In this line of work, Zatanna, they aren't. If you don't want the scrutiny, find another job. One that doesn't put you in a position of power over others and increased vulnerability towards external manipulations. Or can you promise me that there's no chance of you ever succumbing to someone else's influence? Can you swear that there's no way you would ever be taken over by a spell, an artefact, an alien? That your abilities would never be turned against your friends, or innocent lives?

Like it or not, doing this work makes you a target. Doing it publicly makes everyone you know a target. Your feelings are not worth someone else's life. Ever. I don't care how slim the chance, it's not one I'm willing to take.

[There's a barely contained anger just beneath the surface of her words. It's about all he can do not to tell her she's being childish. It's the first time he's had to stop and forcibly remind himself that she's not his Zatanna. Not the woman he knows, the one he's had so much history with. She's being childish because she is a child.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't make him angry.]