He loved her outfit so dearly.

Whereas most of the others wore a battle suit, a more practical or iconic uniform meant to either protect them, serve as a symbol, or something in between, she just went for the most stylish, fashionable getup she could muster up, inspired of course by her beloved father.

That blasted outfit had almost gotten him killed on so many occasions, and he could never tear his eyes off her when it adorned her already alluring figure. He loved how perfectly it represented her, how she wore it with such pride. And why shouldn't she? Being the daughter of the world's greatest stage magician (and a pretty kickass sorceress herself), she was wholly entitled to that self-assurance.

It was the perfect look for the perfect girl, in his eyes at least. Every little detail about it was as pristine as one could ever imagine, and while seemingly simplistic at first glance, it held many layers and intricacies to it, much like the wearer herself. Intricacies that would take hours for one to understand, and god dammit he spent those hours well.

More than what it represented, though, he loved how it looked. Which, he presumed, was the whole point of it, so in that regard she was succeeding masterfully.

Everything about it just screamed sexy to him. It was like she designed it with the singular goal to get him hooked. The white gloves, the cute bowtie, the blazer that contrasted perfectly with her corset, the high heels, and of course those fishnets that got them in so much trouble together on so many occasions. God, he loved the fishnets. If she were to ever change anything about her suit, he just hoped and prayed she'd leave them as they were. He was typically one of the most composed heroes in the community, and he knew it was one of the rare moments he just let his hormones do the talking (though he came to find that ever since they began dating again, those moments became less and less rare), but those leggings could make him do things even her magic couldn't.

Her uniform was, in just one word, perfect. Absolutely perfect. And if he had it his way, she would never change a thing about it.

However, his costume situation was far, far more convoluted.

Being a son of the world's most well-equipped and devoted crimefighters, he modified and updated his battle garments on a regular basis. It was not uncommon for her to wake up some mornings alone in their bed, put on one of his oversized shirts, and stumble out of their bedroom to find him tinkering with his utility belt or his gauntlets, sitting in the dark and wearing nothing but the boxers she ripped off him only a few hours ago.

Yeah, he was a bit of a workaholic. Guess where he got that from.

It was one of the things she was least fond of about him. It didn't happen all that often nowadays - though it was far, far too common for her liking when he was Robin and they spent nights together in the cave - but every now and then she'd stir in bed and reach over to cuddle with where he'd normally be asleep next to her, only to realize he wasn't there and wake up, mildly annoyed and sporting half a mind to hex him to the Phantom Zone.

And unfortunately for her, tonight was one of those nights.

Zatanna groaned as her eyes flickered open to find her bedmate gone and the door to their bedroom creaked ever so slightly open. She shook her head and looked over at the alarm next to their bed, groaning and plopping her head back down on the pillow.

'Fuck you, Grayson. It's too late for this shit.'

Without making too much noise, the magician threw the blanket off of herself and took note of her lack of clothes. She grumbled over to their dresser, swiping one of his hoodies - it was a cold night in Blüdhaven - and tossing it on before approaching the door.

As she peeked through the door and over at his 'workdesk', she furrowed her brow.

Sure enough, Dick was sitting there, wearing nothing but those black boxers she'd already stripped him of once. She wondered how the cold air didn't seem to even make him flinch.

She had to admit, though, he looked kinda cute working on three different things at once. His suit's holo-computer was currently showing a download bar, his utility belt was stretched out on the side desk with two adjustment prongs sticking out of it, and he himself was holding a tiny soldering stick and a small pair of tweezers while he looked through a microscope and worked on the circuitry in his mask.

He was like a mini Tony Stark. It was almost adorable. All he was missing was a British AI and a goatee. Yeah, she'd never let him grow a dopey goatee like that.

"You know, studies show that your brain works best in the morning, after a nice breakfast and all that." Dick jumped in his chair, almost destroying the wiring in his mask before he shut off the soldering stick and turned around to find the source of his disturbance. His girlfriend was leaning backwards, casually propped up next to the doorframe with her hands crossed. He took quick note of her clothes, or lack thereof, and she rolled her eyes when she caught him staring at her bare legs. "Hey, genius. My eyes are up here." He shook his head and made eye contact with her.

