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Author's Notes: Hi, everyone! Welcome back. Here's another story for the 'verse.
I'm trying to figure out what to post next, as I do have the two stories listed as TBA on the AO3 series page before black and gold (and this story too, lol), but I'm still experiencing writer's block with both of them and they're more focused on the Batfamily-side of things than the Stark-Wayne side of things. That is to say, don't be surprised if the next update you see is black and gold after all. ;)
As always, I hope you enjoy,
~TGWSI/Selene Borealis
~the black and gold 'verse~
~trick or treat~
Dating Zatanna Zatara was an amazing experience.
Not that Dick had any other experience to compare it to, but...you knew what he meant. There was something exhilarating, as exhilarating as being a vigilante, just in different ways, about being her boyfriend. There was something exhilarating about being able to call her his girlfriend.
They did a lot of standard things that he thought regular teenaged couples did. They went out on dates, although specifically to hole-in-the-wall cafes or other places where the paparazzi wouldn't easily find them because unfortunately, now that he was seventeen and close to being an adult the press wasn't as willing to respect his adoptive parents' requests not to photograph him as they had been when he was younger and still was with his siblings, and neither he nor Zatanna wanted to put her in the gossip spotlight like that. One of his favorite dates that they went on was to the bowling alley, because for all of her poise and the dexterity she possessed with her hands, she kind of (read: really)...sucked at bowling.
But she took it with good spirits. "Oh," she said after knocking down zero pins for the third time in a row. She covered her mouth with her hand, blushing brilliantly as she turned around. "You'd think I'd be getting just a little bit better at this by now." This was the second set they were playing.
Dick hid his laugh. "Practice doesn't happen just in one night, Zatanna."
"I know that! Still..." she trailed off, looking up at him with those dark brown eyes, batting them suggestively. "Maybe you could help me out a little? I don't want to go through another turn with zero points."
So he did. When her ball came back, she picked it up and went back up to the lane. He went behind her, getting close and personal in a way that made both of their breaths catch, and gently corrected the posture of her arm. "You hold it more like this," he instructed. "And when you let it go, try to twist your wrist in some. Don't do it too hard; you just want to give it a spin."
They went forwards together. When she let go of the ball, she did as he said. The ball knocked down six pins – the highest amount she'd gotten knocked down in one go this entire time. She whirled around to look at him, grinning from ear to ear. "You're a very good teacher, Mr. Grayson."
"I try my best," he managed to say in reply, his face feeling like it absolutely was on fire.
When they both turned around so she could sit down and he could grab his ball, he saw that they were receiving glares from the group of older people a couple lanes down from them. This was one thing they'd unfortunately had to get used to when out in public during the daytime. People seemed to think, because he was so tall and she was so short, despite him being an omega and her being an alpha, they shouldn't be together. He didn't give a damn about what those people thought, for the record, and he knew she didn't either. But the glares and looks were things that they had to deal with nevertheless, albeit nobody ever said anything to their face about it.
They did more than just these dates, though, especially when school started back up for him since it meant that they had less time for dates. At least one night a week, it wasn't uncommon for him to hang out with her for an hour so during his patrols as Robin, which Bruce, Selina, and Dinah all knew about, but none of them commented on. And she'd used portals before so he could go to her room at the school she was going to – and no, he still didn't know its name, but then again he hadn't bothered to ask after that first time – to hang out there, too, and do certain...things, which left him thankful that she didn't have a roommate. He'd made sure to get on birth control because of it, which he didn't tell Bruce and Tony about and they thankfully didn't ask, and she always wore a condom. They were practicing safe sex, like Tony had advised him to. So, there.
Dick knew their relationship wasn't meant to last. At the end of the year, she was going to go back to San Francisco to live with her dad, and a long-distance relationship at seventeen was something that sounded unnecessarily complicated, even with her magic giving her the ability to make portals, and not something that he thought he'd wanted – and again, he knew the same was true for her. But for now, they were having their fun.
And part of that fun meant he wanted her to come over to the Glass House for Halloween, so she could maybe come over a couple more times in the few months they had left...if she wanted to, that is.
He approached the subject with Tony a couple days before the holiday. His adoptive omither was finishing up the last of his breakfast, gulping down his second cup of coffee of the day. "Alright, kids," he said, pressing kisses to the hair of all of his biological kids, including Edward and Gemma in their high chairs, and ruffling the hair of Jason, who made a noise of protest but nevertheless allowed it. "It's time for me to go to work. I'll see you guys when I get home, okay?"
