A/N: this one's kinda short, so I waited until I could publish two at once.
"Nonsaes eht yekrut," the raven-haired Zatanna chanted from the kitchen. Along with Aunt May, she was preparing Peter's birthday dinner, while he sat in the living room. Not by his own choice. He had been shouted out of the kitchen several times, when he had tried to offer his help in the preparation.
"I must say dear, you certainly make this much easier," Aunt May's voice carried over. "You just saved me ten minutes time."
"It's nothing," Zatanna's voice replied with a lighthearted chirp. "You made up that cake. It's the least I can do and-"
"The least you do is pull my nephew out of danger," Aunt May shot back playfully as Peter heard the clattering of plates. "I sleep better at night knowing you've got his back. Much better." Peter smiled as he listened to their words, imagining their expressions as he remained sitting where he was, staring out into the window. "Though, I'll admit, part of me worries about how much sleep he gets with you-"
"Mrs Parker!" Zatanna shouted.
"Aunt May!" Peter shouted simultaneously.
"What?" Aunt May replied playfully, "I want a grand-nephew or grand-niece! I'm not getting any younger, you know!"
"Yeah," Peter replied as he got to his feet and wound his way to the kitchen door, "but still, tact! You'd swat me I i said something like that!" He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the sight of his girlfriend and Aunt preparing a myriad of dishes. "And are you sure you don't want help? Kent's gonna be here anytime now. And-"
"No!" Aunt May snapped as she pointed a bony finger in his direction. "You sit down, Peter Parker! Before we make you!"
"Aunt May, really, I can-" he began to say.
"Eit mih ot eht hcuoc!" Zatanna said as she pointed in his direction. Thin ropes flew out of her fingertips and towards him, to fast for him to react. They wound around his body and forced him back into the living room, and onto the couch, rooting him on the spot. "Nrut no eht noisivelet. Egnahc eht lennahc ot gnihtemos gniyonna!" The television turned itself on, showing a reality competition that Peter didn't fully understand. But that was the least of his worries. Because it was at that point that the door opened, revealing the bodies of Superman and the Flash. Both of whom smirked at his current predicament.
"Shoulda gone for Diana instead," Flash smirked as he sat next to Peter.
"Wouldn't make much of a difference," Clark Kent replied. "the only difference would be the material. Diana would use an I-beam. So he's probably better off with Zatanna. Though not by very much," the Kryptonian said as he set his briefcase down against the wall. "At least she didn't gag you."
"He might like that to much," Wally West replied with a snicker. "Bet between the two of them, they've got all sorts of kinky stuff they can-"
"Tih mih htiw a eohs," Zatanna's voice chimed from the kitchen. Seconds later, one of her shoes struck Wally across the temple, cutting him off. "And dinner's ready. Esaeler redips-nam morf eht sepor."
A/N: Feel free to go check out my new Story 'Ultimate Lord of the Rings'