Meaning: Worry, care


When he woke up in the medbay he felt like a train had run him over, or at least what he assumed that would feel like.

He quietly groaned to himself, his eyes adjusting to the bright lights of what he took to be the Premiere Building. The last thing he remembered was breaking into Goode's place with Jeff, and then…

He made an attempt to sit up, but in an instant the familiar butler was gently pressing him back down to the bed. "Easy, Master Dick. Your body needs rest."

"How long was I-"

"I don't know. Several hours at the very least."

"Wh-what about-"

"Mister Pierce is fine, sir. We suspect his metagene protected him from that wretched woman's X-Pit." Dick laid back down and sighed tiredly. His eyes scanned the room, almost entirely empty, and much to his surprise, he spotted a familiar face resting on the couch across from his bed.

"How long has she been here?" Alfred quickly glanced at the woman in question and sighed.

"Almost as long as you, I'm afraid. She really was quite worried."

"She looks exhausted. Could you take her to one of the guest rooms?"

"My apologies, Master Dick, but the miss was adamant she remain by your bedside." A gentle smile stretched across his face.

"Okay. Could you make her a snack for when she wakes up?"

"Of course sir. Now please, you must get some rest."

"Relax. We both know I've been through worse." As the door shut behind the old man Dick very vaguely made out a snarky comment about fathers and sons, and he couldn't help but chuckle before clenching his side and very carefully sitting up in his bed.

His eyes traced over her slender figure more than once, and he bit his bottom lip as he realized how right he was. Zatanna looked absolutely beat.

He remembered she had a big performance tomorrow night she wanted to prepare for. She probably had to Zeta halfway across the country when she got the call, no doubt from Bruce or Artemis. He'd need to find some way to thank her for it.

Her hair was in every which way and her eyes, despite being closed in a rather comfortable-looking slumber, had massive bags sagging beneath them. A blanket was covering her legs up to her lap and her head was resting on the arm of the couch. Were he in any better form he'd probably walk over to lay next to her, but he knew his body wouldn't let him.

So instead he just silently admired her sleeping form with a smile on his face and thought about how she looks really pretty with her hair all messy like that.