Somewhat inspired by Ouran High School Host Club.

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice.

How to Deal with a Peeping Tom

Part 1: It Happens

I hate Klarion Bleak! He was always creepy in my opinion but he was over the line creepy this week. Let me introduce myself...

My name is Zatanna Zatara, I am 16-years-old and I go to Gotham Academy on scholarship. My boyfriend is Dick Grayson but he's Dickie-bird to me. I'm apart of the Gotham Academy Host Club where we entertain girls with too much time on their hands. Me and Dickie-bird do the "Love Birds" act where girls who are uncomfortable being flirted with can just watch me and my main squeeze dramatically flirt with each other.

Anyway, I'm so glad I'm a member of the Host Club because the boys have my back. They have everyone's back and protect girls from unwantedboyfriends and admirers when asked (even if they're not asked).

It happened earlier this week...

I sat in my 1st period history class, texting Dick (who was in his 1st period science class). I quietly giggled to myself as I read the punchline to a joke he was telling me.

Dickie-bird: If a man walks into a bar, what does he say?

Zee: What?

Dickie-bird: Ow

I began texting a response.

Zee: Real funny, Dickie-bird, I bet u culd b a stand-up comed

Someone took my phone and I looked up to see Klarion Bleak reading my texts.

"Hey! Give that back!" I said, standing up and reaching out for it.

"Why? It's not like you've got any secrets!" Klarion said, winking at me "Hey, everyone! Listen to what Zatanna and her boyfriend text to each other!"

To my horror, everyone turned to listen to him.

"Stop it! Give me back my phone, Klarion! My boyfriend's a martial artist and he'll kick the crap out of you!" I threatened.

I didn't want to be the girl who used her boyfriend for threats but Dickie-bird was the American National Martial Arts Champion for Under 18's so it was hard not to. Klarion looked me dead in the eye as he pushed me back and held my phone in the air. He turned to read the texts and I felt my heart stop. It was one thing to say sappy things to entertain others but to say them and mean them? I wanted to curl up and cry.

"Dickie-bird says," announced Klarion "Z, u r my rose. Ur gentle, delic8 & ur b-utiful. But, if im not careful, i culd get pricked by 1 of ur thorns, what a joke!" and he began laughing with the rest of my history class.

I stood there, my arms at my sides and my cheeks burning from embarrassment. Tears began to form as he went on to read my response.

"Zee says," Klarion went on "U r my brd. U glide thru the air like a robin & u cam down from the sky & stole my hrt, I can't believe the trash I'm reading!"

I snatched my cellphone back and looked around at the laughing faces all around me. I felt 10 inches small and everyone seemed 10 feet tall to me. My tears spilled and I ran out of the classroom.

I ran into Dance Room #16 where the Host Club met because it was never used. I ran across it to the changing room and hid in a stall. The changing room was used more like an office by us except for the days we were open to the public.

"Zee?"

I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. I reached up and undid the latch on the stall door. I sat against the wall as it swung open and I looked up at him. He was tall with tanned skin and blue eyes like sapphires. He had on the school uniform but his shirt wasn't tucked in, his blazer was no where to be seen and his tie was undone so it hung around his neck. He seemed in a pant from running across the building to me.

"D-Dickie?" I stammered.

I jumped to my feet, pulled him in and hugged him. Dick fell to his knees and hugged me. Unfortunately, our friends had been standing by the door and they saw Dick leaning into a changing stall and my arms around his neck. Dick leaned back to look at them but, with my arms around him, I was pulled forward so the Host Club saw us together in a compromising position. Since I was crying, I looked disgruntled with my hair in my face and my cheeks wet with tears that could be mistaken for sweat.

"Ya know, if you wanted privacy, you just had to ask," Wally said, smirking.

We got to our feet and I wiped away the last of my tears. Dick took a hankicheif, took a bottle of water out and wet the cloth. He put it to my cheek and gently washed away my dried tears before using the cuff of his sleeve to dry my face. Dick was always so considerate of me and others.

"You guys," he said with his arm around my shoulders "Next Host Club meeting, let's get the ladies to ice out Klarion Bleak,"

"Emphasize the tragedy of this story? Got it," Conner said, his arms crossed like usual.

"The dramatic tale of how the Queen of the Host was belittled in public and how the King of the Host came to her side in her time of need! The guests will eat it up," said Megan.

Conner, Wally, my Dickie-bird and Kaldur were hosts, I was the only hostess, Megan was the manager and Raquel and Artemis would greet the guests. Dick was our club president and the most requested host so he was known as the King of the Host. As his girlfriend, I was called the Queen of the Host.

...A few days later...

I was dressed in a violet ball gown with a black shawl around my shoulders and a black lace hankicheif in my hand. I sat next to Dick on the love seat and acted traumatized. It was our weekly open day so Dance Room #16 was set up like a dining hall with round tables and dainty tea cups filled with herbal tea.

"I heard what you two text each other," said one girl "They were so romantic!"

"Zatanna is my rose so it upsets me when someone hurts my beautiful flower," Dick said, gently cupping my cheek and looking passionately into my eyes "I'd rather die a thousand deaths than let you feel unsafe in any way, my love,"

"So romantic!" the girls shrieked.

"The thought Klarion could do this again... it sickens me," I said, worriedly looking away with a hint of fear "Stay away from him, m'ladies, he probably won't stop with me,"

"We'll ice him out completely!" they squealed.

Across Dance Room #16, everyone was being told to stay away from Klarion. The hosts were acting sad that I was embarrassed in front of everyone and the girls were icing Klarion out.

I felt the call of nature and apologized but I needed to "powder my nose" (which was code for going to the toilet).

I was walking out of the bathroom when Klarion was suddenly in front of me. He seemed to have been waiting for me and I backed away from him. He grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go.

