Be One with the Force

"Hold on, I still don't get it. Late Night airs at 11pm. Why are we going over there at like 2 in the afternoon?"

"Because, Greta, there are a lot of set pieces and stuff we need to go over with the production staff. Besides, a little rehearsal never hurt anybody," Zatanna tried explaining to the befuddled ghost.

"No but like. Isn't it live? Are you really going to rehearse for like eight hours?"

"Well no. The taping starts at 5pm."

"Taping? You mean you guys tape the show in advance?!"

"Uhh yea?"

"So then it's all a lie? Everything's pre-recorded?!" Greta shrieked.

"I mean the show is never advertised as live. And like I said, some stuff they have to go over and edit and whatnot. It's not that big of a deal, Greta."

"It's a huge deal! Next you'll tell me Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez weren't friends in real life!"

"Uhhhh Miley and Selena absolutely hated each other, especially because they both liked Nick Jonas."

"WHAT?!"

*APPLAUSE APPLAUSE APPLAUSE*

The camera panned around the audience before settling back on stage with David Endocrine standing tall and clapping along with the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Late Night with David Endocrine. I'm of course David Endocrine. Our next guest is an absolute fan favorite. Her debut on this show was a bit dicey with an unexpected attack by the Joker. But since then, she has generously returned multiple times showing off her dazzling magical abilities. She was the first person to make elephants disappear on television as well as pilfer five bucks from my wallet. Tonight, for the first time ever, she'll just be a guest and get to hang out with us. Please welcome the Mistress of Magic, the Princess of Prestidigitation: Zatanna Zatara!"

*WOOO*

*RAHHHH*

*I LOVE YOU ZATANNA! MARRY ME!*

*APPLAUSE APPLAUSE APPLAUSE*

Zatanna stepped out from behind the curtain dressed for the Halloween holiday. Her purple frilly witches dress hugged her curves and showed a little leg with a slight slit. Her sleeves were the perfect length but had the big hooping openings. A purple witch's hat with a pheasant feather topped off the whole ensemble (pun intended). Daintily, her heels clacked across the stage as she shook David's hand and sat down on the cushy chair.

"Welcome welcome, Zatanna!" David greeted.

"Hello again, David. Lovely to be here as a guest."

"Well, we had to sit you down to talk. You've been a wonderful recurring act for our show. I gotta tell ya, the stuff you come up with is absolutely bonkers."

"Hehe I try my best, David. At an entertainer, I gotta keep things fresh and come up with new ideas often."

"Now I know magicians never reveal their secrets, but could you take us through this brainstorming process of yours?"

"I mean it's really nothing special. I'm very fortunate to have a wonderful team behind me including my assistants Tina and Cathy and of course my manager Aly. A lot of times during rehearsal we all sit down and just bounce ideas off of each other. I encourage full freedom with my team. Anything they can imagine we try to bring to life."

"Then with all due respect, your team is insane haha. My god disappearing elephants. Switching the heads of your assistants. Plucking an audience member, shrinking them, and then blowing them up to size onstage? I swear sometimes I feel like you guys just have some dice with crazy ideas and then you just roll them and turn whatever pops up into an act."

"Hahah I cannot confirm nor deny that statement."

"More importantly, how have you been coping with your skyrocketing fame?"

"It's been a bit of a challenge at times. I get recognized a lot when I go out. I have to grocery shop in a disguise. Then I get found out and gotta change the disguise. It's a whole thing."

"I'm surprised you've essentially put up residence at Gotham Theater. One would think a woman with talent and stardom such as you would take the show on the road. Do a tour even."

"I have considered that. But I'm pretty happy with the hours I put in now. And I like Gotham. I'm from New York, but the Bludhaven-Gotham area feels like home for me. Honestly, I'm just happy to do shows so that people can have a good time and smile."

"Speaking of that, we have photos and clips of you visiting the local hospitals and performing magic tricks for the pediatric patients there. How did that come about?"