"Bye, Omi," Lili, Harley, Peter, and Bea all chimed in almost unison.
"Bye, Tony," said Jason.
"Love you all," Tony said, before briefly kissing Bruce, who was sitting at the head of the table.
"Love you, too," Bruce replied.
Dick made his move as Tony left the room. Standing up from the table, he followed after him, which earned him weird looks from everybody in the kitchen, but not a soul commented on it. He caught up to his adoptive omither just as he went through the front door, heading out to the car where Happy was waiting for him. "Tony. Tony."
"Mmm?" Tony hummed, turning around. "Oh, Dick. What is it?"
"Can I ask you something really quick?"
The older omega's expression quickly became cautious, probably understandably so. It wasn't often that Dick asked him for things, and when he did... "Yeah, sure, bambino."
"I was thinking..." Dick steadied himself as best as he could. "Halloween's on Wednesday and I know we're all supposed to go out trick-or-treating, but I was thinking maybe I could bring Zatanna over for dinner? And that she could come trick-or-treating with us?"
His family didn't know much about Zatanna. They knew that she was his girlfriend, and Tony knew that she was "enhanced" because of Bruce, but they'd never met her before. Tony had asked him once on if they were going to be able to meet her or not, and he'd told him he didn't know. With dating as casual as theirs, was it really a good idea to – ?
"I, um, don't have to bring her over," he said as Tony's expression became inscrutable. "I haven't even asked her if she wants to come over for Halloween. Maybe it isn't even – "
"Let me talk it over with Bruce," Tony said, cutting him off. As Dick blinked in surprise, he rolled his eyes. "I asked you before if you were ever going to bring her over, bambino. If you're comfortable with having her over finally, then I want to meet her. Halloween might not be the best time to do it, hence why I'll ask Bruce about it tonight, but...we'll see. If he says yes, I'm sure she'd love to come over." He patted his arm comfortingly. "But I've really got to go now, Dick. I have a meeting at eight-thirty. We'll talk about this later, okay?"
"...Okay," he agreed.
Much to his surprise, because he'd kind of been expecting Bruce to say "no," his adoptive father said yes, and so did Zatanna. Thus, on Halloween, about half an hour before dinner would be ready, the sound of the doorbell being rung could be heard in both the living room and kitchen.
"I'll get it," Dick said immediately, getting to his feet. He didn't give Jason a chance to decide that he would rather answer the door himself as he shot into the hallway, walking on his socked feet so fast that he almost pulled a move like Tom Cruise in the Risky Business movie.
When he opened the door, Zatanna was on the other side, smiling up at him. He almost laughed his ass off when he saw her, already dressed in her costume. She was wearing the kind of witch costume that you would find for a moderately expensive price at the store: a black dress that looked like it came from the Victorian era with a hood and a pointed witch's hat of the same color. In her left hand she was clutching the handle of a cheesy-looking jack-o-lantern bucket.
"Zatanna," he breathed, relieved.
"Dick," she replied, looking him up and down. "You're not dressed in your costume."
"Not yet; we'll all get dressed up after dinner," he promised. Then he grabbed her by the arm, pulling her inside. "Come in."
She took off her shoes and put them on the rack along with all the others, and then Dick led her into the living room. All at once, the eyes of the rest of the Stark-Wayne children, save for Edward and Gemma, who were still down for their nap, were on her. "Hey, guys," Dick said, still sounding a little out of breath, "this is Zatanna. Zatanna, this is – "
"You're so pretty!" gasped Lili before he could finish speaking.
Zatanna smiled. "Why, thank you."
"You talk like Alfred," Harley added, his eyes wide.
"Our butler and Bruce's surrogate dad," Dick muttered into her ear, in case she'd forgotten that. He'd told her it before.
She nodded in understanding.
"Is she here?" Tony appeared in the archway between the kitchen and the living room. He smiled as he came over, holding out his hand, which Zatanna shook. "Hi, dear. I'm Tony. These are most of the rest of Bruce and mine's kids – Jason, Lili, Harley, Peter, and Bea." He pointed them out to all of her. "But I'm sure you already knew that."
"Yes," she said. "It's lovely to meet you all. I'm Zatanna."
