I switch back from my 'work costume' to something a little more appropriate for the home. "I think they need a little while." Sounds like Zorina's in her workshop, so I head in that direction. "And Jackie and Arrowette showed up hung over."
"How did Raquel look?"
Ah, Zorina showing a bit of compassion? Or just scientific curiosity over an unfortunate experiment of dubious success?
"Better. She actually voluntarily spoke in order to ask questions." I hold out my right hand to the workshop door and let the wards confirm my identity. "But I think that's her limit."
The locks unlock and the door swings open, prompting Zorina to look up from where she's working on the tubes attached to
Madness Marine's head. One of the projects that's allowed me to pretend to be a 'better' villain than I am, increase my personal power and social influence.
Gee, he looks like such a
nice fellow. I bet his local counterpart was just as big an arsehole?
Carlyle shudders as a new batch of Hope flows from the Mask and into the tubing, and through them into the device which squirts into the vials for distribution. Bit of a shame there's only one Medusa Mask as that limits production, but I'm sure we'll work out a way around that eventually.
Pure hope: an entirely legal high with a positive effect on a person's wellbeing as well as recharging the ring while looking dodgy as heck. A perfectly squared circle.
May as well benefit from some rich peoples' desperate desire for the next big high, eh?
"Naelc."
Zorina-. My..
wife shimmers as her magic removes small amounts of blood and oil from her navy blue
Howie laboratory coat and skin, as well as removing unwanted arcane energies which might have attached to her during her work. That done, she walks towards me with a contented smile on her face. I
find myself smiling too as I move towards her in return.
We embrace, her arms going around my back and mine going around her shoulders.
Oooh, nice to have a name for the
classic Golden Age Evil Scientist 'uniform' outfit, as seen often on Doctor Sivana, back in the day. And it's got practical pockets too!
I didn't love her when we married, but somewhere along the line-.
"Ghhhagh?" My head jerks around immediately. "Aaaaynnnyyaa?"
...For a second, I though that was him having some kind of Love-based spasm...
"She's fine, darling." Zorina pulls away, walking over to the crib and bending over to smile at Zita. "Daddy's a big worry-wart, isn't he?"
"Mmmeuuaaagh."
...But no, it's just baby talk. Huh. Is this the first official SI offspring seen on-screen? I mean, we had pregnant Komand'r In Raul's segments, but,
well...
I come up behind her, looking over her shoulder at our daughter. No idea what version of the family magic she'll end up with, but she managed to dodge comic-Jade's problem of having ring-coloured skin. She sees me and smiles, haphazardly waving her flabby little arms…
"Hi Zita!" I can feel myself grinning. Hi Zita! Hi..!"
You never know, she might turn blue sometime in the future. Maybe during her teenage years, when a metagene kicks in. Honestly, the children of Lanterns can be...
Strange.
"Eeeeeghuuuh!"
Zorina reaches into the crib and picks up my-. Our daughter, carefully supporting her head as she pulls her up to her chest. Zita flops against her, hands weakly reaching to grip Zorina's coat.

