"Mmmm. Not quite," her reflection informs her.

"I know, alright! Hold on, let me just ..."

She centers her mind again.

"!arataZ annataZ morf annataZ etarapeS"

"No, no. Colder, I think."

She glares at her reflection. The reflection glares back, which would ordinarily be a normal thing for a mirror, but this one is doing it with a quirked eyebrow, as if to mock her.

"Oh, go get lost up a rabbithole!" she snaps, throwing a star-spangled cape over the mirror. "I can do this."

"!etavitca ,esiugsiD"

"Oh, this is so close — gnileef htiw ,erom ecnO"

"That's worse," the mirror helpfully comments from under the cape.

Zatanna looks down to see her reflection peeking through the fringe.

"Uggggh."

She slumps against the desk.

"I knowwww! But dad won't let me help with crime fighting until I manage it."

"Maybe you just need to take a break and try again in a little bit," her reflection suggests.

"No, I got this! !gniht eht oD"

... okay, that one isn't actually too bad.

".sZ artxe eht esoL"

"I did it!" she shouts, jumping to her feet.

"You did it!" her reflection shouts.

She tears out of her room and down the hall to her dad's study.

"Dad I did it! Look!"

Zatara peers at her.

"Well done. What's the capital of Louisiana?"

"Um. Bbb—

—bbaton Rouge? Or is that Mississippi? No! I had it!"

"You had it," her dad agrees. "And when you can keep it had while being distracted in a combat situation, you'll really have it. Go practice a bit more. Or we can go get lunch."

"... I could go for lunch," she eventually concedes, crossing her arms.

He reaches over and fluffs her hair.

"You'll get it soon. You really are making good progress."