"Bruce and Rebecca are in his study. They'll be out when dinner's ready. Actually...does she know who Rebecca – ?" He looked over at Dick quizzically. At his nod – he'd told Zatanna that Bucky was his honorary aunt who lived with them, but not much more than that – the older omega nodded himself. "Right. Well, make yourself at home. We're having lasagna tonight – Dick says you eat meat?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Good. Just checking. We don't eat pork, so you don't have to worry about that if you don't, either."
Tony went back into the kitchen to finish making dinner with Alfred. Zatanna followed after Dick as he went to sit back down on the couch, putting her jack-o-lantern on the coffee table and doing the same with her hat.
Jason eyed her warily. "How long have you and Dick been dating?"
Dick groaned. "Jay."
Zatanna wasn't bothered by his younger brother's antics. "Just over four months."
"Really?" Jason's eyes visibly brightened. "So were you guys together when – ?"
"Jason," Dick repeated. "Shut up."
His little brother snickered, but did as he was told.
The rest of his siblings had their questions to ask her, but none of them were as bad as Jason's would've been. When dinner was ready, all of his siblings ran into the dining room, much to Tony's displeasure, who chastised them for running. It didn't work, though – none of them were particularly repentant.
Dick and Zatanna followed behind them at a more leisurely pace, and thus were still in the hallway when Bruce and Rebecca came down from the other side. His girlfriend tensed noticeably at the sight of Bruce Wayne, who was not only just the adoptive father of her boyfriend, but also the Batman. Dick grabbed her hand comfortingly, squeezing it.
"Ms. Zatara," Bruce said. His expression was perfectly blank. He towered over Zatanna due to being well over a foot taller than her. He stood in front of them for a moment, Bucky disappearing into the dining room behind him with a roll of her eyes at his antics. He remained silent.
Dick waited patiently.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his adoptive father gave a short nod. "It's good to finally meet you," he spoke, briefly looking at Dick. He gestured with his hand to the archway. "Please, you two go in first."
With a quiet sigh of relief from Zatanna, they did just that.
Dinner wasn't too bad of an affair. Edward and Gemma were being fed baby food by Alfred, so they weren't in the room. It meant that Tony was able to give his full, undivided attention to Zatanna – but also his own kids. The older omega made sure to not make her feel like she was being put under an interrogation as he asked the kids in the room an equal amount of questions.
With the lasagna they had cheesy garlic bread and a salad, and for dessert they had pumpkin-gingersnap tiramisu – which didn't actually have any coffee in it, so the name was a bit of a misnomer.
After the food was all cleared – an impressive feat even for ten people – mischief sparkled in Tony's eyes. "Alright," he said, leaning over the table subtly. "Who's ready to go trick-or-treating?"
"Me! Me!" Lili, Harley, and Peter all shouted, raising their hands.
Rebecca waited downstairs in the living room with Zatanna as the rest of them went upstairs to go change, seeing as how the older female alpha wouldn't be going out with them. Dick was so excited, his hands were shaking as he went through the motions of putting on his costume.
When he went downstairs – the first one of his family going out to do so – Zatanna let out a laugh, clapping her hands. "Robin Hood?" she asked. "Really? You don't think that's too on the nose or anything?"
He shrugged, grinning. "Too on the nose for who? Who would ever suspect who I am when I'm Dick Grayson?"
"I suppose you have a point," she admitted. "Still..."
Jason came downstairs next, dressed as Westley from The Princess Bride; the first movie he'd watched and enjoyed after Bruce had rescued him and Rebecca from HYDRA. This wasn't the first time he'd dressed up as the character for Halloween, although the costume that he was wearing now was one in a different size.
Nor was he alone this time. Lili was not far behind him in coming down the stairs, dressed up as Princess Buttercup. She was positively beaming; she hadn't been sure if Jason would've agreed to dressing up with her, now that he was older and what Tony liked to call the "moody teenage" years, though Dick didn't know why. The Princess Bride was Jason's favorite movie.
Harley was dressed up as Link from the Zelda franchise, and Peter was dressed up as Princess Leia from Star Wars. "She's my favorite character," the six-year-old explained to Zatanna when she asked why he'd chosen Leia to dress up as. "Why wouldn't I want to dress up as her?"
"You have a point," she conceded.