"Well, I did a visit for Make-A-Wish a few months back and I didn't realize how fulfilling it was to come in and make kids smile. It's so tough and tragic what they have to go through, so if I could do my itty-bitty part to help their process, I'm all for it."

"That's so great to hear, Zatanna. You're one of the good ones. But now to something a bit more festive. What's your take on Halloween?"

"I love it. It's a fun night to dress up, go out hunting for candy, and just be with friends. Though my hus-uh…..boyfriend's opinion of Halloween has waned since he joined the police. Apparently, Halloween is the worst night for a cop because people get into some crazy stuff."

"I bet. We humans will take any chance to party and turn it into a madhouse. Do you have any plans for Halloween?"

"Uh yea. My boyfriend and I are visiting some old friends for a Halloween party. Should be fun."

"Oh that sounds great. And your boyfriend is Dick Grayson, right?"

"Yup. That's him!"

"How did you meet Dick?"

"We met at my high school. He was competing for the Interstate Scholastics competition, and I sold snacks at the event. He came up to me and we just hit it off. God I must have looked like a tomato with how hard I was blushing. He was so smooth, he wrote a pick-up line on a five dollar bill that I still have."

"Aww isn't that sweet! Almost seems like a fairy tale."

"At times, it really does feel like one, David."

"Well as always it has been an absolute delight having you here, Zatanna," David smiled as he turned to a camera, "Now folks, stick around as Zatanna and I will play a rather intriguing Halloween game. We'll be back after these messages."

"And we are back! We still have the amazing Zatanna Zatara with us," David gestured to Zatanna as the camera panned down to reveal a circular table with various dishes, "Now Zatanna has eagerly and probably regretfully agreed to join us in a game of Treats or Deets. This is essentially truth or dare, except the dare is to eat one of the exotic dishes placed on this spinning table. Rules are simple. I shall ask a question, then Zatanna will decide whether to answer or to stay silent and eat whatever monstrosity is placed before her. Everyone ready?"

*WOOO HOOOOO*

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Zatanna playfully groaned.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll start with something easy," David reassured her, "Which city do you prefer, Gotham or Bludhaven?"

"Hmmm well I did grow up in Gotham for a bit, and I do currently live in Bludhaven. Um honestly, I'd choose Bludhaven. It's kinda one of those big city vs little city things. Gotham is great, but there are some places that are rather too posh for me. Bludhaven's a bit quainter. It's a great city but probably not as loud as Gotham is."

"Ahh snuck by the softball question there. Things will get harder though. How many relationships have you been in?"

"Just one."

"One before Dick Grayson?"

"No. Dick has been my one and only boyfriend," she answered proudly.

"Wait, you've only been together with Dick Grayson your entire life? How is that possible? He's rejected multiple women and a surprising number of men for years. You have to tell us how you snagged him."

"Umm well, Dick and I have actually been dating for quite some time. We met when we were fourteen and quite frankly….he had me at 'hello'. We kinda kept it under wraps from the public so that I wouldn't be swarmed daily. So, he was rejecting people because he was already taken and that inadvertently gave him that heartbreaker reputation."

"Wow. Honestly to be dating all these years is an achievement. Hat's off to that."

"Hehe thank you. Seven wonderful years with him so far."

"Well now, Zatanna, you have to know that we gotta get juicier! How much money has he spent on you?"

"Uhhhh I actually don't know. Most expensive thing I can remember is a pair of custom magician gloves. They were ivory white with gold piping and my name embroidered on the cuffs. No wait! I take that back, he also got me a promise ring and a pet bunny that still lives with us. Dang I've honestly never thought about the costs. Other than that stuff, we're relatively simple people. He took me out to dinner and a movie on my birthday and it was perfect."

"Dammit haha. I really thought we were gonna get you with that one."

"I mean I'm very honest about my relationship with Dick. I love him and he loves me."

"Who's more obsessed with the other?"

"Oooo I also don't know how to answer this."

"Well then! Eat something!"

