Guilt Trip

After tailing the Mistress of Magic in the backstage area of the theater, Circe finds Zatanna in her dressing room, sitting in a directors chair. Slumped over with her head cradled in her hands.

"Rough night?" Circe asks, through another voice.

"That was one of worst performances I've had. What happened?" Zatanna looked herself in the giant dresser mirror, eyeing her bloated gut resting on her lap.

"Well, as a representative of this theater, I would like an apology for your indecent exposure." Circe had trouble keeping a straight face without laughing. Knowing that Zatanna was about to apologize to a disguised villain would stay as a treasure in Circe's mind forever.

"Alright." Zatanna concedes. "I'm sorry for what happened." Zatanna casually says. Circe wasn't pleased.

"I also want an apology for scaring the audience away and letting yourself go nobody would wanna be saved by a chubby hero, magic can't do everything you know." Zatanna heavily exhaled, admitting to her shame.

"Ok, I apologize for frightening the paying customers and gaining weight."

"Gaining weight, looking like?" Circe couldn’t contain her giggles.

"A... Ch-chubby hero."

Circe loved this.

"Wait. How do you know about magic?" Zatanna asks