He didn't know what it was about her that really turned him on. it could have been her body; Bruce had never really been a man of faith and though Dick believed in something greater, he'd been thinking lately that there must be God because she had to have been formed by the gentlest hands to look like she did. Her body was toned, but not overly muscular, dainty but strong. Her body was curvaceous, her bust busty and while her hips and buttocks spoke for themselves her torso was refined and small naturally. Her raven black hair framed her face like the masterpiece it was while her cyan blue eyes made the cleanest ocean floors look black.
It wasn't that though. That wasn't it.
He kind of had a thing for redheads anyway.
It could have been her personality. She wasn't like many others and he'd thought he'd seen them all. She was kind but sassy, honest but cunning, and trustworthy while still managing to be mischievous. She was ladylike but could hang with the big boys, for pete's sake, she could outdrink him on any given day of the week and still be considered sober. Even on her worst days, she was a beacon of hope and a pleasure to be around.
Though that wasn't quite it either.
He kind of had a thing for the unconventional demanding type.
It could have been the fact that she understood and supported him. He never said much but she'd hear it all. She could see him for what he was and saw the world differently….
Knock. Knock.
Dick opened the door to his penthouse and looked at the object of his affection. She smiled and set his heart ablaze.
No, he didn't know what it that made Zatanna Zatara so attractive to him but maybe, he thought, it was a good thing he wasn't going for his usual.