Master of Magic

〚⌦〛Kyle’s eyes narrowed and opened wide. “You…” he began, arms crossing over the strong chest to make it pop out a little. “… don’t think I’m lazy?”. Alright, he’d been teasing enough, but it just came to him.

"No, why would I?" he asked as the other pulled away slightly. "I mean your an intergalactic police officer for an entire sector of many known galaxies. It'd be hard to be lazy and keep up with such a job."

“Well I’m not hurt or anything      how could you know that I wasn’t gone? I’m practically the loudest and I eat everything.”

Zechariah closed his book and waed his hand over his cup, making more tea appear. "I grew up with bruce. You learn to ignore certain things after a while."

"Maybe not to you scientific people but to us magical folk, it's been explained for quite a while. But whatever floats your boat." He said with a shrug. "Look, anything that you think you can do, magic can do it better." He said looking at the gun. "You aren't getting the amulet. It has powers you can't even imagine."

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"As a man of science, you should know that nothing is truly instantanious. Time isn't straight and narrow. It's a loop among loop and among loop." he said with a smile. He knew he wasn't in any real danger. He'd been shot at before and could defend himself if he needed. . "You won't. I mean you can try, but it won't be that successful."

"Well, you try having a not endless supply of whatever the hell you call what you use!" She yelled, ducking from the paper airplanes.

"Out of all the things that you have all seen and magic seems to stump you all." He said with a roll of his eyes. "llaW fo erif su mrof mrah!" A wall of fire sprung out of nowhere, separating them from their attackers. 

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"This is not exactly the best time for that!" he shouted over the gunfire. "stelluB emoceb repap senalpria!" he shouted turning all the incoming fire into paper airplanes.

    “Aaaaaaand        I’m back!… So who missed me, huh?”

"Hmm?" Zech asked looking up from his book. "I didn't even notice that you were missing."

Officer Grayson

Zechariah couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the other. "I didn't realize that being so conceited was an attribute of the Bat-family. I figured that was only Bruce and Damian but apparently that isn't the case at all."

"All your fancy magic words doesn’t mean that shit in the vacuum of space." Vance shook his head at the other man. He was really starting to get sick of the smug attitude of the man who was in front of him. Vance was prepared to kill this man and fast. He lifted his pistol from it’s holster and he slipped his finger inside of the trigger well. "Please don’t make me get violent. I detest violence. I’m not a terrible person."

"You'd be surprised actually. It's still technically part of the cosmos so i'd be able to do somethng. It's all about getting the right words out before actually getting there." He couldn't help but chuckle some as the other pulled a gun out. "You watched me turn your entire backpack into a flock of doves? What's the prevent me from doing such a thing with the gun?" He asked curiously. "stellub emoceb senalpria" He whispered almost inaudibly under his breath

"You’re still out in the middle of the frozen tundra, tea or not." Vance shook his head at Zechariah. He chuckled and then he allowed his eyes to narrow as he looked into her eyes. "I don’t think you should underestimate what I’m capable of. You should give me what I want, and do it now before things get really ugly for you." Vance was no longer in the mood for this shit.

"Yes but being out here isn't the same as being stranded. With a simple word, I can be back at Shadowcrest." He stood up and stared at the other. "Oh I don't doubt that you are powerful. egnahC em morf ym nailivic eritta!" Z's voice echoed as smoke wrapped his body, and then dissipated leaving him in his full costume, tailcoat and top hat included. "But you also have a limited spectrum of understanding of the world around you. While you have your brilliant science, I am of the homo magi race and have an affinity for the mystic arts. And I have basically the entire universe at my fingertips." 

"Aw, thats not true." Hal playfully punch Z’s shoulder. "We also come for your charming personality." Hal was a bit sceptical about magic being used on him…but it wouldn’t be the worst way he’s ever tried to heal himself. He shut his eyes and felt Zechariah’s magic at work. When Hal opened his eyes, he felt a whole of a lot better, even feeling great. "Ah! Now thats what I’m talking about." Hal stood up, stretching and grinning.