The unusual circumstances had inadvertently fostered a renewed sense of familial connection within the Queen household.
Oliver and Thea, united by their concern for Michael and the increasingly strange occurrences plaguing their city, found themselves engaging in more open and honest conversations than they had in years, shared anxieties acting as an unexpected bridge between their fractured relationship.
"This whole magic thing," Thea admitted one evening, her usual bravado softened by a hint of unease as they reviewed Zatanna's notes on a particularly disturbing magical symbol, "it's… unnerving."
Oliver nodded, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. "It's beyond anything we've faced before."
Michael, observing their quiet exchange, felt a sense of hope he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Even Slade, in his own taciturn way, seemed to acknowledge the shift in the family dynamic, his silent presence a constant reassurance.
Later, Thea approached Michael, a hesitant question in her eyes. "Zatanna… she seems to… like you."
Michael, caught slightly off guard, shrugged. "We're working together."
"It looks like more than just work," Thea persisted, a small, almost teasing smile playing on her lips. "Don't screw it up, Michael. It's nice to see you… smile."
That evening, Oliver sought out Michael, a rare moment of brotherly candor between them. "We haven't always been… the best family," he admitted, his gaze distant. "But seeing you and Thea… and even… Slade… it's… good. Don't let this magic mess it up." The shared threat and the burgeoning romance served as unexpected catalysts for healing, reminding the Queen family of the enduring bonds that connected them.