"S-sorry. I was-"

"Working. I know, that's kinda why I came here." Zatanna strutted over to where he was sitting, forcing him to put down his tools as she stretched her legs to either side of his body and sat in his lap while he leaned back in his chair. She draped her arms around his neck. "You're so lucky I'm such an understanding girlfriend."

"Yeah, and humble, too." She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Oh, I know Dick Grayson did not just tease me about humility." He smiled up at her.

"Guilty as charged."

"Come back to bed, Birdy. It's too late to be working right now." Dick frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry, babe. Lucious released this new patch for the KnightWear OS, and Tim's already been bugging me about how his tech's so much smoother to use now and how I've gotta try this thing. It's a wireless download, but I need to keep an eye on it in case there's a problem with my hardware. And I decided to do some tinkering while I was waiting." She frowned.

"Can't that wait till tomorrow?" He shrugged.

"I don't know…I guess I just kinda got into that 'tinkering mood'. Look, I've already increased my belt's storage capacity by almost twenty percent and I'm just about to add a subrouter to my mask to let me adjust the lumens in my visor based on surrounding radiance levels." She groaned.

"Speak English before I hex your mouth away." Dick smirked softly.

"My belt holds 20% more stuff now and my mask can keep me safe from flash bombs." Zatanna bit her bottom lip, seemingly unimpressed.

"That's great, but can we please go back to bed now?" He frowned.

"Yeah, as soon as the update finishes downloa-"

"Daolnwod sih diputs etadpu won!" Dick looked to his side, and the bar on his holo-computer quickly filled up. He smiled as the update completion popup appeared before turning back to the beautiful spellcaster.

"You're really cool, you know that?"

She smiled. "It's nice when you actually notice."

"When I'm with you I can't notice much else." Zatanna giggled as he kissed her neck.

All it took was the upgrades to his dumb suit to finalize themselves and he turned back into his sappy self, no questions asked. She adored it.

"So what do you notice about me now?" Her voice was deliciously sultry, just the way he loved it.

His eyes traced her over while her hands explored his exposed abs, and he smiled.

"You look amazing." She snorted.

"I'm wearing nothing except one of your hoodies, I just got out of bed, and my hair is a complete mess."

"You still look amazing." Zatanna smiled down at him, and with a flip of her hair, leaned down to capture his lips with her own.

"Why don't you come back to bed now and tell me how amazing I look?" He smiled in agreement. Since she finished his suit upgrades for him, he didn't really have any reason to say no. Besides, having some quality time together under their warm mattress right now sounded like a pretty good idea to him.

He reached down to pick her up by the underside of her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his bare waist as he stood up, supporting both of their weights with his muscular legs. He glanced over at the kitchen clock and smiled.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Zee."

She looked surprised, so he gestured over to the clock. Sure enough, it was past midnight. She turned back to him with a bright smile, kissing him once more.

"I can't believe you actually remembered." He snorted.

"Who do you think I am? Wally?" She giggled as he began to carry her to their bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them and gently dropping her on the bed before climbing in with her and reaching his hands down to discard the hoodie she conveniently stole from him.

As he fumbled with the hoodie, she laughed under his kisses, and she rolled them both over so that she was on top of him and he was trapped between her legs. She bent down to ghost his lips, and he smiled as she whispered to him.

"I evol uoy, Kcid Nosyarg." He smiled.

"Te iubesc, Zatanna Zatara."

"Ti voglio bene, Dick Grayson."

"Okay, I could go through every language Bruce taught me, but we'd be here a while and I kinda wanna get to the fun stuff."

Zatanna giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips as he finally managed to pull the hoodie off of her, throwing it to the side and wrapping his arms around her bare form.

"I love you, Dick."

"Love you, more, Zee."