"He's a traumatized teenage boy that lost both his parents," Zatanna said pointedly, staring Bruce down.
It was enough to get him to quiet down and listen.
She turned to explain to the others, knowing that even Dick might not know much about who she was talking about.
"Timothy Hunter is a vastly powerful wizard. There are multiple prophecies that say he's destined to become the most powerful mage in the world. At the height of his power he's had the capacity to manipulate reality itself, usually during times he's accepted his sorcery as part of himself. Even at his lows, he's still more powerful than I am."
A pause.
"The problem is, when it's written in your destiny that you're supposed to become the most powerful magic-wielder of the age, in flaming magical letters fifty-feet high, that most people in the magical community can see, you get a lot of people trying to kill, use, or manipulate you. His mother died when he first manifested his powers and started to get targeted and three years back, before the disaster in Metropolis that sent Superman over the edge, his father was killed by one of his enemies..."
Another pause.
"...In one of those ways that makes it clear how creative magic can be."
In the worst way imaginable.
"He blames himself for it. He's renounced all magic and holed himself up in a pocket dimension of his own creation. He hasn't even aged since then. He only gave a few of us access to it, people he trusts. Myself, his ex-girlfriend Molly. Dr. Occult, when he was still alive." She rolled her eyes slightly (but maybe a little fondly). "Constantine, for some inexplicable reason. I think he gets lonely. I think I would be able to bring someone with me, though if I were to do that, he might cut me off."
She tilted her head to the side. "He's a good kid, at heart. Just a little lost."
If her previous words had made Bruce get quiet, those kept him quiet. He did seem to be seriously considering what she was saying.
"Bruce is right in that it wouldn't be a good idea to toss him in the thick of it, directly at Superman," she acknowledged. "Even though he could probably take him out in less than a blink, it would be far too dangerous. There are about seven different prophecies that suggest it'd be a bad idea to toss him at the current self-appointed king of the world. Moments like that are too fraught with fate and destiny and the potential of assumed power for magic users of his caliber. But he could potentially be useful keeping the Stormtroopers and Sinestro Corps off of us. They're not equipped to defend themselves against magic."
She shrugged.
"The only problem is that I've tried to get him involved in the world again, and asked for his help at times, and it's all fallen on deaf ears. He's really struggled with the guilt from the death of his father. But if at least one of us could get through to him..."
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It was enough to get him to quiet down and listen.
She turned to explain to the others, knowing that even Dick might not know much about who she was talking about.
"Timothy Hunter is a vastly powerful wizard. There are multiple prophecies that say he's destined to become the most powerful mage in the world. At the height of his power he's had the capacity to manipulate reality itself, usually during times he's accepted his sorcery as part of himself. Even at his lows, he's still more powerful than I am."
A pause.
"The problem is, when it's written in your destiny that you're supposed to become the most powerful magic-wielder of the age, in flaming magical letters fifty-feet high, that most people in the magical community can see, you get a lot of people trying to kill, use, or manipulate you. His mother died when he first manifested his powers and started to get targeted and three years back, before the disaster in Metropolis that sent Superman over the edge, his father was killed by one of his enemies..."
Another pause.
"...In one of those ways that makes it clear how creative magic can be."
In the worst way imaginable.
"He blames himself for it. He's renounced all magic and holed himself up in a pocket dimension of his own creation. He hasn't even aged since then. He only gave a few of us access to it, people he trusts. Myself, his ex-girlfriend Molly. Dr. Occult, when he was still alive." She rolled her eyes slightly (but maybe a little fondly). "Constantine, for some inexplicable reason. I think he gets lonely. I think I would be able to bring someone with me, though if I were to do that, he might cut me off."
She tilted her head to the side. "He's a good kid, at heart. Just a little lost."
If her previous words had made Bruce get quiet, those kept him quiet. He did seem to be seriously considering what she was saying.
"Bruce is right in that it wouldn't be a good idea to toss him in the thick of it, directly at Superman," she acknowledged. "Even though he could probably take him out in less than a blink, it would be far too dangerous. There are about seven different prophecies that suggest it'd be a bad idea to toss him at the current self-appointed king of the world. Moments like that are too fraught with fate and destiny and the potential of assumed power for magic users of his caliber. But he could potentially be useful keeping the Stormtroopers and Sinestro Corps off of us. They're not equipped to defend themselves against magic."
She shrugged.
"The only problem is that I've tried to get him involved in the world again, and asked for his help at times, and it's all fallen on deaf ears. He's really struggled with the guilt from the death of his father. But if at least one of us could get through to him..."