*** Pre Partners, Pre Perfect Family, Post Legacy***

"You know, the next time you ask me out on a date, I'm breaking up with you." She told him.

"Don't be like that Zee." He smiled.

"I'm serious Dick, I put in more JLA hours on our dates than my own actual missions. I'm starting to think we only date so you can close cases."

"Well that and you look good undercover and under covers." he joked.

She smacked him in the back of his head and opened the passenger car door.

She walked out and around the car to lean over into his window, "You know what I think Grayson, maybe you like other guys hitting on your girlfriend. Maybe that's your thing, seeing other mean come up to bat and knowing you get to go home with the prize."

Dick smirked, "No baby, you're my thing. The other stuff," he shrugged, "it's just an added bonus."

He kissed her quickly on the lips and handed her the tracker.

"Don't forget to place this on him. Skin contact is best." He reminded her.

She nodded turned to leave and he grabbed her hand and met her eyes over his dark shades although it was night time.

"You touch his skin, he doesn't touch yours." He told her.

Zatanna smirked. "Don't tell me the last sting we did together got you jealous. It was just a kiss."

"Zatanna." he warned.

"I know," she said as she started walking away. "It's all yours. For now."

Dick smiled and went to park the car to monitor from an unseen distance.

Five minutes later Zatanna reappeared in the passenger seat.

"Gah!" Dick said in surprise.

Zatanna laughed, "Sorry these shoes pinch." She said by way of explanation.

"You're done?" He asked incredulously.

"No, I couldn't get close to him. I'm not his type." She said as she picked up the box of gluten free gummies.

"He turned you down?" Dick asked in disbelief. "Dark hair and blue eyes, that's his type, that's what you are."

"Yeah," Zatanna said unaffected, "I couldn't even get close to the guy. I was no where near his preference but don't worry. This date, I mean mission is still salvageable."

"How?" Dick asked.

Zatanna placed her hand on his lap and the other on the side of his face.

"Well baby it looks like I'll be the one catching the show tonight because Marcos is gay. It's a gay bar." She said with too much excitement in her voice.

Dick's face fell.

"Dark hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, a lined chest, and a -" she rattled off as her hands slid further up his lap.

He grabbed her hand and huffed out a quick breath.

"I got it." He told her grudgingly.

She laughed, "Who knew Marcos and I had the same tastes in men?"

She handed him the ear piece, the tracking device and the mic.

"Knock em dead sweetheart. Remember skin contact is best, you touch his, not the other way around and remember I'm watching and it's date night so….get creative." She whispered in his ear.

"You're sick." he told her as he climbed out of the car.

"Sick for your love." she said biting her lower lip and then bursting into a fit of laughter.

Zatanna brought the ice pack to the side of his face gently and he winced.

"Sorry." She replied.

"It's not so bad." He replied.

"You didn't have to punch him." She scolded him.

"I got the tracker on him, didn't I?" he reminded her.

"Yeah and now you're gonna be front page on the tabloids tomorrow."

"Yeah, well he got handsy." Dick told her.

"Is that right? I can't imagine a man who gets handsy at a bar. You'd really have to paint me a picture." She teased.

Dick scoffed. "This was after I told him I wasn't interested, that I was in a committed relationship."

"You did not." Zatanna laughed.

"I did, I told him you were the jealous type and that he'd get hurt, it's a shame he didn't believe me." Dick said unapologetically. "Hope it was creative enough for you."

Zatanna laughed even harder, holding on to the edge of her stool for balance.

"It was." She conceded. "It got me all hot and bothered."

"You say that like you're joking but you got to go home with the prize." He told her as his hands trailed up her thighs.

"This prize looks pretty banged up." She told him as she ignored his advances and pressed the ice pack on his face with more pressure.

"You should see the other guys." Dick told her.

Zatanna shook her head but otherwise didn't reply.

"I know it's late." He started, "But I'd really like to go out with you."

Zatanna laughed. "And let someone take another crack at you? No thanks. These goods," she said as she brought her lips to his in a soft brief kiss, "are all mine."

"Prove it." Dick challenged.

She took the ice pack off his face and kissed the bruises alongside his face and the under side of his jaw before settling into his lap comfortably.

"I'm starting to think mission dates are your thing." She said in a low voice.

He shook his head and smiled up at her, "You're my thing." He promised as he brought his lips back up to hers. "The rest is just an added bonus."