"Whoa whoa now, David. Not saying I don't want to answer. I genuinely don't know. Actually wait. I take it back. At least when we first met, I think he was crazier about me. I can remember when I uh came to visit his school, he practically shoved one of his friends out the way so he could say hi. As we've grown older, I'd like to think we are equally obsessed with each other. I miss him when he works late and sometimes won't even sleep until he gets home. It's a give-and-take just like any relationship is."

"Alright who wrote these questions haha. We need to go deeper. Who wears the pants in the relationship?"

Zatanna bit her cheek a little to try and come up with an answer. In her mind she was in charge between the two since Dick normally gave her everything she wanted. He was always so sweet and considerate in that way. But at the same time, she felt this segment was dragging with all these open and honest answers. So, with a smirk, she decided to spice things up just a tad.

"Honestly, on a good day, neither of us would be wearing pants," she answered slyly.

*Oooooooooooo*

"Now now Zatanna, this is a family show haha," David chuckled.

"Just being honest, David," she shrugged.

"Let's see if you're still honest with the next few questions. Now of course you're a healthy grown woman. I would assume you and Dick have uh done the HOO-HAA."

"David, David. Family show."

"Eh it's almost midnight. We're probably in the clear. Besides, you started it!"

"Hmm I'm sensing a double standard here," she retorted cheekily.

"You're damn right you do haha. But anyway. My next question isn't if you've done it. I'm asking how often do you do it?"

Finally, Zatanna bit her tongue. Her cheeks started to burn as she tried to hide her face under her witch's hat as the audience erupted in laughter. Smirking, David spun the table to place a dish of pickled pig's feet in front of her.

"Remember, Zatanna. Can't spill the deets? Gotta eat the treat," David chuckled.

"EAT THE TREAT! EAT THE TREAT! EAT THE TREAT!" the crowd chanted.

Ironically, she was trying to come up with a ballpark figure in her head. She was sort of curious of the number herself. But time was running out in the taping. So, pickled pig's feet it was. She grabbed a fork and stabbed a large piece. Picking it up, she got a nasty whiff of the brine. Plugging her nose, she ate the odd delicacy and tried to chew quickly. It wasn't as bad as she thought. Super sour really thanks to the pickle brine, but not terrible. Nodding her head, she signaled David to continue as the crowd erupted at her finally pleading the fifth.

"I guess we'll leave that to interpretation then," David laughed.

Zatanna could only shrug.

"For funsies, when was the last time you two did it?"

Zatanna rolled her eyes and smiled. Swallowing the piece of pig's feet, she cleared her throat before giving her answer.

"This morning. There, happy, David?"

"Haha fair enough. Last few. Have either of you ever cheated on each other or considered doing so?"

"Never. Not in a million years," she answered swiftly.

"Ok but then, have you ever felt threatened by anyone in regard to Dick? Surely a strapping young man like him would attract a fair number of suitors, even if he's rejected them all."

Zatanna pondered on this question for a moment. She thought about all the girls over the years who practically threw themselves onto Dick. There was Kory, but that was a nonstarter as she just needed to learn English. That kiss meant nothing. There was Barbara, but they had agreed to remain friends/siblings of sorts. Besides, Barb was dating….who was Barb dating again? Then Regina…ok fuck Regina. No good air-headed bimbo. But then there was…

"Tick tock, Zatanna," David interrupted her thoughts.

She looked down at the shot glass of bird saliva in front of her. Before she could change her mind, she picked up the glass and drank up the bird spit all in one go. The taste was revolting as she scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out.

"Wow. Did not expect you to go for the treat on that question," David laughed.

"Let's just say I don't want to cause trouble," Zatanna tried to stutter and get the taste out of her mouth.

"Fair enough. Ultimately, Zatanna you have been such a good sport. Thank you so much for hanging out with us. Can't wait to have you back."

"Thank you again, David for bringing me on here. I always have so much fun. Till the next time."

"And to all our viewing audience, stay safe and Happy Halloween!"

Meanwhile, at BPD 99

"C'mon dude, what were you even thinking?" Detective Grayson asked his hand-cuffed perp as he dragged the criminal to the holding cell.

"Hey man, it was an ingenious idea. I just wanted to share it with the bus lady," the man answered in earnest.