Bruce, Tony, and Bea came down last, dressed up as Jasper, Cruella de Vil, and a Dalmation respectively from the live-action 101 Dalmatians movie. "Are we ready?" Tony asked.
When everybody agreed, they went outside to get into the limo that Happy was driving. While they were technically in the neighborhood that housed Gotham's highest elites, the neighborhood wasn't really one that was the best for trick-or-treating – it would be too much to walk between the houses. So, just as they did every year since they'd come to permanently reside in Gotham, they were going to one of the other wealthy, but not as wealthy neighborhoods to go trick-or-treating. That way, the distance between houses would be shorter, and the paparazzi wouldn't be able to bother them due to the neighborhood being a gated community.
"Your family really goes all out for Halloween, don't they?" Zatanna whispered to him before they got in the car.
Dick smiled. "Yeah. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. It's...rather endearing."
It took them twenty-five minutes to get to the neighborhood. Once Happy got them in using the passcode – the gated community was more than amenable to letting in the richest people in the city, some of the richest people in the entire world, for one night of trick-or-treating – he parked the limo temporarily in front of one of the houses close to the gate so they could all climb out. Tony instructed him to come back in an hour or so before he went off.
"You know the rules," Bruce reminded them all about trick-or-treating. "Don't go too far that we can't see you." This, he said in reference to Dick, Zatanna, Jason, Lili, and Harley. Dick knew the drill, and Peter wasn't old enough according to Tony to go off with the older kids yet. "Jason, Lili, Harley, stick together." The three nodded exuberantly.
They quickly split off into their three groups. Jason, Lili, and Harley took off, immediately running towards the closest house. Bruce, Tony, Peter, and Bea walked at a more sedate pace towards the same destination. Dick and Zatanna, meanwhile, went off towards the house across the street, putting some distance between them and the others.
Dick had never gone trick-or-treating until he'd moved in with Bruce and Tony. He wasn't sure if it was due to religious reasons (though he couldn't remember his biological parents being all that religious), them moving around all the time, or some combination of both. Regardless, the first time he'd gone trick-or-treating had been that Halloween Tony had been pregnant with Lili, when they'd all dressed up that Halloween as Star Wars characters, much like Peter was now. Dressing up in a group was a tradition for the Stark-Wayne family, as they'd continued it for his second Halloween when he, his adoptive parents, and Lili had dressed up as characters from Mary Poppins. But, his adoptive parents also didn't mind in the slightest when the older kids wanted to dress up as something else different from their chosen theme, obviously.
He and Zatanna went from house to house, staying within sight of Bruce and Tony, but overall having fun by themselves. A little old lady at one of the houses they went to gushed at what a "cute couple" they were, which was a nice reprieve from the norm that they were used to when they went out together. Indeed, everybody in this neighborhood seemed to not be judgmental, or at least too festive tonight to be judgmental. They could enjoy each other's company in peace, and collect as much candy as they wanted – king-sized chocolate bars, bags of candy corn, popcorn balls, and etcetera, because that was what came with trick-or-treating in a wealthy neighborhood. Dick made sure to take nothing with peanuts in it, though, out of respect for Peter and his allergy.
"Who's out on patrol tonight, since you and Bruce are...?" Zatanna asked him quietly at one point.
"Selina and Dinah," he informed her just as quietly. "They both have kids, too – "
"You told me that."
"Yeah. But I think Dinah's mom is taking them out trick-or-treating." He gave another shrug, unsure, because truthfully he hadn't thought about it too much but he thought he remembered Selina and Dinah talking about it some one night a couple weeks ago. "Usually, Selina's son comes trick-or-treating with us, but not this time, I guess. Bruce will be going to join them after we get back home, though."
Zatanna hummed in response, noncommittal.
They walked for a bit more and went to another few houses before she spoke up again. "You have a really amazing family, you know," she confided in him.
He chuckled. "I know."
He knew that she didn't take that as a sign that he was making fun of her, but she pressed on anyways. "I told you that it's always been just my dad and me," she said. "My mom...left not long after I was born. My dad's never made me feel like it was a bad thing to just be the two of us, and I don't think it is. I mean, like I said, your family is amazing, but I don't know if I could survive with that many siblings."
Dick let out a good-natured laugh. "Yeah, I know. They do drive me crazy sometimes. Jason especially, since he's the closest in age to me."
Zatanna smirked. "Yes, I saw that earlier."
