Chaos: Young Justice

Ch. 7 - Denial

(A/N: Hey everyone I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I just wanted to say how excited I was for this chapter because we are finally getting into Dr. Fate and the magic aspect in DC. I have so many ideas for Hex/Levi in the future with Klarion and Dr. Fate. Or if you have any ideas or suggestions please, please, please, let me know. I'm always interested in what you guys have to say. Anyways on with the story.)

New Orleans; July 27th,
21:57 CDT

In the starscape, a golden Helmet turns, eternal. Until it stops and the eyes glow an even brighter gold than the color of the Helmet.

Trumpet music plays in the background as an old man walks down the street. Carrying a cane but not using it. He stops before a door on his left. MADAM XANADU the main golden oval sign reads with an eye in the center. Three small square signs with a red font that reads: TAROTS READ, LOVED ONES CONTACTED, FATES FORETOLD.

The old man pulls out a golden pocket watch. Looking at the woman on the inside of the cover. He closes it and walks inside.

As he does a woman steps through the bead-guarded doorway. Her skin and hair dark, but her green eyes are accented by the three blue jewels on her forehead.

"Bonsoir, monsieur." She greets. "How can Madam Xanadu be of service?" Her French accent is rather mild. "Ah, there is someone to whom you wish to speak." She stops about the distance of the table to her right apart from the man. "Your wife, mai non?" The man's hand clenches tightly around the watch.

"Yes, my Inza." He says thoughtfully. Xanadu then sits down.

"Then madam will make contact if fate be kind." The man sighs as he sits down as well.

"But he so rarely is." The name says.

"Ahem." She clears her throat, then holds out her hand.

"Oh, of course." He says. The man reaches into his jacket, pulling out a roll of bills placing them in her hand. She slips them down her shirt with no hesitation and closes her eyes.

The ball in the center glows pure white and her hair is blown back. The light above sways and creaks, the table shakes ever so slightly, and the curtains blow with the wind. The man watches as the table rises. Then the candles blow out.

"Oh, my darling. How I've missed you." Madam Xanadu says, though her voice is slightly higher than her own. Her eyes snap open, glowing white as well. "I'm so lonely here and cold." The man bursts out into laughter.

"Th-that's the best you could do?" The old man asked. Everything clatters to its original place.

"Imbecile! You have broken the spell." Xanadu snaps as her eyes open once more. "Your wife is forever lost."

"Th-that supposed to be my wife?" He questions mockingly. Letting out a single chuckle before he continues. "Heck, my little Spitfire would've kicked my can for throwin' away good money on you."

"No refunds for non-believers," Xanadu replies hastily as she stands up out of her chair and crosses her arms.

"I think we both know you're the non-believer, Madame. A wind machine." he gestures widely with his hand to where a wind machine is hidden from sight behind the curtains near the ceiling. "Tire jacks under the table." he lifts the long table cover to show it off, then sits up straight. "A shame, too. You have the perfect aura for the work, and nothing would've pleased me more than to be reunited with my bride." he opens his golden pocket watch, looking down at the picture in longing.

A hand is placed on the back of the man's jacket and then on his left lapel. Turning he's stunned to find Abra Kadabra grabbing him. "You will be with her soon enough." he promises through his thick accent, holding the older man off the ground. He smirks and all the old man can do is look stunned before they disappear in a flash of blue-white light.