"How in the world did you think cutting out a whole ATM machine from the wall and then dragging it to the curb would be a good idea? And then you tried to get on the bus with it?!"

"Ay man. It's unlimited cash all the time."

"….you do realize there's a cannister of cash that needs to be refilled every now and then in those things, right?"

"WHAT!? So it's all a lie!?"

"I don't know what else you think is a lie, but definitely the unlimited cash from an ATM bit."

"Next you gonna say that Batman ain't a real vampire."

"No, actually that one's true."

"What?! How the hell do you know?"

"Just take my word for it," Dick winked before taking off the cuffs and pushing the ATM thief into the cell.

Stretching a bit, Dick walked over to the kitchen area and grabbed his third cup of coffee. He took a sip before joining the other nine-nine detectives who were hanging out in the middle area.

"Man, criminals are super dumb. Especially during Halloween," Jake Peralta groaned.

"Tell me about it," Dick agreed, "My latest guy stole an ATM then tried to get on a bus with it."

"Bahaha. That one's funny," Rosa Diaz chuckled.

"But why though?" Amy Santiago asked.

"I couldn't tell ya. Maybe it's Halloween and the holiday just brings out the stupid in people," Dick answered.

"I disagree!" Charles Boyle chimed in, "Halloween is a wonderful holiday. It brings out whimsy and creativity in all the costumes people wear!"

"What costume are you wearing anyway Charles?" Dick asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Dick eyed Charles's ensemble up and down. The straightened chef's coat, pressed black trousers, and blonde wig gave it away immediately. But Dick decided to have a little fun.

"Drew Carey?" Dick teased.

"What? No!" Charles argued.

"Brad Pitt," Rosa threw in with confidence.

"Justin Timberlake," Jake teased as well.

"Guys I'm wearing a chef's coat!"

"Boyle is right. He's clearly a celebrity chef," Terry Jeffords joined in the conversation.

"Thank you, Sarge!" Charles cheered briefly.

"Charles is without a doubt….Guy Fieri," Terry chuckled.

"What!? No no no! I'm Gordon Ramsay! King of beef wellington! Devil of Hell's Kitchen!" Charles stomped his feet.

"Uhh actually that last one is already taken," Dick pointed out.

"Gah you guys suck," Charles relented.

"At any rate, I still contend that criminals lately have lost their edge. I swear these perps are so stupid. I'd make a better criminal than any of them," Jake changed the subject.

"Yea you would! You'd be an evil mastermind, and everyone would call you the handsome bandit," Charles, Jake's best friend, agreed.

"Thank you, Charles. And the best part is, none of you could catch me," Jake bragged.

"I'm fairly certain you would be caught. No scratch that. I'm 100% sure you'd be caught," Captain Raymond Holt arrived with his cup of coffee.

"Oh ho ho. Alright, challenge accepted," Jake stood up.

"I didn't issue a challenge."

"Fine I'll issue it for you. What's the most valuable thing in your office?"

"Hmm my medal of valor awarded to me by the commissioner of the NYPD," Captain Holt sipped his coffee.

"God you are such a hero. Alright how about this? I will bet you that by midnight tonight I will steal the medal of valor from your office."

"Annnd this won't interfere with you doing your job?"

"You mean my job as an amazing detective/genius?" Jake asked as Captain Holt glared deeply, "No it will not. I'll do all of my work, guaranteed."

"I'm considering it. I'm interested. I agree to participate."

As Jake and Captain Holt shook hands, Dick looked at his watch and groaned.

"Midnight? I got a party to get to…"

11:55pm

"You are five minutes from your deadline, and I still don't see the medal of valor on you, Peralta. Instead, here you are, hand cuffed to a table, in a locked room," Captain Holt said as he sat across from Jake in the precinct's interrogation room.

"Aha but you fail to realize, Captain, that this is where I precisely need to be. Let me tell you a story. You remember, Herman, the friendly janitor you met?"

"You mean you in a mustache? I caught you as 'Herman'."

