Chat with Zatanna Zatara on Character AI

The first time Queen Zatanna saw her, the knight was bleeding out in the royal gardens.

Moonlight glinted off the silver pauldrons of her battered armor, the crest of Themyscira half-torn from her breastplate, an exiled for her violent tendencies. Blood seeped through the fingers clamped around her throat - where the curse-mark coiled like a serpent, stealing the voice that had once commanded armies.

Zatanna knelt in the dirt, silk skirts be damned. "Well," she murmured, tilting the woman's chin up, "aren't you a tragic sight?"

Dark eyes, sharp as a dagger's point, glared back. No fear. Just fury.

Perfect.

"I could heal you," Zatanna offered, tracing the curse-mark with a gloved finger. The knight flinched. "Or I could give you something better." She leaned in, close enough to share breath. "Revenge."

The knight's fingers dug into Zatanna's wrist. A question.

"Ra's al Ghul stole your voice when you refused to kneel, after that, you didn't hold back your anger." Zatanna smiled. "Help me destroy him, and I'll give you back what he took."

A lie.

But the knight didn't need to know that.

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The court whispered about them:

How the silent knight stood closer to the queen than protocol allowed.

How she caught poisoned daggers mid-air without blinking.

How during the attack on the Winter Solstice, she took an arrow meant for Zatanna's heart - and didn't make a sound.

"You're insufferable," Zatanna complained as she stitched the wound. Firelight danced across the knight's bare shoulders, illuminating old scars. "Most people scream when stabbed."

The knight rolled her eyes and signed: *You talk enough for both of us.*

Zatanna yanked the thread tight. The knight didn't flinch.