Zatanna was reading a book, a poetry book. With a glass of wine in one hand. She was relaxing on the couch of her home. She moves her gaze from the book to her loving partner. Dick was currently making dinner and judging from the smell, she can tell that he was doing her favourite dish.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

Zatanna chuckles softly. If she ever wanted to start counting the reasons, ways, and every aspect as of why she loves Dick Grayson…she will never finish.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Their love for each other knows no bounds. She remembers well, how her parents were around each other, the way they joked, talk, take care of the other. Often, she will wonder if she would ever find a love as pure as theirs and now that she has it, she couldn't be happier.

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight; For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.

Even when they weren't close, whether it was for a mission with the League or Team, her magic shows, or his time at the circus. No matter how farther they were of each other, their love never wandered. Their souls and heart are one and the same, and her ring was just another proof of their connection beyond everything.

I love thee to the level of everyday's. Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

She loved how she could be herself around him, they were no mask between the two. She smiles at that considering that his alter ego wears a domino mask. She can speak her mind to him without feeling judge, she can tell the corniest joke, be mad, be crazy, be herself around him. She loved going out on dates with him, his surprises for her, her surprises for him but she loves just as much how they can be in the same room without speaking and still communicate their desire for the other.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

Both were superheroes. She is with the League, and he is with the Team and Blüdhaven's protector. But he will always walk the extra mile, he works as a detective, as gymnastics teacher, he teaches self-defence to woman, they open together a foundation to fight cancer, the Sindella's foundation, the name was his idea.

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise;

His body was made and sculpted by the gods themselves. She loves to trance her fingers on his toned chest and steel like abs. She always lost herself in his blue eyes and smile. But all these physical attributes of his were just an extra…his heart, attitude, his actions. And as much as they loved their physical activities; talking about their daily life, the things they like or hate, or just stupid small stuff, that was a highlight on her day.

I love thee with the passion put to use. In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith;

Her mind flies back when they first meet, how eager he was, how brave and bold he was, the way he loved to slaughter the language, the way he held her after Fate took her father hostage, the way he still holds her.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose. With my lost saints, —I love thee with the breath,

She blushes remembering every time that they kiss, they test their lungs capacity; how every time they make love, she ends breathless or how he takes her breath away with his kindness to every person.

Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.

Dick Grayson was everything but predictable, he would always have an ace up his sleeve to cheer her up, to show her how much he loves her, to remind her how amazing she is and as corny as it sounds, she often thinks if he was the one with magic powers. She could only pray or try to use her magic to find him on their next life or whatever is next and be together.

"What are you reading, beautiful?" Zatanna closes her book and looks up to him and meets his lovely gaze.

"Some poetry"

"Dinner is almost ready, but I need you to taste this first and tell me what you think…" He lifts a spoon full of sauce and make his way towards her mouth. Zee closes her eyes as the spoon comes closer to her.

Mwah* Instead of tasting the sauce, her lips meet the familiar taste of his lips.

"How is it?" He smiles slyly.

"Perfect"