"Why, you," he scoffed, before he leaned down and she reached up. When their lips connected, he heard remarks of amusement and disgust both from the kids around them, but he didn't care.
After they separated from the kiss, though still while their faces were close together, for the first time...he felt the strong urge to say three certain words. Three little words. They would be so easy for them to say.
But...no. As much as he wanted to say those words, he knew he couldn't. Theirs wasn't a relationship that was meant to last. She was going to go back to San Francisco, and he knew that she was going to do great things there. She'd spoken of wanting to follow in her father's footsteps and become a magician, and he had no doubt that she was going to become famous in doing that. He wasn't going to take her away from that, because it would be unfair of him to expect her to come here when she was done with college and the like and he wasn't going to move away from Gotham, having already applied to Gotham University. He was Robin; like Batman, the people of this city needed him.
They would stay in contact, yes, of that he was sure, but theirs would never be a "right time" scenario. It was clear to him that was the case.
By the time their hour of trick-or-treating was up and they'd gone back to rejoin his family, they'd collected a fair amount of candy – not nearly as much as his siblings, though, who were all still in the stage to get as much as they could possibly get – and spent the time together that he'd wanted from tonight. Zatanna willingly listened to the stories that his siblings had to tell about the things they'd seen over the past hour, what houses had had the best candy, and whatnot. As she did, he looked over at Bruce and Tony. Both of his adoptive parents seemed relaxed, in spite of dealing with their hyperactive children. Bruce gave him a small smile, while Tony grinned and winked at him.
So, the two of them liked Zatanna – the night had been successful in that regard as well. And Dick knew it shouldn't have mattered, given everything that he'd already said (and not to mention given what they had already been doing), but it made him relieved to know that they approved of her. Maybe he would be able to bring her over a couple more times to the Glass House before their fling – he supposed that was what most people would call it instead of a relationship, due to the known time constraints – was over.
Later that night – after midnight, in fact, Dick woke up from a noticeable weight abruptly plopping onto his bed.
This wasn't so unusual. Ever since Lili had been old enough to walk, she'd taken it upon herself sometimes to come to his room in the middle of the night and cuddle with him, usually when she had a nightmare, though she didn't do it as much now that she was over nine and a half years old. But that was okay, because Harley, Peter, and Bea had the tendency to do the same as her sometimes, albeit not nearly as much. He figured that that just stemmed from the fact there were multiple older siblings for them to do that with, including Jason, and not just him like it had been for so long with Lili.
But, this weight was heavier than any of them. Blearily, Dick moaned from the exhaustion he was feeling (he never felt this way when he was out on patrol, he always felt wide away then, but try to wake him up a couple hours into sleep, and it was like he was a zombie) and instinctively stretched, before he opened his eyes.
And paused.
"Za – Zatanna?" he mumbled.
His girlfriend smiled at him, her white teeth gleaming wickedly in the moonlight. "Dick," she returned, nuzzling that spot on his neck that was currently covered up by his shirt, where his mating gland was. His breath hitched as she did it, because even with the fabric dampener, she succeeded in releasing his pheromones.
His brain was coming back online, but it was slow. "What are you – what are you doing here?" he asked, his left hand coming up to card through her soft brown hair.
"You said that Bruce was going out to patrol tonight after your family came back here, but you didn't say anything about you. I wanted to see whether you were out on patrol with him or whether you were here. You have a nice bedroom, by the way," she told him with way much more energy than he felt like he had. She smiled at him coyly. "And if you were here, I...wanted to thank you for today."
She said it in such a way that there was little left up to his imagination for what that meant.
But while he felt himself immediately rise to attention, so to speak, because he was a seventeen-year-old boy after all, omega or not, he knew it wasn't the best of ideas to do that here compared to her dorm room at her school. It wasn't the best of ideas for her to be here at all right now, actually. If Tony or one of his siblings woke up because of them making noises and decided to come investigate, or if Bruce got off from patrol early and decided for some reason that he wanted to check up on him just like he'd done before Dick had become Robin all those years ago...
Zatanna laughed quietly, presumably at the look on his face. "I know what you're thinking," she crooned, placing a kiss on his cheek. She sat up. "You're not thinking about the obvious, though. Don't worry; I've got you."
