Issue #0 Part 1
Supergirl's Night Off
Quinn let out a heavy sigh as they were being seated at the table. She didn't know why she had allowed Santana to coerce her into going to Zatanna's magic show. It wasn't like she didn't already know Zatanna or hadn't already witnessed her in action. But that was Supergirl's experience in working with the witch, not Quinn Fabray's. So she guessed that using that excuse wasn't really an option.
Normally the girl wouldn't have minded being dragged around the city by her friend, but she hated magic. It was chaotic, powerful and unpredictable. Watching a show that constantly reminded her of one of her only weaknesses? Not really on the top of her list of things to do. The temperamental brunette beside her saw the look of discontent on her face.
"Look Q, I know this wasn't exactly the plan for tonight, I actually wanted to hit up some strip clubs or gay bars, you know, get you some action to loosen you up but Renee has all the good places on watch for me… That's what I get for having a cousin in the GCPD, right? Anyways I know this magic trick shit is never really believable but I swear, Zatanna is the real fucking deal."
"San, I'm fine! And I do NOT need to any action. Honestly, I don't need to be cheered up, it's just… school stuff, it's got me really tired lately." The weak excuse didn't seem to convince her friend but Quinn couldn't just tell her that she spent most of her hours saving people in need and beating the shit out of badly dressed super villains. Even with her superpowers and alien physiology, the workload was exhausting.
"Yeah, right," Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Quinn, you do need to get laid or something, you're as repressed as Zatanna's legs in those fish-nets. Really, really sexy, but sometimes you just need to let them be free…"
Quinn watched as her friend's mind drifted off to a very dirty place, the analogy quickly turning into some sort disturbing of fantasy in the brunette's mind. It was funny though, Quinn would have never pegged the other girl for having a hero crush on Zatanna, Mistress of Magic. She thought blondes were more Santana's type.
Shaking her head, she finally decided to enjoy the rest of her night. This was after all the first night off she had in ages, with Gotham getting more organized with Bruce's return, Supergirl was finally able to take a rest and let Quinn Fabray have fun… If only Quinn would let herself have fun.
The lights dimmed suddenly and the blonde nudged her friend lightly. Santana wiped her drool and they waited for the show to start. Smoke began to fill the stage, setting the mystical atmosphere and Quinn wished that they sat further away from the stage.
"Welcome one and all to the realm of magick and the supernatural. Please suspend any disbelief for the next hour and enjoy the show!"
The spotlight shone down on the stage before a smoke pellet exploded, allowing Zatanna to appear 'magically'. Quinn didn't really understand the witch's desire to use both mortal slight of hands and real magic but she had to admit that if she were human, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
The Mistress of Magic looked out into the crowd and saw Supergirl in the audience. Sending a sly wink her way, Zatanna continued her show.
"It seems like we have a special guest today." Quinn had a bad feeling about this. Zatanna wouldn't try anything would she? "Tonight's the first night that my new assistant will help me on stage. This is the girl that will leave you no doubt that AMAZING things come in small packages… Everybody please give a round of applause for the magical, the mystical: Rachel Berry!"
Quinn sighed in relief, but once Zatanna's assistant walked on stage, the blonde found that she wasn't able to breath in again. The rest of the world seemed to shift out of view and all Quinn could see was Rachel Berry. The girl was dressed almost exactly like her mentor magician on stage but was much shorter, even in heeled boots. Waves of brown locks cascaded from the top hat on her head, framing her face perfectly. Deep chocolate orbs caught Quinn's hazel ones and both girls were lost. They both seemed to be under a spell, and Quinn didn't mind a bit.
The moment of pure magic, without actual magic involved, was broken once Zatanna got Rachel started with the first part of the performance.
A quiet yelp of pain stole Quinn's attention and she turned to see Santana holding her drink to her hand. "Jesus Q, do you have like metal plates for abs or something? I've been nudging you for the last five minutes."
She murmured a hushed apology but the other girl waved it off. "You see the legs on Zatanna's new assistant. Damn, never thought the magic would be how her legs could go on for miles with her being such a midget." Rachel had turned her back on the audience to tie up Zatanna for the next trick. "Wow now I know why she's called the ASSistant…"
Quinn frowned at Santana's lewd comments but turned her attention once again on the mysterious girl on stage. Now that Santana pointed out the assistant's lower assets, Quinn found that she couldn't keep her eyes off of them. Maybe magic wasn't so bad after all. Then Rachel just had to drop the keys, bending down to reach retrieve them, the Kryptonian nearly fainted from the shock.
"Dear Rao." she whimpered.
'I must not use x-ray vision, I must not use x-ray vision, I must not use x-ray vision…' became the mantra that Quinn forced herself to repeat in her mind just to make it through the rest of the show.
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