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Zatanna knew wholeheartedly that she had no desire to ever have children of her own. It wasn't that she didn't like them, but the idea of being responsible for one beyond bringing the occasional smile to their faces seemed a daunting task at best. She could certainly make them smile though. After their parents got over the slight shock of her rather daring work clothes (which, she had heard one mother say, looked more like a 'working girl's' clothing) they surrendered their children to her small circle of magic for a time. Zatanna had little trouble keeping them entertained. Even if she hadn't been using real magic, the chances were they still would have been impressed. She was set up by the finish line at the raceway, and though the race had been over for a good half hour at this point, she still had a nice crowd.
Slight of hand produced a silver dollar from behind a seven year old girl's ear, while a bit of real magic ("evom rac yot eht ekaM") had a toy corvette replica zooming around the sidewalk on its own power while the boy who owned it chased behind. It was all simple, but effective and at the same time she found herself smiling as well. She hadn't wanted to come out this afternoon, but show producers had insisted upon it, going on about how well it would work to promote her Sunday night appearances. Zatanna wasn't much for car racing, but she made the best of where she'd been placed.
"I want a balloon animal." One particularly petulant girl demanded, looking as if she were about to stomp her foot.
A perfect example of why she didn't want brats of her own. She smiled before saying, "raor ruasonid noollab a akaM." And when a pink balloon dinosaur appeared in the girl's hands out of thin air drawing out a self satisfied grin before a terrified scream when the thing began to roar loudly, Zatanna couldn't help but grin.