Another oneshot/drabble/whateveryoucallit.

Zatanna/Robin


Zatanna stared at herself in the mirror. Her black hair draped over her shoulder, still wet from her shower, and she looked, tired. Robin put his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder, swaying his hips against hers until she did the same. She looked at him in the mirror and asked, "Am I pretty?"

He froze for a moment, then continued swaying. "No."

She turned in his arms and put her hands on his chest. "Do you want to be with me forever?"

He pulled her closer, "No."

Anger rose in her tone. She glared as she pushed him away, "Would you cry if I walked away?"

Robin put his hands on his hips and glared back, "No."

She heard enough, and was hurt. She walked away, tears ran down her face. She sprinted through the next room straight for the zeta tubes before something told her to stop.

He was at the doorway and began shouting, "Your not pretty, your beautiful! I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever!" he paused and she turned around. He took three steps forward, "And I wouldn't cry if you walked away," his voice returning to its normal volume. He then whispered, "I would die."

He looked down and the two stood in silence. The moments passed, and still, it was silent. It was broken by the sound of wet feet slapping against the cement floor. He looked up just as she crashed into him. He put his hands around her waist once more and she smashed her lips against his.


She was going to have to thank that something one day.