Chapter 4
Dorea saw the cups of coffee that Alfred placed in front of them. On the other side of the table was her family, newly discovered in their costumes.
-So…. Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin. In addition to the guest of the night, Super Boy
-And it's super cool that you're a witch! – Jon stood up looking at her with eyes full of brilliance. - Are you a good witch who helps in stories or are you a bad one? Can you fly on a broomstick? Could you cast a spell on the entire city? – Dorea smiled and decided to answer the boy.
-I am a luminous witch, which means that my magic is associated with light spells. Healing, attack, protection and rune techniques, I can use sacred magic and that obtained from the gods. But it also means that curses, necromancy and other dark branches of magic are impossible for me to do, or will cost me much more effort than another witch with dark magic. --- - Dorea smiled at Jon. – The brooms part is real and I like to fly. And I couldn't cast a spell on an entire city, the ICW would arrest me if I tried.
-The ICW?
-The International Confederation of Wizards. It is an international organization that is responsible for regulating the ten million wizards and witches and preventing the secret of magic from coming to light. The witch burnings nearly decimated our population and we lost too many children to let the secret come out easily. We are guided by very strict rules to protect us all, the family that adopted me did so because I had magic. Even if I had ended up living here they would have sent me to one of the boarding schools to learn magic and keep our secret.
-And why are you telling us?
-Fair treatment. You have told me your secret, I will tell you mine. Besides, being family I was allowed to say it. And for some reason I can't erase Jon's memory with magic.
Jon managed to get away from Damian and looked at Dorea with shining eyes.
-Can you make frogs come out of teacups?
-Yes, but that is the most basic magic that is learned at the beginning. I would need to ask for special permission to be able to use more advanced magic.
-Why's that?
-Because Miss Dorea is the most powerful witch in the world. –-- Kreacher had taken off his costume and was polishing the jewelry set that Dorea had worn. --- - Because she is so powerful, her magic can even affect the weather and the atmosphere. Two years ago it caused a heat wave in December in Germany that lasted three days.
-It was an accident. – Dorea complained, blushing. – They asked me to increase the power of a Patronus as much as I could, how would she know that it would cause an atmospheric disturbance?
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Bruce looked at the book of rules and regulations for magicals. He had no idea that witches and wizards were real. If one appeared in Gotham... Although according to Dorea there were several who lived and worked in the city
They seemed to regulate themselves and take care of their own problems, but that wasn't enough for Bruce. Just as he had created a protocol to defeat each member of the Justice League he had to create one to deal with the magical ones. Although, from what Dorea had said, most of them were happy just living secluded and had no interest in non-magicals or muggles.
-Did you know about the existence of magic Damian? – Tim looked at Damian who was buried in some tomes of modern magical history.
-I knew there were some users, but I thought they were mutations, not a whole subspecies that lives in the shadows.
-Obviously some of the events that have caused have had to be hidden. Here they are talking about a failed spell that brought down the Colossus of Rhodes. –-- - Dick looked at the pages in amazement.
-Here they talk about how Scheherazade was a witch who seduced a sultan who was possessed by a curse that made him sacrifice recently deflowered women.
Damian laughed and Bruce looked at him.
-Something interesting?
-Yes, my sister's biography. Without a doubt she is my worthy sister. Mom and Grandpa would like to meet her if what it says here about her is true.
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Damian took his practice sword and went down to the gym to see Dorea meditating.
-Do you want to train? – Damian saw his sister's eyes open and she smiled at him.
-Fencing?
-Yes, my grandfather is the leader of a group of assassins and my mother is part of it. I grew up with them and I know a lot about knives. I want to see what level the woman who conquered is at.
Dorea blushed and mumbled something before going to the wall and grabbing a practice sword that fit her weight. She moved it naturally.
-Who taught you fencing?
-My godfather, Sirius. The Black family style. After his death, Kreacher helped me continue practicing. The Blacks are considered eccentric among wizards for their love of fencing. Sirius was excellent with a sword, the best of his generation I was told. – Damian saw how his sister's expression became sad.
-Let's see how good a teacher he was. Do not hold back
Damian attacked first, but was repelled. The sword style that Dorea used was chaotic. Something Damian liked, instead of using a recognizable movement pattern his sister used her body in a strange way and changed her hand sword in tricks that confused Damian.
Even so, she was just an amateur and Damian quickly established himself. Dorea raised her hands in a gesture of surrender as she gasped slightly.
-You are in terrible shape. – Damian complained. He knew that he and everyone else were in excellent physical condition, but Dorea's seemed to be lower than that of an average citizen.
-Most magicians are physically weak. You don't need to be strong if with a simple spell you can carry more than a ton of weight. A stunning spell can cause a person to faint. And another disarmament can remove all the things that you can use as weapons from your body
Damian laughed. Father and everyone else could even use clothes as weapons. A simple spell and they would be left naked.
-Can I ask you something Damian.
-Of course.