Before he could ask her what she meant by that, her eyes began to glow their signature bright blue. "Kcolb eht sdnuos gnimoc mor siht moor," she chanted, casting the spell. This was followed by another, "T'nod tel enoyna tcepsus s'tahw gniog no litnu I evael."
...Right.
It was surprisingly easy for him to forget her being the witch that she was sometimes, and his exhaustion wasn't helping that. Dick guessed it was because he'd spent so much time with her when she wasn't using her powers, he'd gotten used to thinking the laws of the universe under normal conditions always applied to her, forgetting that she could pretty much do anything she wanted if it was what she put her mind to and within the limits of her capabilities.
Zatanna smiled at him when she was finished. "There. See?"
Now that she'd done that, Dick wanted her even more than he had before. He'd never woken up to someone offering to have sex with him before, but now that he had, it was just about one of the hottest things ever. "Come here," he muttered, pulling her back down on top of him.
Zatanna allowed herself to fall. She kissed him, quickly taking control by biting his bottom lip in that way she knew he loved, because they'd come a long way from their first kiss back in June. He let her, both because he wanted to and because his limbs already felt heavy between just waking up and then becoming aroused almost straight after. He felt a wet sensation tingle at his skin down there, his slick already beginning to be produced.
Her fingers, deft and nimble, ghosted along the bottom of his shirt as she kissed him, before she grabbed the fabric in her hands and began to pull up. They broke off the kiss long enough that she could pull up his shirt over his head and throw it haphazardly onto the floor of his bedroom and repeat the process with her own shirt (a black band t-shirt of The Cranberries that was overly large on her), and then she was right back to being on him.
He was able to get his arms to move finally, skating his hands around her arse, as she would say, which earned him a chest rumble of satisfaction. The second time that they had to come up for air, she moved away from his touch so that she could take his bottoms off, his flannels and underwear alike.
Dick panted, breathless. "You," he struggled to say. When he realized he wouldn't be able to finish his sentence, he kept it simple: "Condom?"
From the right pocket of her own flannels, she fished out one of the small packages. "I told you not to worry and that I've got you," she hummed.
"I know," he said fondly, able to speak a bit better now. "'Was just making sure. Can't be too careful."
"'I know,'" she parroted back at him. Then she looked at him, not saying anything.
He felt himself blush from the roots of his hair to somewhere down his chest. "What?"
Her tongue darted out as she placed the condom on his nightstand. She licked her lips, not moving to take off her own bottoms. "Do you...?" she began. Like him, she didn't finish that sentence. "I want to try something."
"Okay," he agreed easily enough.
"'Okay?'" she repeated.
"Yeah," he said. "I trust you."
I love you.
She smiled, leaning down to kiss him again. As she did, though, he felt her grab one of his arms, picking it up. She pulled it up towards his bedpost. She broke off the kiss, and her eyes glowed bright blue again. "Eit sih tsirw ereh htiw nobbir," she said.
He didn't need to figure out what she was saying in order to feel the effects of the spell.
"Oh," he gasped as he felt the light fabric wrap around his wrist. It was a stronger material than what he was used to ribbon being like, tied tight, but not too tight.
She analyzed him sharply. "Is this okay?"
"...Yeah," Dick said. "It's actually really kind of...hot."
Zatanna laughed again.
She performed the same spell on his other wrist, and thus he was pinned between them and her straddling his waist. He was more than hard and leaking slick at this point; he was absolutely aching. She did one more spell, this one to create a small orb of light so that they could see each other better without something as noticeable as her turning on one of his lamps, in case one of her earlier spells stopped working for some reason. It emanated soft blue light, which played at the features of her face beautifully.
Finally, came the moment he had been waiting for. Zatanna took off her bottoms, flannels and underwear alike. Her cock had already descended, the quirk of alpha female biology that he'd learned about in Health class and had been told by Tony, but had still surprised him a little when he'd seen it happen for the first time. It had mesmerized him – so different than his own biology that he was used to, and yet so similar all the same.
Dick sucked in a breath when he felt her fingers prod at his entrance. "It's okay," she whispered. "I've got you."
And she did. Just like always, she was so gentle about preparing him, and so good at taking him apart at the same time. The latter feeling was more pronounced now, now that his wrists were tied to the bedpost and he knew he wouldn't have been able to do anything to hurry her along even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. He whined, the omegan noise spilling from his throat, which he bared in utter submission.
"Zatanna," he said her name like a prayer as she put another finger inside. "I – ah, fuck!"
