Notes: Zatanna and Dick made out in the latest comic and there are no new fic. Fandom, what even?
I wrote this definition, so if you disagree with it, that's my fault.
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adj. a feeling of nostalgia triggered by something small—a song, a shoe, a letter—that takes you back on a wistful trip to a time that has passed, where everything seems the same—the smell of the air and the look of the location—but all is now different and the memory rose-tinted
Zatanna, of course, has turned this into some kind of tradition. She's known him for five birthdays and kissed him on all of them, first soft and unexpected (but of course completely welcome) on his cheek; then something longer and lingering, a spark left behind; and as he turns sixteen it only gets better and longer and sexier, and she never fails to do it, never fails to find him on his birthday, whether he's in Gotham or at the Cave or with her or someone else, because it's just a thing they do, and no one's going to stop it.
They start these sort of traditions the first year they know each other: a kiss on his birthday, hide-and-seek at Christmas, seeing the most ridiculous romantic fantasy movies together because he wants to be able to make fun of it and she wants to be able to make fun of it and they're not going to be the loser who goes in alone and watches it with tight lips. It's almost automatic, the way he texts her when he sees her birthday on the clock or the way she always announces to him when she's having an iced latte, and its these nuances, these things that are totally and completely them, that make him blink and stare blankly at the air when they're no longer "officially" together.
He still loves her, though, whether romantically or aromantically, and she still loves him, so it doesn't stop, and even when he has a new girlfriend and she has a new boyfriend she still kisses him on his birthday (on the cheek, this time, and his smile is soft at that) and play hide-and-seek at Christmas and set dates for the latest Twilight movie without their significant others. Because that's what they do, the two of them, that's what they've been doing, and if there's two people you don't stop from doing what they do it's Zatanna and Dick.
(When he's finally single again on his birthday she gets to kiss him properly on the lips again, and it feels good, feels really good, and, yeah, fine, he admits, her whispering things backwards in his ear was one of those things they did have to stop, and he misses it).
