"Were screwed" she said casually as he crossed his arms behind his head, laying himself down onto her bed.

Zatanna's room was a spacious one. It was simple but comfortable, and very light in color. The walls were a painted cream while the floor was a hard red wood. The curtains to his left were white, tied to the side to let the sunlight stream in from her small balcony. She had a book case containing all of her favorite titles and classics, a mahogany table beside it holding paper, pens, a sketchpad and a radio. He thought the room suited her very well. It was comfortable and efficient and just innocent in its color.

He nodded as he stared idly at the ceiling. "Yes. Yes we are"

As they had predicted, the entire media industry was now centered around their 'engagement'. They had been invited to appear in the news, talk shows and interviews, and just today did they receive the morning paper containing the headline 'Richard Grayson to be married to Mystery Girl'.

Everybody knew, or at least they thought they knew the truth. Robin roughly rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply in frustration. How would they explain this?

He didn't care about the media, they could go to hell.

He was used to being the center of attention and constantly being followed by the paparazzi. He sadly was also familiar to the false accusations they always seemed to love pinning on him. But he hated having to drag Zatanna into this. He swore to himself then, that not one of them would touch her ever again. He wouldn't let them bother her. It was probably a futile promise, but it was a promise nonetheless.

"Rob" she whispered. He didn't open his eyes at her voice, but the lulling sound was enough to calm him somewhat. He placed one arm over his eyes, blocking out the persistent light. He could think better like this. He could think better in darkness. But she always seemed to be dragging him out of it nowadays. He chuckled internally. Zatanna was his light in the dark. Annoying sometimes, but when you looked at it, you couldn't help but feel awed and somehow attracted to its purity. How could one simple candle of light cut through so much darkness? Because that's exactly what she did, even though he didn't know how she did it. She cut through his defenses and left him open.

He felt the shift of the bed as her weight was added on to it. He could feel her warmth as she laid her head to rest on his chest, her hair tickling his neck and the line of his jaw. He shifted his arm away, opening his eyes to look at her in curiosity.

She was curled up against him. Her hands were wrapped around herself while her knees were bent and tucked in a fetal position like manner. He watched her eyes close in contentment as she sighed.

Watching her with him in this position, she seemed very innocent and fragile in a way. But he wasn't foolish enough to think she was. She was strong and brave, very defiant against what she thought was wrong.

He played with her hair with one hand, just letting her lie against him for a moment. Maybe it was because they both needed comfort.

"What do you think we should do?" she whispered against him.

He watched as her hair fell and sifted through his fingers like strands of silk. "We'll figure something out" he said casually. She looked up at him from under her long lashes. He gave a languid, lazy smile in return.

She shrugged against him in her all too familiar 'I don't care' sort of way. He chuckled, and she smiled as she felt the vibrations rumble through his chest.

He stiffened automatically as he heard something, his senses on high alert for many reasons. She noticed his change almost immediately. They both sat up in a sitting position, crossing their legs. He placed one finger against his mouth in a 'be silent' gesture. She nodded as she understood. His eyes then went distant and empty as he stared at the wall, listening for any outside interference. He blinked once, then twice, before he smiled at what he was listening to.

He lay back down with a sigh, closing his eyes, acting like he didn't have a care in the world. She frowned, poking his shoulder for answers.

"Listen" he said without opening his eyes, gesturing to the door with his hand.

And just as he predicted, a loud constant banging was heard on the oaken door a moment later.

"I KNOW YOUR IN THERE! YOU BETTER COME OUT AND EXPLAIN OR ELSE I SWEAR I'LL-"

"You'll what?" Robin said darkly. His voice was deadly but strangely calm, but she could detect the faint undertone of anger and annoyance. His words didn't mean anything, but there was an obvious threat.

The person, Wally she found out, didn't answer.

"Guys? why didn't you tell us you were getting married?" Artemis called out.

She sighed deeply as Robin forced out a tired chuckle.

"This is gonna take a while" he drawled lazily.

"Mhhhm"

"Can we just stay here?" he said.

She shook her head, but she offered him an amused smile. "Gotta pay our dues" she joked.

He scoffed. "Were not Johnny Law"

She laughed and he allowed a small smile to form on his face.

"I don't wanna go" he whined.

She smacked him with the nearest pillow, earning a muffled, half choked laugh from him. "We cant hide in my room forever"

"Who says we cant?' he raised an eyebrow at her as he sat up.

She snorted an unladylike snort, but he still somehow found it adorable.

"Were gonna die in here" she proclaimed dramatically as she fell to the bed, clutching her heart in pretend pain.

He smiled internally, mischief shining in his deep blue eyes. "Oh, woe is me. My best friend is dead. What will ever happen to me now?" he commented rather dryly, like as if he was talking about a boring subject at school, he inspected his nails rather disinterestedly for effect.

He got a pillow to the face, but he still saw it coming anyway.

He threw it back at her just when she was about to stand up. It hit her so hard, she fell against the bed again with a muffled "oomph". He tried to hide the chuckle but failed. She glared at him menacingly, and he actually dared smirk at her.

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your pretty boy face" she stated casually.

He grinned mischievously. "Really? Are you gonna punish me now?"

She tapped her chin in thought, playfulness in her eyes. "Yes, I think punishment is appropriate"

She threw the pillow she was hiding behind her back squarely at his face, knocking him over onto the bed like he did with her. She laughed loudly at his mock insulted expression as he stood back up. He huffed indignantly like a child.

"Your gonna pay for that Zatarra" he said as he took a pillow, which was now considered 'ammo'.

"Come at me Grayson" she said teasingly as she stood up quickly to try and dodge.

"This is war" he announced with a playful grin. She laughed.

And as he said, it wasn't a pillow fight, but an all out war. It especially got heated when they got their abilities involved. He used his heightened senses and, speed and cunning while she used her magic. For a half hour or so, they played and laughed like children, already forgetting about the problem at hand as they pushed it into the back of their minds.

The room was a complete chaos as they finished but it didn't matter. They were smiling and laughing like they had always done.

She realized then at that moment it didn't matter what anybody else thought. Robin was Robin, her best friend, someone she couldn't live without. He was cocky, mischievous and flirtatious. Sometimes he was mildly annoying and he was just extremely protective. But he was also sweet, endearing, caring and brave. He was Richard Grayson.

She wouldn't have him any other way.

They would figure out this hell.

Together.

Robin laughed as he pointed out she had white feathers in her hair. She laughed with him.


Authors Note: Hiya people! Whats up? This chapter is dedicated to everyone who wanted the story to continue! So, Kudos to you!

So, did you guys enjoy the second chapter? I'm sure its probably not what you had previously expected, but I hope you guys still enjoyed it. I got the pillow fight idea from past experience cause my best friend and I always threw stuff (by stuff, I mean anything within our reach). This chapter isn't as polished as the previous, its a bit rough around the edges, but I hope its up to your standards cause I think its fine.

If you guys think I deserve it, I would love a review! I would also be really happy to hear your favorite part!

Until next chapter!

Syrenia

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ZATANNA CARRILE! Im glad you liked the story, have an awesome birthday!