"Yes, but you didn't catch Rosa. As it turns out, our friend Rosa is great at picking locks. Boom cabinet opened."

"Somehow that does not surprise me."

"Me neither."

"What about the pigeons?"

"Oh, the grey pigeons? Those were a red herring. I needed you away from your office while Amy and the Sarge broke into your office and created a way in. Opened window, opened cabinet."

"You still have the safe remaining."

"Ah yes. You see, when the flash mob appeared in the bullpen, the Sarge stole your phone and Charles dusted for prints. The greasiest smudges revealed the four most used digits. I would assume a man of your age used the same pass code for everything. Phone, email, and of course your safe."

"….That would be an accurate assumption."

"So, as you walked over here, Charles awkwardly stuffed himself through your window and opened your safe. We had the four numbers of your code which mean there were 24 possible combinations for Charles to try. That could take up to four minutes. As such, Boyle is either on the other side of that door with your medal or I've lost."

"I'm surprised you didn't include Detective Grayson in your ragtag band of thieves," Captain Holt commented.

"Actually, I thought he would've been great as the pickpocket. But he left before I came up with this brilliant plan."

Sighing, Captain Holt stood up and opened the door. On the other side, an awkward Boyle stood with his hands in the air.

"Yes! IN YOUR FACE PERALTA! I HAVE WON THIS CHALLENGE!...I mean, your plan is foiled, Peralta." the Captain cheered before returning to his monotonous demeanor.

"Dammit Charles! You couldn't get the safe open?" Jake groaned.

"Uhhh well actually I did" Charles meekly answered, "But the medal is not in there."

"WHAT!?" both Jake and Holt screamed

"Yeaaa. Instead, there's this note," Charles handed over a yellow sticky note.

"You guys took too long. Happy Halloween! Grayson," the note read.

"Dick?! Dick stole your medal of valor!?" Jake cried out.

"Yes, it would seem so. Clearly, I have underestimated the young man."

"But then, where's the medal?"

Just then, Amy ran into the interrogation room.

"Uhh Jake, there's a UPS guy with a package for you."

"What? Really? At midnight?!"

Eventually everyone (sans Dick Grayson) gathered in the bullpen as Jake opened up his package revealing Captain Holt's medal of valor.

"You've got to be kidding me," Jake groaned.

"When did he steal this?" Terry asked.

"And he even had time to go to UPS and mail it back to you?" Charles was astounded.

"I don't understand. We were so meticulous with the plan!" Amy cried.

"Damn. Dick's kinda a badass," Rosa smirked.

"Yes, Detective Grayson has proven to be quite impressive….and quite dangerous," Captain Holt mused.

Mount Justice

"Recognized: Zatanna Zatara B-08"

"So that was the magic of television," Greta commented.

"Pretty much," Zatanna answered.

"I kinda felt like those questions about your sex life were a bit much."

"Eh those weren't so bad. You wouldn't believe the stuff Artemis and M'gann tease me about."

"Speaking of you sure Artemis won't freak out when she sees me again? Especially now that I can talk?"

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

"So, what's Dick's costume for tonight?"

"I have no idea. We're trying to surprise each other."

"Is that why you're keeping the witch theme?"

"Maybe. I think it's funny considering I'm a sorcerer."

The ghost and the magician walked down the corridor towards the music. They arrived at the living room full of young superheroes. Artemis stood next to Wally in their matching "Incredibles" super suits. Kaldur oddly decided to be cheeky and wore a shark costume. Raquel held up her glass of champagne hoping not to ruin her Tina Turner dress. Donna in her Greek tunic was cutting out eyes from a white sheet being worn presumably by Kory. Barbara in her Velma costume consisting of an orange sweater and red skirt chatted away with Jason and young Billy who tag-teamed up to be Goku and Vegeta respectively. Finally, Zatanna rested her eyes on a strapping young man with a wig that just reached the back of his neck. He had brownish robes and a black glove on his right hand. Zatanna chuckled that he genuinely added his utility belt to the costume from which a toy lightsaber hung from the side. Sadly, her laughter was stifled when she realized who the handsome jedi was talking to. Next to him was a girl covered head to toe in orange body paint. She had on a blue and white striped head piece along with red-brownish tunic and arm sleeves. Finishing the piece were a pair of lightsabers hanging from her waist.

