𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

She can’t expect to say something like that and have him not ask follow up questions. For example: “Sugar?”

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Or so all believes. If one comes to my door, it is because they need 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩. Attire changing in a huff of smoke to one more befitting of the title of 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫. Opening the door with a push. Eyes fixating on the small. . .Girl—? “Good morning, —

at my front door to disrupt it all. The sigh that departed was evident enough. Not even a singular sip was granted before duty called. Mug placed on the counter before approaching the door. Yes, the mornings is the most vulnerable. That said. . .𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞—

purposely withheld many of their tricks as a cruel joke. Regardless, the body rises. Daily routine complete and coffee made. The greatest invention be it magic or not. A morning wave to Wong. A spectral phasing head scratch to Bats— 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤— . . .And a knock—

Mornings. Always the most dangerous part of any day. The body still wakes. The senses are most vulnerable. Even for a man such as myself. The time of day when the sun rises, is the most difficult. Or perhaps it is just my old age catching up with me? Perhaps the Ancient One—

It seems his break is over. Once more the Sorcerer Supreme is needed.

And then maybe, just maybe, we will have a chance of 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥. #EQUINOX

“. . .” Zatanna’s disgust for this individual had infected me. He truly did have a way of being an unmatched abomination. “We will accept your declaration.” Voice finally breaking the silence. Speaking for the both of us. “How much time do we have? Before you arrive with—

to display your dominance over us. Over all within your reach. Why? Would it not simply be easier to finish us and be done with this sick game?” #EQUINOX

an insult.” To slay children without remorse. Direct and with aim. Not accidental. Not within the casualty of war. “You are no monster. You are something far worse. . .A monster. . .Is too kind for 𝐲𝐨𝐮. You have the capacity to remove our magic. You put on this show just—