Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Zatanna (Also, see Author’s Note below)
Rating (this chapter): G
General Summary: Zatanna hosts a Halloween Ball in order for the superhero and magickal communities to learn more about each other in a relaxed setting.
Summary: Zatanna whips up a batch of her special brew.
Date Of Completion: September 30, 2007
Date Of Posting: October 18, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 448
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for the 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge run by me! :)
This story will feature many pairings (even threesomes!) but two of the primary pairings are Clark/Bruce and Dick/Roy, and the early chapters are pre-slash.
Challenge Prompts: I used so many they are too long to list, but I’ll list my Special Prompt: Love Potion! ;)
All chapters can be found here.
Zatanna stirred the bubbling cauldron with satisfaction. This batch of aphrodisiac was coming along nicely. She swept a dark lock back from her forehead as autumn sunshine streamed into her workroom.
The room was lined with bottles and jars of different-colored liquids and solid ingredients. Since she was temporarily off the nightclub circuit with her magic act, she had opened a specialty shop in Salem, Massachusetts. She was doing a good business, too.
She checked her recipe book, set beside the silver bell and the black patchouli candle. She added a pinch of oregano and let the mixture bubble. Her eyes fell on the invitation she had sent out for the Halloween masquerade: gold-embossed satin, the words ‘You are invited to the First Annual Witches/Heroes Masquerade Ball’ glittering against the white background. Smiling, she picked up a juicy red apple from the golden bowl on the table by the window and bit into it.
Zatanna had decided that the magical and caped communities needed to get together in a more relaxed setting. Most times they interacted during times of dire need, and there was mistrust on both sides. Superheroes weren’t quite sure of Witches, since they were vulnerable to magic, Superman being the prime example, and Witches felt disrespected by some who scoffed at magic.
So Zatanna had sent out the invitations, sketched out plans for decorating her house, and had begun receiving RSVPs: old-fashioned letters as befit the elegant invitations from the Capes, owls and other birds carrying parchment scrolls from the Witches. Pleased, she had written down a menu and would go to the local farm stands a few days before Halloween and purchase fresh apples and pies.
She watched as a robin hopped outside her window, her mind busy on her costume. Considering the theme of the Ball, it would be perfect.
The sweet tang of the apple filled her mouth as the honeysuckle-like scent of her brew bubbled away. She checked over the array of crystal bottles on the table, sunlight creating rainbow prisms on the elegantly-shaped bottles. Satisfied as to the cleanliness of each bottle, she returned to the cauldron after throwing the apple core away.
The pink, sparkly/bubbly mixture was ready. She brought the bottles over on a cart and began filling them, putting a crystal stopper in each one.
The batch was a good one. She set the bottles in packing boxes as she consulted her order list. Each order was accompanied by a signed pledge from: I shall not use this potion on any unsuspecting sentient being, Witch or mortal.
Zatanna smiled in satisfaction as she prepared to ship her latest batch of Love Potion No. 9.