Greta looked back and forth between Zatanna and the Star Wars pair before them. Despite being a ghost, she could feel the heat coming from Zatanna. Zee was angry at first, but that melted into disappointment. She probably should have known that Dick would choose a Star Wars costume with how much they loved the franchise together. She felt equally spurned by Kara's choice of an Ahsoka costume. She knew Kara and Dick had been friends for a long time, but every now and then Kara seemed to push the envelop ever so slightly. Of course, Dick would never leave her for Kara, but she still couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever she saw the two together. It had been happening a lot lately too with Kara taking Dick as her superhero mentor. They'd spend hours in the training room perfecting techniques and talking strategy. Though Zatanna probably shouldn't be surprised since Dick did that with every team member. Even so, she knew she shouldn't feel this way with Kara. Dick saw the Kryptonian as a little sister, and she should too. However, a show of dominance and territory wouldn't hurt, right?

"Ekam em a Ooban Neeuq," Zatanna casted. (Make me a Naboo Queen)

Quickly her witch's dress transformed into a tight form fitting white jumpsuit that showed her midriff (something she knew Dick couldn't resist). A little white cloak formed around her, and a toy blaster appeared in her hand.

"Oof. When you do it, you really do it, girl," Greta laughed.

Confidently striding over to Dick and Kara, Zatanna put on a cheery smile.

"Why hello there, Ani," she sultrily greeted her boyfriend.

"Huh? WHOA. Heya Z-"

She didn't even let him finish as she pulled him into a hungry and really possessive kiss. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her as she held his head. As the happy couple made out, Kara awkwardly rubbed her arm as her eyes wandered around the room. Finally, Zee let him go biting his lip a bit.

"God you look so sexy. And we match! How'd you know?" Dick asked after gathering his wits.

"Had a hunch. And you don't look so bad yourself, Master Jedi."

"Now now Senator Amidala, we can't be seen displaying blatant public affection like this. Who knows what the council will think."

"But Ani, I think love is worth the risk."

"Padme, I couldn't agree more…."

"I won't tell if you won't!" Kara interrupted the couple before they started another make out session.

"Hehe, sorry Kara. You look fantastic by the way! I love the dedication for an Ahsoka costume," Zatanna smiled.

"Yea. With super speed, I got all the paint on pretty quick. The trouble was finding the headpiece. Thank you, Etsy!"

Zatanna once again scanned the Cave to marvel at the various costumes but then realized something or rather two someone's were amiss.

"Hey, where are M'gann and Conner?" she asked.

"Dunno. Oddly I haven't seen them around lately," Dick answered.

"But they live here?"

"Maybe they're on a date?" Kara offered.

"No. M'gann usually loves these sort of parties. She would never pass up an opportunity to hang out with a big group of friends. Actually, come to think of it, I haven't seen her or Conner in the same room for a while now," Dick thought out loud.

"What do you mean?" his girlfriend asked.

"I've seen one or the other during mission briefings. But I haven't seen them together. Which is odd, cuz M'gann loves clinging onto Conner."

"Oh! I saw them the other day," Kara chimed in, "But they weren't really talking. Or looking at each other. Kinda felt weird."

"Are they alright?" Zatanna asked.

Before Dick or Kara could give their own thoughts, Wally zoomed by and dragged all three heroes to the center of the room with the rest of the party people.

"Alright! Let's get this party started!" he yelled.

Zooming back into the kitchen, Wally brought out a large orange Gatorade cooler.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present this year's Halloween jungle juice!" he announced.

"Wally," Artemis sternly glared, "what pray tell is in this 'jungle juice'?"

"Oh nothing special just orange soda, mango-banana juice, orange juice, orange slices, apple slices, strawberries…"

"That doesn't sound so bad," Raquel commented.

