Zantanna's POV
I know I couldn't have broken Dick's heart because he never loved me and, probably never will, we're just friends. I didn't even know he was back until I ran into him at the Watch Tower. I have no idea where she got that and it was the first thing she said to me or Dick. I wonder what she's holding back. I decided not to push it though when she quieted down and placed her gaze back down to the floor. We just ordered here a chicken grilled salad and sprite, hoping she would like it. I decided to chat with Dick.
"So what are you plans for tomorrow?" I asked. He smiled leaning back a little.
"I only have to do a few hours of work from home because I only have to go into work every Friday. It pays to be the boss. And you?"
"I was just going to take Em shopping and hang around all day." I replied.
"You mind if I tag along. I'll pay." He grinned that Robin grin of his that I missed so much.
"Sure, but I'm buying lunch."
"Okay, if that's what you want. So, where's Emzabeth going to school?"
"I haven't really thought about it yet. She'll probably go to the same all-girls private school I did."
"How about Gotham Academy? I know Barbra will send Danielle to Gotham and Tim will go there. Plus Kaldur would probably want Pur'nia to attend Gotham as well." Dick asked.
"You know I can't afford that right now. The only reason the private school thing is an option is I know people from that school." I said with a sigh and Dick pouted.
"What if were to give Emzabeth…um"
"She doesn't have a last name. I already told her she could pick her own last name if she wants." I responded causing Dick change his attention to Em.
"So, how bout it Em? Do you know what last name your picking yet?" he asked and she nodded. She wrote something on a napkin and slid it over to me. The napkin read: 'Is Zatara-Grayson okay?' A small smile graced my lips.
"It's fine with me but if you're going to steal his name too you should ask him." I told her. She nodded picking up the napkin and gave it to Dick. He was stunned.
"I would be honored." He smiled and she did too. She began to write on another napkin and handed it to him, and he looked like he was going to cry but not a single tear was shed. "Em, you can call me whatever you want." He said as he handed me the napkin: 'Can I call you dad?' I couldn't help it when the tear rolled down my cheek and he took my hand under the table. Maybe we can be together. Time would tell.