"Whoa, slow down there," Zatanna said with a subdued laugh. "The name was the easy part. Back in my Dad's heyday, foreign-sounding names didn't make for very good publicity, so he went by 'John' on stage."
She stared at the picture, rubbing her forehead. "Let's see. There wasn't a twin, but there were some abnormalities in his placenta; the docs said that could indicate a second fetus that stopped developing early on. I have no idea if that would count. He hasn't manifested any big-time powers yet, but then we've been trying to steer him clear of all that. With mixed success, I might add." She frowned. "He's a good kid, mostly. Smart as a whip, and he could charm the knickers off a nun as his dad would say, but he's always stumbling into some sort of jam. He definitely notices and attracts the strange, bizarre and unexpected. He's been raised by friends of mine here in New York, and thinks I'm an eccentric aunt.
"As for why I'm telling you..." Zatanna smiled sadly. "Well, appearances to the contrary, John and I aren't all that close anymore. Literally or figuratively. You spend more time around him than I do, and...well. I've never seen him take such a shine to anybody." Her smile brightened. "I think he's kind of adopted you. The time may come when he'll need to know, and if I can't be there to tell him, then I want to know someone he trusts will be.
"Besides," she added, keenly aware that she was obliquely asking Crowley to take on a responsibility he hadn't asked for and was under no obligation to accept, "if the Constantine legacy does catch up with him one day, my son will need all the friends he can get. Durable ones. And I'm not going to live forever."
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Date: 2007-01-10 11:02 pm (UTC)She stared at the picture, rubbing her forehead. "Let's see. There wasn't a twin, but there were some abnormalities in his placenta; the docs said that could indicate a second fetus that stopped developing early on. I have no idea if that would count. He hasn't manifested any big-time powers yet, but then we've been trying to steer him clear of all that. With mixed success, I might add." She frowned. "He's a good kid, mostly. Smart as a whip, and he could charm the knickers off a nun as his dad would say, but he's always stumbling into some sort of jam. He definitely notices and attracts the strange, bizarre and unexpected. He's been raised by friends of mine here in New York, and thinks I'm an eccentric aunt.
"As for why I'm telling you..." Zatanna smiled sadly. "Well, appearances to the contrary, John and I aren't all that close anymore. Literally or figuratively. You spend more time around him than I do, and...well. I've never seen him take such a shine to anybody." Her smile brightened. "I think he's kind of adopted you. The time may come when he'll need to know, and if I can't be there to tell him, then I want to know someone he trusts will be.
"Besides," she added, keenly aware that she was obliquely asking Crowley to take on a responsibility he hadn't asked for and was under no obligation to accept, "if the Constantine legacy does catch up with him one day, my son will need all the friends he can get. Durable ones. And I'm not going to live forever."