"And then there's Everclear, vodka, rum, coconut rum, gin, peach schnapps for sweetener, orange tequila, and mango strawberry wine," Wally continued the list to everyone's shock.

"WALLY!" Artemis scolded, "Are you trying to kill everyone here? Plus, we have minors!"

"HEY!" Jason and Billy scowled back.

"C'mon babe! We're trying to get an Atlantean, a Tamaranean, an Amazon, and a Kryptonian buzzed. Not to mention a speedster like me! Besides, this batch is tame. Nothing's going to happen."

"I dunno. That sounds like a lot of alcohol," Greta commented.

Everyone except Dick and Zatanna looked over at the new unfamiliar voice. They looked stunned and confused except for Artemis. After a couple of seconds, her brain processed what her eyes were seeing.

"HOLY SHIT GRETA!?" Artemis screamed.

"Uhhh hiya Artemis," Greta waved.

"You're-you're…WHAT?!"

"Here, babe. This'll calm you down," Wally quickly handed Artemis a plastic cup.

Swiftly, Artemis chugged the whole thing down. Her eyes widened and she started beating her chest.

"Wally, what the hell?" she stuttered.

"What? No good?"

"No it's fucking delicious….but so strong!"

"Really? I'll give it a go," Raquel eagerly volunteered.

She grabbed a cup and poured herself the drink. One sip later, her knees got weak, and she collapsed. "P-P-Poison! Orange flavored poison!" were Raquel's last words before closing her eyes for a nap. Artemis ignored lightweight Raquel and focused back on the ghost she hasn't seen in over seven years.

"So, hold on. How does this work? And you talk now?!" Artemis asked.

"Well, a while back I helped Zatanna with that whole dreamstone thing. Uhh John Constantine did a fancy spell and broke my one-word speech thing. So now I'm just a friendly ghost free to move about wherever I please," Greta explained.

"And yet you still hang around my apartment," Zatanna raised her eyebrow.

"Hey! You guys are the only ones who let me watch Netflix!"

"Important question then," Wally asked, "Can you drink?"

"WALLY! She's like twelve!" Artemis scolded again.

"Technically," Greta corrected, "I'm supposed to be nineteen by now. But I'm a ghost so I don't eat or drink or anything."

"Great! Can you be our sober monitor then?" Wally asked.

"Uhh sure?"

"Then that settles it. PARTY!"

Wally with his speed handed everyone a cup of jungle juice. Kaldur with concern carried Raquel over to the couch to rest. Kory forgot she was still under the sheet as a ghost and spilt the drink on her costume. Dick awkwardly held his cup while Zee took a little sip.

"Damn. This is some chest hair growing stuff Wally's made," Zee pinched her nose.

Dick looked up at her then back at his cup.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked.

"I mean. I know we're at a party and all. But uh, I get this feeling I'll either end up like Raquel or do something incredibly stupid that I won't remember tomorrow," Dick worried.

"Oh, lighten up. I think you'll be fine. Besides, if we end up reenacting Star Wars again, we'll look the part!"

"Har har very funny, Zee."

"Hehe, don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. Let's just have a little fun hmm?"

The Morning After

"Ughhhhh," Dick groaned as he woke up.

He shifted a little only to feel a familiar weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw his beautiful girlfriend lightly snoring against his neck with her legs wrapped around him. Finally getting feeling back in his body, the cold floor sent shivers down his bare back. Wait….what happened to his costume? He looked again and saw that he and Zatanna fell asleep on the kitchen floor of the Cave wearing nothing except a blanket that gave them some warmth. Oddly, he was still wearing the Anakin wig. Glossing over the new kinky roleplay he realized they had discovered, Dick surveyed the rest of the room to see the team totally in shambles. Raquel still soundly slept on the couch, but Kaldur laid face first flat on the living room floor. Kara for some reason slept hugging the TV. Barbara was strung up in batcables and slept in a makeshift hammock from the ceiling. Wally was also tied up and leaned against the wall while Artemis hugged him. Jason and Billy were concerningly nowhere to be found. Lastly, Donna and Kory were spooning atop the kitchen counter. Dick tried to stir, but Zatanna clutched him even tighter.