"Good enough?" she asked. She had three fingers inside of him now.
"Yes, yes, yes," he begged, bucking his hips, unable to do anything more. "Please, Zatanna. Please – "
Zatanna chuckled, removing her fingers from him so that she could take the condom off of the nightstand, open it up, and put it on. He felt so empty without her inside of him, whether it be her fingers or her cock, so incredibly empty. He almost let out a primal cry from it like he was in heat (even though heats weren't really all about the sex, or even mostly), clenching around nothing.
She slammed into him in one go, going all the way past where the base of her knot was, only just beginning to bulge, so that her pelvis met his. Now he did cry out at the abrupt sensation of being full, his eyelids fluttering.
"So beautiful," she said, praising him, which made his instincts do something funny to his brain. And she kept on going, because she knew how much of a praise kink he had, "So good. Such a good omega."
He strained against his ribbon handcuffs, wanting so bad to touch her and rove his hands over her body like he always did. Not being able to but still seeing the way her breasts– vestigial, just like his cocklet, technically, since neither really had a purpose for their respective designations but were still part of their anatomy anyways – jiggled as she moved in and out of him, in and out.
"Za – Zatanna." He spoke her name as two syllables.
"I know what you want. You want to touch me," she cooed. He bucked his hips again in agreement. "But you're such a good omega, aren't you? Don't you wanna keep on being good?"
He hissed, but not from physical pain or an emotional one, not offended by her word usage in the slightest. "Y – yes."
He wanted to be good. She'd told him she'd wanted to try this, and as much as he wanted to touch her, he was having a fun time with it, too.
He wanted to be praised.
"So brave," she said, which made him whine all over again. "You've got to be the bravest omega in all of Gotham, being Robin like you are. So kind and caring. You're amazing, Dick Grayson. So amazing. You have no idea of how perfect you are."
Fuck.
Fuck.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she reached down and wrapped her slim hand around his cocklet. Again, it was vestigial, it wasn't required in order to get him to come, but it was so perfect that she was taking care of him like this. Because she put in the thought to take care of him like this, and didn't just expect him to come on cock alone like the rich alpha jocks at St. Philomena's always liked to say they would be able to make him do when they talked about him and other male omegas behind his back.
Just a few strokes and twists of her hand, and she was able to get him over the edge. Dick's vision seared white. He felt himself spurt out a few teaspoons of omegan cum. As his vision speckled back into its natural state, he saw Zatanna bring up the hand she'd used to get him off, covered in his cum, and lick herself clean.
He just about orgasmed again on the spot.
Zatanna wasn't afraid to take the rest of what she wanted from him, her expression twisting to show off the alpha that she was. She shoved her knot all the way inside just before she came, making him yelp. But the feeling of her coming inside of him, even though the condom kept any of her cum from escaping and thus knocking him up, was enough to calm him back down again. His entire being felt syrupy in that haze that came after an orgasm.
A little awkwardly, she shifted down so she could lay on the bed with him; this was the one part that made their sex a little difficult, because while his favorite thing, they'd learned, was somebody praising him during the act, hers was the cuddles that came afterwards. But they made it work: once she got rid of the ribbons still binding his wrists to his bedposts ("Ekam eht snobbir reappasid"), Dick curled around her, being the big spoon instead of the little spoon like society would probably want him to be, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
"That was some 'thank you,'" he murmured quietly.
She reached up a little so that she could rub their noses together. "Did you like it?"
"Hell, yeah," he said, making her giggle. He wrapped an arm around her, his eyelids slipping shut, even how he knew that she wouldn't be able to stay the night – or probably much longer after her knot went down. He could only imagine how Bruce and Tony would react if they found her here later this morning – they'd probably both blow a gasket. But, sue him: he was tired, and had been sleeping before she'd come to wake him up in the middle of the night, after all. "Happy Halloween, Zatanna."
"Actually, it's not Halloween anymore," she reminded him. "It's All Saints' Day now."
"Mmph," was his initial response to this, before he added, "Happy All Saints' Day, then."
"Happy All Saints' Day, Dick."
In a couple more months, she was going to go back to San Francisco, which meant their relationship would be over. That would be that. They'd go off on their respective life paths, different...but also maybe kind of similar at the same time.
But for now, however, he was more than content to soak up all the remaining time with her that he could get.
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