Stepping inside the bedroom of his apartment, Dick peeled off his mask that stuck to his face from perspiration. He dropped his duffel near the window and closed it. He ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of the way as he walked to the bathroom, but there was no use since it would always flop back.
He started running hot water in the tub and placed his mask on the sink as he took off his Nightwing gloves and boots and then stripping to nothing but his boxers, he was interrupted by his phone's muffled cries in his duffel bag.
Walking back into the bedroom he took it out of a side pocket and looked at his phone.
"Great," he sighed.
It was about time to get dressed and get to Gotham State for his advanced lectures.
Just throwing on the button-up and gray jeans he had in the duffel, Dick felt weary from the lack of sleep.
He went back into the bathroom to wash his face and brushed his teeth. Splashing cool water into his face didn't do much so when he climbed on his motorcycle, balance was not on his side. He decided to take it slow today.
When he rode into the University and put his kickstand down, he developed a headache. Walking into the building, knowing he's been through worst, Dick rushed to class.
He walked into the lecture hall and took his seat in the back as the door opened and closed once more.
Dick hated Professor Sanchez's lectures. Mainly because he didn't need to know what happened when Christopher Columbus sail the ocean blue 1992 or something like that so typically, he fell asleep.
He woke up to the sound of feet pounding hardwood.
He instantly jumped up, blink groggily and sighed, "I'm going to fail."
Pushing his hair to the side of his face, he left the hall.
Having nothing else to do since the rest of his Professors had business to attend to, he went home and took a much needed shower.
Zatanna sat in her living room with her laptop on her lap finishing a report that needed to be done for her historical studies class.
Giving it a break, Zatanna went into her computer room and stood in front of her computer.
"Evig siht retupmoc erawdrah smelbrop," she casts. Give this computer hardware problems.
She wasn't trying to be deceptive to Dick. They'd both been so busy and if she just asked to hang out, she knew he most likely wouldn't have agreed to come.
Losing her train of thought to the ding of the doorbell, she went to open the door. A totally chalant Dick stood there.
"Dickey!" she jested.
"Giving each other cute couple nicknames already?" he replied, coming inside, his blue eyes staring into her cyan eyes.
Zatanna blushed at the comment.
Don't do anything to screw it up, Zee, she said in her head.
"So what's up?"
"Not much. What's up with you?"
He chuckles. "I mean with your desktop."
Like that.
She leads him over to the next room where he rolls up a chair to the computer.
He turns on the computer and instantly started typing, not even letting it start up. All of a sudden, codes that Zatanna could barely understand popped up.
She couldn't do that with a few backwards words.
"Looks like the problem is hardware," Dick says outstretching his arms and trying to crack his fingers to no avail. "Easy fix."
"I appreciate it, Dick."
He smiles which she knows was there because she was right next to him.
Typing a little faster, the pages begin to close out.
"OK. All done, Zee." he says standing up, turning towards Zatanna.
"Thanks. That was quick."
She looked down sadly
Dick dives in for a hug and holds her tightly.
Hey, she loves chalant, he thinks.
Zatanna puts her arms around his neck and puts her cheek to his, never wanting to let go.
"Maybe we could hang out sometime?" Dick asked never breaking the hug, knowing he wouldn't see her for a while.
Zatanna smiled.
"I would love that," she responds with a soft voice, clutching his shirt, breathing in his soft cologne.
Dick backs up first, letting his fingertips touch her hips. Zatanna reluctantly lets go as her nose grazes his.
He looks down and snickers, "That was little too close."
"No. I love chalant guys."
He smiles and puts his hand on her shoulder. Coming a little closer, he twists head to the side and leans in slowly.
Just wanting to get it over with, Zatanna forcefully pulled him in and their lips met for the first time in a long time.