Nightwing sat watching the news in the corner in his comfortable chair, similar to Bruce's chair in the Batcave.

He turned it off when The Gordon Godfrey Show came on. It was nothing like any other talk show. It was about hating the Justice League. Whatever they did to him must've really hurt him or secretly, he loved them. Who knows?

Dick looked at the curtains under the stairwell. Behind them was Superboy, Lagon, and Miss Martian's room. He truly missed Mount Justice, but he, well technically Aqualad, had to blow it up while Kaldur was in a deep cover mission. Now, their HQ was in a warehouse.

"Best place in the world," he whispered to himself with a sigh.

"Could use some decoration, better tech. What da ya think Boy Wonder?"

Usually, Dick would turn around ready to fight but, that voice was much too familiar.

"Zee! I mean, sup Zee," he said trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

Zatanna smiles.

"Nonchalant approach. Hate it."

He smiles as she walks towards him and hugs him tightly around the neck. He does the same around her waist.

When Zatanna joined the Team, there was always a certain romance between them. When she joined the Justice League a year before, relations stopped. No one broke it off. They just didn't have time for each other.

"So, what brings you into the neighborhood?"

"I need your help with something, if you're not busy."

"No, I was just getting ready to leave. What's up?"

"Tech problems with my desktop."

"You found the right guy," he says smiling.

"My place tomorrow night?"

He smiles and jests, "If I didn't know any better, I'll say you just asked me on a date."

She smiles and kisses him on the cheek.

"Good night, Dick," she snickers, turning towards the door.

"Say it backwards and I will."

Zatanna turns around and smiles.

"Evol ouy. Doog thgin."

"Love it."

She smiles and pushes the door open and lets it swing closed.

He sighs dreamily and snaps back into reality.

"Stay whelmed," he said aloud, placing the remote on the arm of the chair.

Nightwing picks up a duffelbag of street clothes that he really didn't feel like changing into, and leaves the building. He looks –correction—stares at Zatanna as she rides away on a motorcycle.

He truly loved everything about her. He could just hear Wally's voice now.

"Dude, you should've gone for it right then and there!"

"Heh. Wally."

He was his best friend. The first person he could trust with his secret ID. Now, he's dead and he missed him.

Dick sighed, trying not to pry into his sentimental side like he has done before thinking about him.

He hopped on his cycle and began his way home. 10 minutes later, he was there.

He always loved coming home to his huge apartment at the end of the night or the beginning of the day, depending on what he was doing with the Team or at college.

He looked left and right to see if and spectators may be doing what they do best and climbed up onto the fire escape. Walking up the stairs, he listened to the rhythmic clanks of his feet hitting the rusted metal and stopped at the second landing and pried open his window.