Previously….
Zatanna: “Wait, hold on a second. You have a say over my love life?! Okay, that’s it, I’m taking control of this interview” *she claps her hands then spreads them out from her center.
“Emit pots!”
Now…
Interviewer: *stares out at the audi
Before the ‘closed’ sign could be flipped to display on the streets, the door opened with a ‘ding’ and the man still working inside shot a glance to it, mortified. Ignoring the persecuting stare by the vampire that had mixed reviews of the last vis
Cue the lights and the sound of a coffee pot finishing off its brew. The sleepy little Queens apartment was the same as it had always been, a cluttered mess and smelling lightly of cigarettes. Since entering, I had sat on the edge of the recliner’s
