This story will be finished, I swear it. Once again I am sorry, but Harry Potter and Alice in Wonderland have consumed my fanfiction world. That and I'm in one of those spells where I just want to read as opposed to write, if you are an author I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. And thanks to IkeTheDog and XxxRazorBladeRomanceXxx.
Ps I will once again take some creative liberties trying to combine Klarion's various origins, this boy has too many different versions of himself.
Disclaimer: Not mine
Lenore sat in her room staring into her vanity's mirror. Her fingers twirled absentmindedly around a lock of raven black hair. Ever since 'leaving' the league she found herself with a lot of free time. Where many college students would take advantage of this and become social butterflies, Lenore could not. She simply wasn't one for wild parties or killing time in some coffee shop.
Once upon a time she hung out with her friends constantly but that was before she had been dragged into a world of super villains and crime fighters. Lenore had simply matured beyond her age and it was a maturity that was unique, that few could understand. She doubted any of her classmates would experience what she had, seen what she had seen no matter how many years they lived. Those who would eventually join the military or police force might one day relate, but she'd still be set apart in those conversations. Not to mention she wouldn't even be able to talk to anyone about it, her identity as Zatara's apprentice—still no superhero alias—must always remain a secret.
In short, she was lonely. And bored, very bored.
That's another thing she missed, adrenaline. You just can't get that kind of rush while watching movies and playing video games as she often did. And it's not like she had the funds to go skydiving or rock-climbing every weekend.
So that's how she spent her time lately; movies, video games, study, and practice magic of course. That was it and it became very monotonous. She had already perfected every spell she knew and was in need of some new ones but without any sort of mentor she had no idea what was possible or how to even begin. She tried to teach herself a few things that she had seen before, like Klarion's drying spell, but again she needed someone to guide her.
Lenore sighed and left her chair to lie down on her bed. Klarion had been very present in her mind lately. She could contribute it to the fact that he had caused this mess or that he offered to teach her magic but she knew it had more to do with what her mother said. When she first met Klarion she thought he was cute and interesting. After leaving Klarion's 'care' when she was fifteen she realized she did have a little crush on the witch boy but never took it seriously. He was a villain, child like, and much older than herself. Not to mention he was in Belle Reve and she was never supposed to see him again. When she saw him again a few months ago for the first time in years she had to admit that he was handsome and maybe she flirted, just a little. But it was playful, like with your guy friends that you really had no interest in. Now though, when faced with that crap he was putting her through she realized that had he been anyone else he would have a black eye by now at the very least. So maybe her mom was right, maybe she did like him and more than just a crush. But now what to do about it.
Lenore wasn't the best at relationships of that nature, example her last boyfriend. He wasn't the only guy she had dated but she still didn't see herself as very knowledgeable in that field. If she were to go to any of her 'normal' friends they sounded like some bad romance movie; 'You're in love! Just tell him and everything will fall into place.' Lenore scoffed at the idea, she wasn't in love she just liked the guy. Plus she didn't think they would have the same reaction if she told them what he was really like. They'd probably send her to a psyche ward.
Well whatever she decided on doing she would first have to find him since he had yet to fulfill his promise of returning from a few days ago.
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Klarion stayed in the castle as he fumed for a few days while Teekl watched the temper tantrum with a nonchalance that only came with experience. He paced in his bedroom with his hands balled up into fists, gritting his teeth.
"How dare she call me a child! She dared to speak to me in such a manner and then ignore me! Does she not know who I am?" Klarion griped.
"Well you don't really do much to remind her of your title, do you? You've never done anything to put her in her place," Teekl pointed out.
"Shut up, you stupid cat."
"You're the one that asked."
"It was a rhetorical question, Teekl."
"Ooo, big word." Teekl jumped away hissing as Klarion threw a small fire ball her way.
"I'm not in the mood for sarcasm right now," the witch boy grunted.
'Obviously,' Teekl thought but only to herself, she was not fond of the idea of more fireballs being thrown at her. "So are you going back anytime soon? I'm sure she's calmed down enough, she does have a history of forgiving you quickly," the feline familiar asked referring to how the girl in question quickly got over the news of Klarion's sadistic murder of his parents.
"I'll go when I want to go. I don't care if she's forgiven me or not," he said defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest. Klarion looked in the mirror and adjusted his jacket and fixed up his hair. Teekl rolled her eyes as she remembered that day five years ago, the first time Klarion ever cared about his appearance. When the Lord of Chaos was satisfied with his reflection he turned back to the lounging cat with his head held high in superiority, "Now I want to go." Cats usually aren't capable of snickering but Teekl was and she did.
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When Klarion stepped out of the portal he found Lenore lying out in her sunny backyard with her eyes closed. She was in a two piece swimsuit with a red halter top and black board shorts that caused Klarion to look longer than was appropriate. Teekl came out of the portal to see him still staring and nudged him hard enough to distract him. When Klarion realized what he was doing he blushed, something he only ever seemed to do when Lenore was around. He looked around the backyard trying to find something else to look at and finally landing on a nearby bottle of sunscreen.
"Cooking yourself, Lenore?"
The young woman smirked her eyes still closed, "Took you a while to figure that out, didn't it Klar?"
