My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Although it's very cool, but that... is basically some sexual harassment.

There was a look of astonishment on her face. If she hadn't considered that the opponent was Batman and she had lost the irony magic, she might have punched the opponent directly.

"You're bleeding a lot. If you don't stop the bleeding in time, you may be in danger of shock."

Eric stood up and put the spray into his belt, "Even if you are a magician, I think your body is the same as that of an ordinary person, right? If you get injured, you will suffer from pain, and if you lose too much blood, you will go into shock..."

"Yeah?"

Zatana knew that she had misunderstood the other party, but she didn't mean to apologize. She smiled slightly, "I want to thank you instead?"

"Thank you, what happened to those dead humans?"

Eric shines the flashlight on the miserable human beings

About five or six corpses lay there.

Some were burnt to death, some lay there with pale faces, some seemed to be twisted and folded by some kind of space, and their bodies were seriously injured and died...

"Well, I must say...they died because of me."

Zatanna showed a sad expression on her face, "The people of Atlantis once used this place as a secret base when the Battle of Sudden Fire happened, and there are many magic particles from that time left here, especially after the death of Mera after the sea. Afterwards, she had the blood of a siren, and even after she died, the place where she was buried still had an indelible magical element..."

"So you sneaked in here?"

"No! I've always known about this place, and been trying to find some way to get the magic back."

Zatana looked at her crystal-like jade palm, which was as beautiful as before, but it was a pity that she could no longer use those magical spells.

"After Omega appeared, all magic was destroyed! Everyone said that magic is dead, Dr. Fate is dead, and this world is hopeless, but I don't think so. I've been trying to find some way to reverse it. Everything, the way to defeat Omega."

Zatanna looked at the dead humans, "The magic has become chaotic, anyone who uses it will be backlashed, and all magicians either died or hid incognito.

But my irony magic seems to be able to resist the backlash of magic. It can be released, but it will cause some bad results. "

"You may wonder why I can resist part of the backlash of magic."

After a pause, she said faintly: "I am a magician. Every morning at five o'clock, my father would wake me up with a simple command. 'Get up'! That's the reverse order of words. I Will obey without thinking, like magic. As the sun rises, I'll practice getting out of a straitjacket, or practice card counting, and my dad will just give me instructions backwards."

She told Eric about her childhood memories.

Eric didn't know much about this, he only knew that Zatana's father seemed to be pitted to death by Constantine and burned to death by flames!

"My father would let me state my intentions, and when I picked up a lock I had to say 'lock open', and when I drew an ace from the deck I had to say 'Ace I give'. My father taught me that magic depends on focus, on control, on command!"

Zatanna's face softened a little, and she thought of her father, "When the sun goes down, he will let me review the whole day's lessons, but this time, he will not allow me to use the little tricks he taught. Can't Lockpicking, no tricks, only words, only concentration, only magic."

"Day after day, reverse, sequential, orderly and perfect, that's what it's all about! One night, I asked my father: Why is it so important? Why do I need to learn this... learn to speak backwards? My father was very surprised and asked me with a smile: Do you want to give up the most perfect stage mechanism since Houdini?"

Zatanna rarely showed a smile, "I knew my father was joking with me, so I asked seriously: I can feel the magic in the air, right now, they surround us, I know it, I can take it out of my hand It's a breeze to get to it. But... Dad, I see your eyes, I see how scared you are, why?"

Zatanna was very puzzled as to why she had to learn irony magic. She thought it was very troublesome, because the air was full of magic elements that could be used, so it didn't have to be so laborious.

Zatana paused, waited for Eric to digest, and said, "Father also became serious. He sat by my bed and told me: You are right, my smart little zebra. As long as I want to , I can rewrite the laws of nature by stripping pure magic from the air around me. But that energy comes from somewhere and has to go somewhere."

"Father told me very nicely that irony magic was some kind of tool in our family, like a wand or a boiling cauldron, it was a trick, a blindfold, to keep them from seeing what we were doing .”

Eric understands what Zatanna wants to express. The magic used by magicians is not free. Magicians steal the dark energy of another dimension, and one day it will be recovered by its original owner .

Through the information he had read in his previous life, Eric knew that all the magicians in the DC world were debtors, and they would be called upon by their creditors someday in the future.

Now, it is estimated that those magicians were all dragged to pay off their debts, which led to the decline of magic.

After Zatanna finished talking, she paused for a moment. "My irony magic doesn't directly use the magic left in the air, it's more like a disguise, so that the master of the magic source can't detect me."

"Can you still cast magic?"

"Yes, but also can't. Because if I cast irony magic, it will cause chaos. Like I tried to perform magic in the theater before, but the out-of-control flames swept the whole theater, if it wasn't for the help of Constantine and Bobo I, I'm afraid everyone inside will be burned to death!"

Zatanna said dejectedly.

Eric nodded, and he began to understand gradually.

"So behind the pillar, those dead humans were also killed by your out-of-control ironic magic?"

Eric pointed to the dead humans in the room.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I tried to use the remaining siren magic here combined with my irony to create a channel, a channel to communicate with my dead father, and I tried to get the secret to find the lost magic from there But I failed, these warriors who sacrificed for this are all surviving magicians, I..."

She suppressed her grief, "Everything was normal at first, until a pile of flames gushed out of the passage, and intersecting spaces, these things tried to kill all of us, we fought hard, but we couldn't avoid the tragedy... ..."