Batman walked up to Zatanna and said, "I think, actually, we could..."
Zatanna looked somewhat exhausted. Multiple teleportations had drained much of her strength, and fabricating memories required not only power but concentration. Batman choosing this moment to interrupt her distracted her, so she stopped what she was doing, looked at Batman, and said:
"Bruce, I'm busy with something important right now. If you really have any suggestions, can we talk after I'm done? You'll distract me."
Seeing Zatanna's slightly pale face, Batman ultimately did not say the rest of what he had intended. Constantine also seemed about to say something, but seeing how tired Zatanna looked, he ultimately held his tongue as well.
Zatanna picked up the knife, selected another sphere of light, and gently clenched her hand. The sphere dispersed, turning into a screen.
Zatanna's brow was deeply furrowed, her expression serious. As she thought, Batman saw a room appear on the screen.
It was an English-style drawing room commonly found in Gotham manors. Just inside the door was a full set of sofas and a small round table. Farther in stood several rows of bookshelves, and at the very back was a dark desk, with more bookshelves behind it. The desktop held many objects: letters, an e-ink display, a globe, and so on.
Having found a suitable setting, Zatanna let out a breath of relief, but quickly focused again and began arranging the other details.
To stage a murder, she naturally needed a corpse. Apparently, Zatanna had not seen many ordinary dead bodies. She stood before the screen and pondered for a long time before finally creating a plump, politician-looking man and laying him flat on the floor.
"All right, the corpse is done. What else should there be... Oh, right! Wounds and blood. Let's see... put