-How long have you been dating Jon?
Damian blushed and looked at his sister.
-I don't go out with him as boyfriends, we are friends
-No? You give an impression of a couple…. Well, it may still be a little early. You are still only fourteen years old
-Yes, it's soon. People don't think about boyfriends at fourteen, you were in a competition to the death at fourteen
-And I had my first boyfriend. – Damian looked at Dorea and she smiled. – Cedric and I started dating after the winter dance. He was a very sweet boy. And he was a wonderful kisser. If he were still alive we might already be married
-As soon?
-Wizards marry young. From the point of view of magical society I am already becoming a respectable spinster. – Dorea looked into the distance. – Honestly, I wouldn't mind marrying a man without magic but Kingsley told me that the Wizenmagot would go to an early grave if he did. So the idea became much more attractive in my mind.
Damian chuckled at that idea. Dorea had talked a little about the Wizenmagot and they seemed like a real nuisance. A group of towering old men just watching the sun rise out of their own behinds. Dorea stroked Damian's hair and gave him a wink before grabbing her practice sword.
-Second round?
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Dorea smiled at the huge man with glasses in front of her.
-Are you Jon's father?
-Yeah.
-It is an honor to meet Superman. But why are you here?
-Batman told us about magic and he wants to see how resistant I am to it. At the moment the only weakness they have found for me is kryptonite. A very, very rare mineral on earth
-And if magic can stop you it will be another control device. – Dorea nodded. - I don't mind. But you'll have to let me know if I go too far, I'm not good at holding back against a strong opponent. Do we establish a safe word?
-OK. How about smoke?
-Okay, good word. Where do you want to do it?
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The Fortress of Solitude was a fucking cold place. After all, they were at one of the poles. The Justice League stood before them watching as Dorea finished adjusting her dragon skin armor, her father had already asked for samples, Damian had asked to go see a real dragon.
Wonder Woman was in a swimsuit, in a fucking swimsuit and she started it. Dorea was grateful for the spells that improved her speed and response time. Then she launched a fire whip that was dodged.
-Gravity. – Dorea thanked her foresight to create a complete circle of mourning. Otherwise everyone else would be affected by the increase in gravity to the point that they would be on the ground. She showed up.
This was like the duel against Bellatrix and Voldemort all over again. The stunners worked, but not much. Disarming spells didn't work either. Maybe it was time to move on to something more serious.
The spells that Hogwarts didn't teach.
The words left her lips in a calm thread as she continued to cast shock spells and sound waves along with stunners. That confused Superman. It might seem like she was winning, but it was quite the opposite. This was a battle of resistance and Dorea did not believe she was the more resistant of the two.
-Libertas. – She finished whispering and the spell turned the snow into stone monsters. She got dizzy instantly and it seemed like Superman did too.
Dorea watched as the limiters that had been placed on her after the German incident began to heat up. If they broke she could use the maximum of her power and win with ease. But she didn't want to tell the ICW
-Smoke.
The figures disappeared and she Dorea looked at the limiters. The tattoos on her wrists that now glowed red and were visible.
Superman turned to his side and vomited.
-I feel like when I was little and rode the roller coaster. I didn't remember what dizziness felt like.
-I'm sorry about that. Stunners make you pass out, but you are much more resilient than the average person. You lasted twenty-seven. My transformation teacher could hold four at a time, a dragon is about eleven. And a half-giant I know can hold seven. You are very good. – Dorea looked at the tattoos. – You made the power limiters activate, no one had achieved it until now
Wonder Woman walked over and looked at the tattoos.
-Limiters?
-I'm powerful, so they put limiters on me. I am still the most powerful witch in the world, but I am limited to 10% of my real power.
-Was this 10%? – Flash looked at Dorea. – Damn, miss, you can destroy the world if you want
-Nah, that sounds boring. I'd rather complain about politicians and try to do my thing without being bothered.
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Tim slid onto the bed panting before looking at the woman next to him. Dorea moaned as she snuggled into his side.
-Bruce is going to kill me.
-I can resurrect you. Well, I can't do it myself, but I know someone who could. – Dorea laughed and kissed Tim calmly, a long and deep kiss that made little Tim stand up again. – I didn't know you came from a rich family.
-Yes, good. Not many know it. - Tim scratched his head. – I became a Robin out of pure stubbornness when I discovered his secret identities and…. The rest is history. For me, Bruce has been more of a father than mine, they are obsessed with my older brother and don't have time for a second child.
Dorea hummed as she kissed Tim again. A deep and long kiss in which the boy took the opportunity to turn them over in bed.
-If we go to hell, it would be best if we go with everything. – Dorea laughed at those words.
-Go all out or die trying, Tim Drake
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Dorea pulled Damian away from Tim while her brother sharpened a sword looking at the boy.
-Enough, Damian. Tim and I are adults and we can…
-No, you can't. – Alfred appeared and took Damian's sword before changing it for another more dangerous looking one.