Klarion once again colored with embarrassment when he realized she knew he was staring. "Shit," he mumbled under his breath.
Lenore chuckled, "What? Did you think I wouldn't notice some guy and his familiar popping out of a portal just a few feet away from me? You underestimate me Klar, I'm hurt."
"You've never managed to detect my presence before," he pointed out, trying to change the subject.
Lenore frowned, "Flukes, every time. Don't get used to it." Klarion was happy that she seemed distracted now until she sat up, finally looked at him and asked, "So are you here for a reason or are you just here to stare at me in my bathing suit?"
'Damn.' Klarion turned away from her when he answered. "Believe it or not I have better things to do then stare at you."
Lenore smiled, "Really? I'm surprised you spent that much time looking at me then if you had more important things to do."
"I w-was not looking that long," he sputtered. Teekl rolled her eyes and decided to follow Lenore's lead and lay out in the sun.
"So you admit that you were looking?"
Klarion growled a little, "What happened, did you take a happy pill? You were all pissy the last time I saw you."
Lenore looked offended, "Do you want me to be upset? Come on Klar, I simply decided that being angry doesn't solve anything." Lenore leaned back onto her elbows and looked contemplative for a moment. "Do you think if I had never become a hero we would have seen each other again? And if we did do you think we'd act like we did before the League rescued me? We fought back then too but not at all like we do now."
"I probably would have found you faster," Klarion answered, a little surprised at her questions. "And how should I know how we'd act? To be honest you seemed to be in a better mood when you were kidnapped. I wonder… maybe I should kidnap you again, see if there's a correlation."
"No, no, no. Not necessary," Lenore answered quickly. "Besides I thought you said you'd try asking me out instead of kidnapping me."
He smiled as he went to go sit next to her, "So you want me to ask you out?"
"I didn't say that now did I?"
Klarion chuckled, "Now where have I heard that before?"
Lenore tilted her head to the side trying to remember, "I think it was when you assumed I was some possession of yours."
Quirking an eyebrow he asked, "When did I say that?"
"Don't you remember? You asked if I belonged to you."
He furrowed his brow, "Those weren't the words I used."
"Close enough."
"I asked if you were mine as in my girlfriend."
"Well it was not the best way to word that phrase. This isn't the 1600s."
"True, this plane has advanced past that era."
Emerald eyes looked at him curiously, "What do you mean by this plane?"
"Have you ever heard of Roanoke? The colony that disappeared?"
"Yes?" she answered though it sounded like a question. Why was he talking about early American history?
"Well it didn't disappear per say, we just moved to a different physical plane. And we stayed stuck in our time period I guess."
"'We' as in you were born here and then left?"
"No I was born in Limbo Town shortly after the Roanoke colonists arrived in Witch-World."
"Witch-world?"
Klarion sighed, "I hope you are not expecting a history lesson."
"I'm just curious, as a witch I think I should know about a place called Witch-World. You know I still don't know much about magic, for example why is your magic red and mine yellow?"
"Dark magic is red, if you use it enough all your magic turns red," he answered impatiently. "You know what I think I'll kill a few birds with one stone," he said standing. "Come on, let's get going." He reached a hand out to her that she looked at warily.
"Um may I ask where we are going?"
"To Witch-World, Limbo Town specifically. I told you I'd take you there one day, remember? Well might as well do it now and I can teach you a thing or two while we are there." His tone implying that it was an obvious answer.
Lenore would have argued about not wanting to do any interdimensional travel at the moment but she knew from experience that it would be a futile effort. "Can I at least get packed and changed? Surely you don't expect me to travel in my bathing suit do you?"
Klarion looked at her appreciatively thinking, 'Too bad.' "Fine, go ahead I'll wait in the living room." Lenore nodded and dashed into the house and up the stairs all the time thinking she was crazy.
'Okay so you are going to another dimension with the creepy villain kidnapper you like, nothing wrong with that. Girls go on trips with guys they like all the time. Oh I'm not kidding anyone, Lenore Marie Raven you are insane.'
Lenore quickly changed into jeans and a white blouse and packed her clothes, including her bathing suit cause you never know. Thankfully Zatana had taught her a helpful packing/unpacking spell since no one wanted to deal with that chore. Of course it had to be modified a little due to magical differences but it worked well enough. Then she scribbled a note telling her parents the gist of what was going on and that she was going to learn to be a better witch. Once she put the piece of paper in her parents' room she went back to hers to get her bags.
Coming down the stairs she saw Klarion shake his head in disbelief. "I've heard it was physically impossible for females to pack light but I didn't believe it."
"This is light," she defended, not thinking two, albeit large, suit cases and a shoulder bag was at all ridiculous when she didn't know how long she'd be gone. "And even if it wasn't, you never asked me to."
"Fine," Klarion huffed. "Come here and give me a suit case and grab my arm. Damn this is heavy. Come on Teekl we are leaving." As soon as Teekl landed on to Klarion's shoulder the more experienced witch concentrated on the portal that would take them away from this physical plane. Lenore took deep breathes to calm herself as they finally took a step into the black hole.
AN: Again sorry for the waits and prepare for a little bit of fluff and more bad attempts at writing these two being flirty
