Klarion made it no secret to his lover that he despised everything represented in the overindulgent, over-priced, cardboard cut-out holiday known as Valentine's Day. The only bearable thing about it was the presentation of chocolates, but even they had to be wrapped up in tacky hearts and frilly bows. Couldn't everyone just skip the candlelit dinners and use the day as an excuse to ride each other to the break of dawn? That's what the whole thing was for anyway, right? He'd seen the birth rates nine months later.
So, it came to as a surprise when he found himself answering her call on the dreadful, disgusting day and making his way to her apartment in downtown Gotham. Even this dreary city was plastered to the brim with bright pink and red trimmings, giant stuffed bears staring back in every shop window. He hoped the Joker had something in store to rid the place of its gooey, lovey-dovey atmosphere. Love without a little unbridled chaos just held no meaning to a lord like himself.
"Zatanna, I swear," he said as he entered her apartment with his spare key. The living room was decked out with red, heart –shaped pillows and little cupid dolls (that were nowhere; that guy was quite the perv) huddled over on the table. He suppressed the urge to gag, "if you think you can lure me here with the promise of sex and make me wait for it through some cheesy dinner then you –"
"Then I what, Klarion?" with a snap of her fingers, she appeared before him, made up in a dark red corset with matching stockings and garter belt, "I thought we could skip the fuss and make all the room for dessert. Meet me in the bedroom in a minute?"
She sauntered away from him and it took the Lord of Chaos a second or two to realize his mouth was hanging open. Okay, so, yeah. She did listen. And didn't like Valentine's Day either. But liked sex, a lot. Which meant today of all days was the perfect excuse to indulge in it for the next…oh, let's say twelve hours.
"Ekat ffo eno fo reh sretrag," he whispered and with a sharp "hey!" one garter belt flew across the apartment and into his hand. He smirked, taking off his coat and hanging on the rack beside him.
Now, this was going to be fun.