released her, frowning. "Are you all right, dear?"
"Yeah, you don't look so good," offered her husband from the kitchen table where he was packing a collection of picnic baskets with help from Traya Smith, who was dressed for the beach in a Red Tornado-themed swimming costume and her usual denim skirt.
"I'll be fine, Nonno," Zatanna assured him and walked around the side of table to share a hug for a moment. "I was busy overnight trying to set up something for Linda."
"That's great!" exclaimed Traya, smiling broadly.
Zatanna grinned back. "And then I had a shift on the Watchtower before I had a chance to get some sleep."
"But you've had some now?" asked Pa.
Zatanna nodded. "I'm still a little drained magically, but I'll recharge in a day or two with a bit of luck."
"Well let's hope so, dear."
When the baskets were all packed, Zatanna and Traya helped their 'grandparents' carry them out to the farm truck and once they were safely secured in the cargo bed, the quartet squeezed into the cab with the Kent patriarch at the wheel and set off for the lake.
By the time they arrived, several of the party guests had already and Traya looked at the Kents with a questioning expression.
After she received a nod, she slipped out of the truck, took off her skirt and trainers and then skipped down to the waters' edge to join the mixed group of similarly attired children centred around the Long children and their dog.
"Can you handle the unloading?" Zatanna asked as she glanced around, almost immediately spotting her target. "I'd like to talk to Lana before things get too busy."
"We'll be fine, dear," said Nonna Martha, then nodded towards another group of new arrivals. "And if not, I'm sure M'gann and my boys will help."
"M'gann does love her parties," agreed Zatanna brightly, then set off towards the shady spot where Lana was sitting with Lynn Pierce, both wearing bikinis.
"You look like a woman on a mission," observed Lois as she caught up with her. She was carrying her son Jonny nested in her arms.
"Well, you'd know what that looks like," Zatanna quipped. "You see it every day in the mirror."
"Not every day," countered the older brunette. "But often enough."
"How much do you know about Linda Lang's situation?"
"I know Die Geiergesellschaft killed her parents and then tried to sacrifice her in some sort of ritual," Lois began, then paused for a moment to resettle her grip on her son. "The official line is that she was saved by the FBI. But I've heard a rumour that it was the Team that did most of the heavy lifting?"
Zatanna nodded.
"I heard something about her having speech problems afterwards?"
"Not speech…" corrected Zatanna. "Language. She's locked into a form of backwards German – maybe Chaos speech, I'm exactly sure – so she can only communicate if her cousin or a telepath are present to translate."
"Ouch, that's a problem," winced Lois. "So, you have a solution?"
"Part of one, anyway."
"Part of one, what?" asked Lynne as the pair arrived at her and Lana's tree.
"Part of a solution for Linda's problems," replied Zatanna, making eye contact with Lana.
"You can fix her speech?" asked Lana hopefully.
Zatanna nodded. "At least help with them… and maybe some of the other stuff too."
"That's great news!" exclaimed Lana, then frowned slightly and patted the ground next to her. "Is that why you look exhausted?"
"I'm not," Zatanna assured her as she dropped down onto the grass. "But… yes. It was a tricky bit of magic, and as Nabu wasn't interested in helping… as usual… the list of people who have the skills to help, that I'd trust with something this sensitive is very short."
"Just one name I'll bet," offered Lois as she handed her son to Lynne for a moment so she could get settled.
"Queen Mera," Zatanna confirmed, glancing around to try spot the other mage without success. "My back-up plan was to ask her about it today if I hadn't managed by now."
"She's apparently… otherwise occupied," Lana explained. "Artur's coming with Iris, Bart and the twins."
Zatanna shrugged, and then reached into her shoulder-bag and burrowed inside it for a moment before extracting a small jewellery box and offered it to Lana.
"Is that it?" asked the red-head.
"What does it do?" asked Lois – now also undressed down to a purple bikini – as she retrieved her son.
"The idea is that it'll reverse the 'spell' that's been stopping her from communicating properly," replied Zatanna as she stripped down to her own strapless swimming costume.
"Will it?"
"I'm pretty sure that it'll work when she's wearing it," Zatanna asserted confidently. "I'm… less sure that it'll 'stick' if she takes it off or for how long if it does."
"Well's that's better than nothing," mused Lana. "And probably better for her independence and self-esteem than what's she got now… even if she is managing…"
"School could be a problem though," offered Lynne.
Lois nodded her agreement.
"Are there likely to be any side effects?" Lynne asked.
"Almost certainly," Zatanna admitted sadly as she accepted a bottle of water from Lynne. "Unfortunately, it's pretty much inevitable with patched together workings like this one. But… I'm fairly confident that they won't be harmful…"
"And this is the only option we've got for now?" asked Lana.
"Other than Hank continuing act as translator…"
"Which he's happy to do, of course," Lana clarified. "But it does limit Linda's options, so…"
"As far as the long-term goes… I talked to Lia," added Zatanna. "She thinks that Linda might be able learn how to do psychic translations with enough training, but she says it could take months at best for Linda to learn that."