"About the whole 'reading your texts out to the class', I was just trying to get myself on your radar," Klarion said, smiling but it didn't ease my nerves.

"Well, you did, now let me go!" I shouted, pulling my wrist free.

I looked to see red marks around it and I rubbed it. I tried to walk passed him but he grabbed my shoulder.

"C'mon, how did his lordship Dick Grayson react?" Klarion asked "Embarrassed to be seen with the girl who-"

"Dick was horrified I was embarrassed in such a way! You know what? We're going to get revenge!" I yelled at him.

I ran from him as fast as I could in a ball gown and told Dick what had happened.

The next day... it...happened...

The entire day, Klarion had been iced out by everyone in the school. No one would talk to him and I was glad. It seemed everything was normal again. I sat at our usual lunch table with a bowl of tomato soup on my tray and Dick beside me. He took a bite of his apple before offering it to me. I took a bite on the other side to his and handed it back.

"Next Host Club meeting, I say we do pokémon," Wally said "Zatanna can dress like Eevee, Megan as Gaudevoir, Raquel as Umbreon,"

"I love gold rings!" Raquel interrupted.

"and Artemis as Pikachu," Wally finished.

"Dick could be a teenaged Ash Ketchum," I said, elbowing him and he smiled as he drank some soda "Then, maybe, I should be Serena?"

"What if we get pokémon headbands and give them to the ladies and we could be the trainers," said Conner, taking a bite of his stake.

I got a text from my dad and I got my phone out to check it.

Dad: Remember, I have a double-shift at the magic shop tonight.

I was lifting a spoonful of soup up to my mouth as I read when yesterday's clam chowder was dumped all over me. The dining room went silent and I was shocked into motionless. Then, I heard Klarion cackling!

"Klarion! What the heck?!" Dick shouted "Zatanna?" he said, gently, to me "Are you okay, love?"

I suddenly let out an undignified high-pitched wail with tears running down my face and I ran out of the room. I don't know what happened after I left but Wally says Dick went "only 25% of his ability on Klarion's butt" and Klarion was still sore for weeks.

I ran into Dance Room #16 and into the changing room. I took hold of the side of the table and I sobbed even harder. There was a small bathroom with a shower in the corner so I intended to clean up there. I picked up my extra uniform I kept in the changing room and laid out my clean clothes so I could put my chowder-covered ones inside the bag. I know I act more responsible than most teenagers but my dad had to work a lot so I had plenty of contingency plans so I didn't have to bother him.

I put the "Do Not Enter" sign on the door handle outside before inspecting the damage. I pulled my blazer off and put it in the bottom of the paper shopping bag to take home. I undid my white short-sleeved blouse and pulled it off. I held it to the light to see the stain went all over and I looked down to see the stain on my vest.

"Ah, man, I'm gonna be up 'til 2 a.m. doing laundry," I complained, putting the shirt away.

I felt the sticky uncomfortability against my skin and I lifted my vest up to see the soup had seeped all the way through. I groaned and took my vest off so my upper half was only in a bra. There was soup on that too and I wanted to hit my head against the wall. I reached behind myself to undo the clasps so I could feel more comfortable before I went into a changing stall to completely take it off and wrap a towel around myself. I froze when I heard the door slam and my boyfriend shout...

"YOU PERVERT!"

My hands stopped moving towards my bra clasps and I slowly pulled my towel over my front. My cheeks were burning red and I could hardly breathe.

Dick's P.O.V:

Seeing Klarion hunched over and looking through a crack in the changing room door... HE WAS GOING TO DIE! I slammed the door shut on his nose and he looked up at me. Me and Wally leaned down to him and, with evil smirks, we said in unison...

"Peeping tom,"

Klarion tried to escape but I grabbed the back of his collar.

"YOU PERVERT!" I shouted, throwing him to the wall and pinning him "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?!"

"Hey, Grayson, I was just looking for Zatanna. I didn't realize she was taking off her bra," he said, trying to laugh it over.

I wasn't laughing. He'd dumped cold clam chowder on my girlfriend and was peeping in on her about to have a shower. I had a dark expression on my face and I was about ready to destroy him.

"You... are... dead..." I stated in a tone I learned from Bruce.

Klarion gulped and escaped only for Conner, captain of the boxing team, to grab him and restrain him.

"I'll get a baseball bat," said Artemis, walking towards the door.

"No, no," I said "Let him go..."

"But, boss? Really?" Conner asked.

"Yes... we'll get revenge soon but Klarion will be driven insane from the anticipation," I said with an evil smile and a desire for revenge in my eyes.

Conner let go and Klarion ran for his life. I put my hands in my pockets and heard the shower turn on. I sighed and clenched my fists in my pockets. Klarion... will pay...

Zatanna's P.O.V:

I was curled up on the floor of the shower. I hadn't fully gotten undressed. I was still in my bra and pants but I didn't care. The trivial soup went down the drain as I leaned against the tiled wall. My tears mixed with the shower water. I couldn't believe it... someone was actually watching me undress myself.

I closed my eyes and curled up. What if they had a camera? No! I didn't even want to think of that. The last time I had showered while still dressed, it was after my mother's funeral. The water reminded me of the rain that hit the day she died. I was only 6-years-old... over 10 years ago... I was sitting on the bottom of her bed as I read her the first book I ever read alone and... she smiled. Mom smiled at me and I smiled back. I fell asleep at the foot of the bed and, when I woke-up, Mom wasn't there. Dad was in the morgue with her body. I was alone...

...I've never forgotten that feeling.

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WARNING: The ways the Host Club get revenge are crazy so don't follow their lead. If you're being stalked or discover a peeping tom, call the authorities.