Zatanna raised an eyebrow. Damn. She'd noticed him. Sitting in the same place he'd sat at her last seven shows. Different theater, same seat. Back left corner. True, most ordinary performers wouldn't notice such things.
But Zatanna's no ordinary performer.
She took a sip of her tea. "I thought once you've seen them so many times, you'd get a little tired of it. Unless I assumed wrong, Mr...Constantine?"
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