"I need to talk to M'gann about her getting some training anyway," said Lana. "I'll mention that to hear. But you have my permission to give Linda the pendent." Her children and dog looked her way as she whistled. "Hank, Adnil!" she called and motioned them to join her.
The two pre-teens turned back to their playmates for a moment, then waded back to the shore with their dog splashing at their heels.
"What's up, Mom?" asked Hank, who wore a baggy pair of red-and-gold trunks, then spotted Zatanna and turned towards her, his expression hopefully. "Have you done it?"
"I have… something," Zatanna confirmed, then turned to Linda, who wore a green swimming costume. "I'm not sure how well it'll work, but it should help you if you're wearing it."
Linda's face lit up as Hank translated that back to her. "Nereiborp se ethcöm Hci!"
"She wants to try it," translated Hank. "Can she, Mom?"
"I've given my permission."
Hank made a face, considering his mother for a moment, but then turned back to Linda and translated the message.
As soon as you understood, Linda reached out a hand and Lana handed over the box. Linda flipped it open and her grin widened. "Nöhcsrednuw tsi se!" she declared, clearly delighted. "Neheizuzna se, nefleh rim ud tsnnak, Knah?"
"Hcilrütan," Hank replied, then reached over the obsidian and moonstone pendent out of the small box by its silver chain. After fiddling with the chain for a moment, he was able to open it and passed the two ends across her shoulders and fasten it at the back of her neck.
As soon as the pendent touched Linda's chest, a golden glow began to emanate from the rock bird, at almost the same time, a black haze appeared over her throat, month, eyes, ears and the left side of her head, all of which faded away as the glow overwhelmed it.
"Did it work!" asked Linda, desperately. "Did it?"
"It did," Lana confirmed, then got to her feet and enveloped her niece in a hug as the golden glow faded to invisibility. "It worked."
Hank cheered as he joined the pair in their hug, and a general cheer began to echo around the beach as word spread, with even a trio of cheerful barks added to the chorus.
"Khalid!" Zatanna exclaimed and turned around, smiling, then paused. "What are you doing here? This isn't your neighbourhood."
Her old playmate nodded. "But it is yours, more or less," he countered. "This was your parents' favourite store back in the day."
"You were looking for me," Zatanna concluded.
"Yeah," he admitted with a sigh. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"
"If you can wait until I've finished my shopping, there's an all-day pizzeria a couple of blocks away that's pretty good."
"My shift doesn't start until two, so I've got time," Khalid agreed.
12:16 EDT.
"This is really good!" Khalid exclaimed, enthusiastically, taking another bite of the thick-crusted, rectangular slice topped with onions, anchovies, tomatoes, herbs and strong cheese. "I've had pizza before but…"
"That was American pizza… This is Sicilian, the genuine article," Zatanna pointed out. "So, I assume you wanted to ask me about something?"
"Yeah," Khalid confirmed with a sigh. "You know about my… complicated… history with magic."
Zatanna nodded. "Your mother – either in spite or because of having been a sorceress in her youth – doesn't like sorcery because it's 'not Muslim'."
"Which is generally true," Khalid pointed out.
"And your father would rather you concentrate on the medical studies."
"Also true," Khalid confirmed. "And up until now – other than dabbling a little in mystical herblore and some other forms of traditional medicine – I have obeyed them in this until now."
Zatanna took another bite of her pizza, then examined him for a moment. "I assume that that's no longer an option?"
"I cannot be certain, but at the very least the issue must be re-examined in light of recent events," Khalid replied. "Ever since I found you after your ritual, my magic has been 'acting up', demanding to be used. I tried the basic techniques that your father and my great-uncle taught us as children, but they are insufficient."
"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," Zatanna admitted. "You're going to need proper training. In control if nothing else."
"That is… all I am prepared to commit to at this time," Khalid said.
Zatanna was about to reply when her commlink went off. She turned away from Khalid and triggered it. "Go ahead, Watchtower."
It was Katanna at the other end. "B-Zero Four has just sent a distress signal from Smallville. Coyote Squad is deploying from Premier Building now, Wildebeest Squad is also enroute from Central City to back them up. However, standing orders are at least one League member must also respond to those signals."
"And he is one of my students."
"Correct," Katanna agreed. "I also considered contacting Superman, but he's already in England assisting with flood relief."
"Sounds like he's needed there," Zatanna suggested. "I'll take it."
"Acknowledged."
"Has his mother been told?"
"I have not informed her," replied the Japanese swordswoman. "Should I do so?"
"I'll do it," Zatanna replied. "Keep me updated."
"Watchtower out."
She looked back at Khalid. "We'll have to table this discussion for another time I'm afraid," she told him. "Hank's got himself into some big trouble and I need to check on him."
"Of course," he agreed. "It was presumptuous of me to approach you like this in the first place."
"It wasn't presumptuous," Zatanna countered. "But this may be more urgent. I'll be in touch."
"I look forward to it."
"Stay and finish the pizza," Zatanna told him as she rose to go, drawing her cellphone out of her jacket pocket to text Lana. "It's too good to waste."