"Mmmm too early," she mumbled.

"Uhhh Zee? Zeee? We should probably wake up."

Just then, M'gann walked in. Scanning the scattered heroes, she chuckled a bit before rolling her eyes. She made her way to the kitchen to find Dick and Zatanna still cuddling under the blanket.

"Do I even want to know?" she asked a now fully awake Dick.

"Uhhhh Happy Halloween?" he meekly answered.

"Please tell me you're wearing clothes under there."

"Well um. See that's complicated…" he stuttered.

"…..Oh my god," M'gann groaned and palmed her forehead.

Finally, Greta popped her head out of her hiding place in the cabinets.

"Is it over?" she asked clearly shaken up.

"Uhhh and who might you be?" M'gann asked.

"Oh hi! I'm Greta the friendly ghost. I'm Zatanna's friend. Wally made me sober monitor and uh….well it's really hard to direct and take care of drunk people when you can't really touch them. Plus, these were drunk superheroes. Things got intense."

"I can see that. But really you two!" M'gann turned to the couple on the floor, "The kitchen? We cook here. We eat here!"

"In my defense, I do not remember like the final four hours of the party," Dick argued.

"Normally I'd help jog your memory, but I do not want to know what you and Zatanna did on this kitchen floor. I just know that some deep cleaning with bleach is needed."

"Dick," Greta shyly asked, "Can we go home now?"

Arconia Apartment 8A

Surprisingly after emptying Wally's godforsaken concoction, Dick was the one who sobered up quicker while Zatanna was still a little loopy. As such, when they returned home, he had to help her a bit in the shower. Once they were all squeaky clean, Dick dried both him and his girlfriend with a nice fluffy towel before carrying Zatanna to bed. He pulled the covers over her and was about to leave, but she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"You're not gonna leave me, are you?" she whined.

"No. Never. I was just gonna go make coffee."

"Hrrggnnn noooo. I need you. I just want you! Come back to bed. Cuddle with me," she whimpered.

Dick was at the mercy of her puffy pouty face. He also felt too tired and lazy to make coffee anyway. So, he climbed under the covers. Immediately, Zee pounced on him and straddled him. Leaning down, she took big whiffs of his chest as she rubbed her face into his abs.

"Haha what are you doing?" he chuckled.

"Mmmm sniffing my favorite smell."

"But why are you rubbing your face into my abs?"

"Because I love your abs. They're so tight and toned. They're sculpted so perfectly. I dunno really. Just looking at them makes me want to smush my face in. Kinda like how you love pushing your face into my tits."

"Haha ok fair enough. It's just funny to me that after four years of having sex, you decide now to experiment."

"Hmmm" she started kissing each ab, "Baby, I'd spend the rest of our lives experimenting with you…."

Dick raised an eyebrow picking up the meaning behind that last statement. Although slower, Zatanna also realized the impact of what she just said.

"Uhhh I mean y'know. I'd love to uh try out new things? But like within reason of course. Y'know, uhh like, uhhh I mean" she stuttered and stuttered.

Smiling, he flipped her on her back and kissed her. By instinct, her arms wrapped around his neck and her tongue danced with his. Something hard poked at her thigh and so she bit her lip in anticipation. Dick moved to bite her neck before thrusting hard into her. Immediately she screamed in delight as she hugged him tightly. With all the excitement, Zatanna didn't even hear what Dick had mumbled into her neck.

"I would love to spend the rest of my life with you…"

AN: Hi everyone! I'm so sorry this update took forever. Like I said on my previous chapter I went on a roadtrip. I had a great time but immediately fell sick once I got back. So I was pretty much sleeping for a week. As such, hope yall enjoyed this super-sized chapter full of fun hijinks. Yes it's a late Halloween chapter but oh well. What's the fun of being on time. Anyway, the next few chapters will be part of an arc. Let's just say, things have been getting a little too cozy lately. We need to fix that (and gosh darn it get to Season 2 already!)