She nodded, then took a slow breath; here was the hard part, and Zatanna crossed her arms in front of her, fingers holding tight just above her elbows.

“I don’t know how he exists in your world, but in mine Fate takes over the body of whoever is wearing the helmet. It used to be a guy named Kent Nelson, but that was decades ago. Now…it’s my dad.” She looked away as she said that—confessed it, really. It had been Zatanna’s fault that Zatara ever had to put the helmet on.