Freedom!

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Zatanna dragged herself into one of the many parlors that Shadowcrest had. Her fishnets were torn, her tuxedo jacket ragged, and her hair a total mess. She breathed in deeply and plopped herself down into an overstuffed armchair. She flicked a wrist at the fireplace and a small fire started crackling. She took in a deep breath, trying to recuperate. Hassan would be here, she hoped, soon with tea and something solid to eat.

She felt Shadowcrest return to normal and a pleasant feeling enveloped her. She was her own woman again.

It felt good.

She looked at John, a mixture of...a lot of things...on her face.

"Thanks for the rescue," she said after a moment's pause.