How long had Zatanna been involved in this life? Why was it that she was so used to all of the absolutely insane things that happened to her. Showing up here was more of an inconvenience than anything else, and hearing John say he had “merged a few of his multiverse selves” should have sent Zatanna running for the hills, but she didn’t even bat an eyelash.
Into his open hand, Zatanna placed her left hand, palm upward. The thick scar from where Zatanna had drawn blood to bind herself to John Constantine was unmistakable in the overhead light. “You should see the mark on my ankle from the thing that grabbed me right before it killed my father,” she said. “Ring any bells?”