Central Park.
12:37 EDT.
Zatanna was just about to enter the Zeta Tube when her cellphone went off, she paused and slipped it out of her pocket and answered it.
"What happened to them?!" asked a slightly panicky voice from the other end. "Where are they… are they okay?!"
Zatanna sighed. "I'm sorry, Lana. Your guess is as good as mine at this point."
Lana made a sound between a sob and a moan. "When will you know more?"
"Very soon, I hope," Zatanna replied. "I still don't have enough juice for a long-distance teleport, so I had to get to the nearest Zeta-Tube and I'm here now."
"Please call me as soon as you know what's going on!"
"I will," Zatanna promised, then hung up.
Her commlink went off seconds later. "Coyote Squad has evacuated B-Zero Four and two associates to the Premier Building for medical examination. Wildebeest Squad has remained on-site to investigate further."
"Understood."
The Hub.
09:38 PDT.
"Recognized, Zatanna Two-Five," declared the computer as she reappeared in the Premier Building's penthouse.
Forager was waiting for her.
"How are they, Forager?"
"Hank Lang and his friends do not appear to be seriously injured, Zatanna Zatara," replied the Bug. "Artemis Crock and Violet Harper are checking them over in the infirmary."
"Thank you, Forager," Zatanna said, relaxing slightly. "What do you know about the incident?"
"Hank Lang and his friends were exploring the caves under Smallville and they encountered a partially functional Beetle-Tech Drone."
Zatanna tensed again. "A Beetle-Tech Drone!"
"Yes, Zatanna Zatara," Forager agreed. "They managed to evade the drone long enough to reach the surface and signal for assistance. Victor Stone, Violet Harper and Forager Boom-Tubed to Smallville to rescue them. Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen and Traci Thurston are investigating the caves to find out if there are any other drones or dangers."
Zatanna let out a breath that she didn't realise she'd been holding. "Let me know me know if they find anything," she asked, then walked towards the door of the infirmary, which opened automatically.
Melo, who was hobbling a little, was the next to greet her. "Hi, girl," said Zatanna, and bent to caress the canine, who whimpered slightly, raising a back leg.
"I'm no healer," Zatanna told the Border Collie. "But I can try… Laeh eht tsaeb!"
The dog lowered the leg gingerly, then gave a yap of triumph and lead the way towards the treatment area at a jog.
Zatanna was pleased to notice that two of the kids – Linda and Hank's friend Lucy – appeared to have only a few scrapes and bruises. "Are you to all right?"
"I've had worse falling off a horse," claimed Lucy. "And much worse from a horse!"
"Comet?" suggested Linda.
"Among others," Lucy agreed. "He doesn't like me as much as he likes you, but we get on okay."
"Comet likes you?!" Zatanna echoed, looking at Linda incredulously.
Linda shrugged. "Apparently. He did what I asked him to anyway."
"That's… unusual," Zatanna mused. "You weren't…?"
"Not intentionally," Linda confirmed. "But it's possible."
Zatanna nodded, then turned to Artemis. "How's Hank?"
"He'll be fine," Artemis assured her. "He tried to use a fire spell on the drone and some of the flames hit him. Violet'll have him fixed up in a minute or two."
"Good, good," said Zatanna. "I need to talk to the three of them about it."
"You can stay here," Artemis declared. "Violet and I will leave you to it as soon as she's finished with Hank."
"Thanks," Zatanna said, then turned away to pull out her cellphone and tell Lana the good news.
"Help yourself to anything if you want it," Zatanna offered as they settled down to talk, a selection of drinks and snacks nearby. "So, tell me what happened in your own words."
"It was my fault, Zatanna," said Lucy.
"I'll decide that, Lucy," Zatanna countered. "And I'm sure that you didn't mean to do it."
"I didn't," agreed the young girl. "I didn't even know that the caves went as far as the old LexFoods place. I thought it would be fun."
"It was," Hank assured her, then as she gave him a sceptical look. "At least until it wasn't. But we're all fine, no real harm done."
Linda nodded in agreement. "I might not now much about horse-riding, but I've got a little bit of experience of caves. It's really easy to get turned around underground and can be pretty hard to judge distance."
"Can we get back to the incident?" Zatanna asked.
"Sure," Hank agreed. "Linda and I had breakfast with Mom before she went to work, then we biked over to Trai Tim Stables and Lucy hooked us up with Blixen and Comet and the three of us rode out."
"We rode down Souder's Gorge and into the forest," continued Lucy. "Then crossed Smallville Dam and took a break to water the horses and have a snack, then we headed underground."
"I think we were underground for ten or fifteen minutes before we stumbled on that robot."
"A Beetle-Tech Drone," Zatanna clarified. "Luthor's Reach allies must have left it behind when they were expelled from Earth and the three…"
"Woof!"
"Okay, the four of you…" Zatara said with a grin. "… did well to escape that thing and call for help."
"Well, it wasn't exactly my first 'rodeo'," Hank pointed out. "But I think I need more training."
"Yes, you do," agreed Zatanna.