A series of drabbles about the relationship between Superboy and Zatanna. Updates daily. Reviews welcome
April: Zatanna sat in front of the the t.v flicking through channels. She had finally found time for herself. Megan was busy, her homework was done, and they weren't training or running around in foreign countries. She turned up the volume, avoiding newscasts about how the most recent crisis and another member of the justice league saved the day. Sighing, she settled for the only mind numbing thing she could find: college football.
She didn't really know how the game worked as her dad never really watched it and she usually had better things to do, but she understood the numbers on the scoreboard, and the big men in tights, of course. She spared herself a grin, laughing at the thought as she watched the little ants in helmets run around on the screen. The announcers were really getting into it, but she didn't pay much attention to what they were saying.
Hearing someone rummaging around in the kitchen behind her, she turned herself around and saw Superboy with his head in the fridge. Or rather, she saw his backside, and that was enough confirmation for her. "Nice ass," she muttered under her breath before turning back around to the t.v again.
Her eyes widened, suddenly remembering he has super hearing and noticing that the sounds behind her stopped. She slapped her forehead, not believing she could be so stupid. The Kryptonian was good looking, they all knew that, but that wasn't really worth making things awkward between them.
She jumped when the cushion beneath her tilted with new weight, and whipped herself about to find the object of her thoughts sitting next to her with a bag of chips in his hand. He seemed unfazed, and for a moment she thought maybe he hadn't heard her after all until he glanced at her and she just knew.
Turning herself back around, Zatanna searched for something else to say. She didn't want to leave that as the last thing she said to him, so when her gaze flicked up to the t.v screen, she blurted out the first thing she thought, "you could play football."
He stared at her, pausing his chewing in confusion. "If you ever learn how to control your powers I mean. You'd be really good, super or not." She continued, only glancing at him once and training her eyes forward.
He doesn't say anything. They they sat there in silence, Zatanna's mind slowly calming from her earlier flustering, Superboy's still churning about the football thing. He never thought about doing a sport, and frankly he didn't want to try one, but it was good to know she thought he'd be good at one of them. She was as human and regular as they got, so he figured she'd know.
"Thanks," he grunted out, and she wasn't sure whether he meant that for the football comment or the compliment. She blushed, cursing herself as she did, and he pretended not to notice her discomfort.
He wasn't completely sure about this whole boy-girl thing, as his knowledge on courtship was limited due to lack of experience, but the genomes had taught him well enough for him to know it meant something. Even though he was sure he'd never act on it, the prospect of the opposite sex finding him attractive was a good feeling.
Had Zatanna turned her head to look at him or something in his direction, she would have caught the small smug grin on his face.
Also: This story is set after episode 21 "Image" and any events in the program after that doesn't really happen. This story is more about life outside the Team for them, anyways.