Dangit...
"Sutats? Not hungry, doesn't need to be changed and doesn't need to sleep."
"I can read to her if you need to keep working here?"
Ah, and between them, they'll
never have to wonder what any crying is about.
"Is that a dig?"
"A dig?" She nods towards the corner of the room while keeping her eyes on our daughter. I follow her-. An exercise mat, water bottle, small dumbbells and a skipping rope. Zorina has been merciless towards her baby weight, and… "No! No, I meant-."
Ah, youngsters. Carrying a little baby weight in the right places can
improve a woman's figure. Where do you think the MILF fetish comes from?
She snorts. "I know, silly."
"Not that I don't appreciate your efforts, but I know you can be sensitive about-."
Baul, Baul, Baul... Ever a little
blind to people's feelings, for all that he can see emotions.
She giggles, wrapping her free arm around me so that Zita is touching both of us. "You must be the worst supervillain ever. The best… Bad supervillain ever?"
"I prefer anti-villain, and I hope so. Any messages while I was out?"
Villain with good intentions? Some people just have trouble begin
bad.
"Grandmother's people sent a message. They think that there's an auspicious time to introduce Zita to the coven."
"Should you be… Telling me about that?"
...Hardly a secret, is it? The Zatara family are witches and warlocks. I would expect them to crow about it, hexing people just to prove they can...
"I think it's one of those 'test-of-loyalty' things."
"I literally can't imagine you failing a test."
Aw, you sweet-talker you.
"No, I pass because I'm loyal to my husband and daughter. I've been to coven meeting before and they're not that interesting. It's just a bunch of old women gathered around a fire pit and evoking demons. There probably won't even be any blood."
"How dull."
I hope they at least wear
clothes. That whole 'skyclad' thing is a little hard to keep to during long European winters.
"The Zatara Family is a family, and you and Zita are my family." She looks up to nuzzle my face. "And you're much more important to me than some wizened hags in a cave in Aquileia or some cousin I share an ancestor with thirty generations ago. Oh, but don't call them hags outside of this room."
"I won't. Is it dangerous?"
Do you
really want to offend that many elder sorceresses?
"No, no." She looks down, smiling at Zita as she reaches for her face and rocking her back and forth. "They'll just perform an augury."
"How will they perform an augury without blood?"
Hey, in some
cultures, they did them by tossing carved turtle shells in fires and reading the cracks... Don't underestimate the many ways people use to try and divine the future.
"They get the animal from the local butcher already bled. It saves a lot of effort with the clean-up and doesn't affect the augury at all. But it's mostly about introducing the new Zatara to their doting great aunts. The augury's just an excuse."
"So I don't need to worry about them sticking pins in a me-shaped doll?"
...Ah, it's just a chance for the old babas to coo over a little one, huh?
"Paul." She moves her free hand to my right cheek. "You're part of the family. All those pins are just there to help."
"Uubababah?"

Remote acupuncture... Could work?
"Uuuuuh."
I turn my head to look at our 'emotion cow'. "Should Zita be in here with him?"
Does she
care about the funny man in the dangly things? Heck, at her age, just realising the little wiggly things she's waving about are part of her should be mind-blowing enough.
"Why not? He can't move with a broken neck."
"I'm not suggesting that we keep our occupation secret from her or anything, but it might help if we wait to do a full introduction until she's old enough to be able to put it in the proper context. You know, 'this person did this and that's why we're doing this' rather than 'sometime Mummy and Daddy do this to people'."
...Also, the
infinitesimally small chance of the emotional energy triggering a metagene...

Hey, it
could happen.
"Daddy didn't do that with me."
"I… I think, darling, that this is one of those disconnects that someone raised in a supervillain household has from people who weren't."
...To be fair, most households on this Earth could qualify as supervillain households. Or at least criminal ones.
She nods. "That's the second one in this conversation."
"What was the first?"
Ooh, the minefield of talking with a significant other with certain traditions.
"You offered to look after Zita while I kept working."
"Yes?"
Ah, she's
old-fashioned that way, eh?
She sighs, resting the side of her face against my chest. "In the Zatara family, that's the mother's job. Daddy raised me after Mommy died, but that's unusual. I know you didn't mean to imply that I'm a bad mother-"
"No, of course not."
I doubt she's that mad about it. You aren't a
newt right now.
"-but that's what it would have sounded like to another Zatara. And I want Zita to grow up in a more traditional household. Because…" She sighs. "We're doing a lot of things that… Change the way supervillainy works. And if that means that you have to be alpha-dominant in public so our people respect you more, then that's what you need to do. I know you respect me. You don't have to assume that I'm going to forget,"
"Obey the small rules so you can break the big ones."
Heh. He
is kind of changing the way the world thinks about crime and profit, isn't he?
"That's from Nineteen Eight-Four, isn't it?" I nod, though it didn't work in the long run for the character who tried it. "And… I want to make it easier for Zita to fit in with the family. Mommy… Dying, meant that I never got that chance."
"Okay. I'll… Try that. Can we go and play with her together? Or do I need to tell you to get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich?"
Sadly, Baul's not really the 'male chauvinist' type.
She nods. "What do you want in it?"
…
Um.
...I mean, you know how she is in the
bedroom. Does it surprise you that she has...
Tastes... that swing that way?
