[She wants to know. How much of what he can say will become a self-fulfilling prophecy? Does this version of Zatanna even know she has the power to alter minds? Is telling her a sign of trust, or the first stepping stone to damnation?

He releases a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. If he refuses, she becomes increasingly suspicious, and he creates the same sort of woman who would erase his mind.

At least then, he knows it would be on him. His choices. His actions. It's a measure of control he might not be afforded if Kyle decides to tell her. Or Clark.]

The Zatanna in my time betrayed me. She - along with several others - held me down and erased my memory of an incident they knew I would never condone. I don't think she was counting on my being able to recall it later.

You aren't her. I can accept that. You are growing up in a time when you aren't my contemporary or even close to it. The circumstances of your life are entirely different. I am not judging you by your potential for unspeakable acts. But your magic makes you a threat, just as my abilities do me. The League is here in case I stumble, in case I fall victim of or party to some influence I can't fight off. But I'm here in case the rest of you do, and I won't apologize for that.