Meaning: Restoration, heat


They're friends. Best friends.

She moved away for college three months ago. They haven't spoken much, just a couple short calls. But she's convinced it's better this way. Long distance relationships never work out, and she'd rather keep it simple and fun than exciting and dangerous.

Zatanna's doing homework when she hears a knock on her window. With a simple enchantment the partition slides open to let him in. "What're you doing here?"

"Was in the neighborhood." She snorts.

"Right. You just happened to be in my part of New York City at 8 in the evening. Don't you have a big team mission in a couple days?"

"In a couple days." His groans catch her attention, and when she finally turns around she immediately notices three large scratch marks stretching across his torso.

"Holy-" In an instant she's by his side, helping him as he collapses onto her floor.

"Relax, it's way better than it looks."

"Yeah, sure. Just try not to die in my dorm please." He doesn't get the chance to come up with a snarky retort before the clicking of high heels can be heard approaching the door. He hides under her bed when her roommate walks in to grab the keys.

"Hey, Zee. I'm going downtown for a couple hours, need anything?"

"No, it's fine Cece. Just call me when you're on your way back." She and Dick share a relieved sigh when the door shuts. She drops down to the floor in front of him and grabs a towel from her drawer. "Shirt. Off." He obliges with a dirty grin.

"All you had to do was ask." Zatanna blushes.

"Shut up." She mutters something under her breath to make the towel grow damp and cold, and he hisses when she rather forcefully presses it to one of the larger cuts on his chest. "Who were you fighting, Wolverine?"

"Some new guy. I-I don't know. I'll deal with him tomorrow." A subtle smile curves her lips upwards while she slyly traces a finger down his bare chest, relishing in the delightful shudder his body responds with.

"So you just happened to be in Manhattan fighting Freddy Krueger three days before a big team mission, and instead of going back to the hospital you decided to come here." He smirks.

"Maybe I just like it when you patch me up."

"Something tells me you want to do a little patching up of your own."

"Maybe I do. Do you?" The space between their lips grows ever so slightly closer with every whispered word, and pretty soon he can't see much past the blue of her eyes.

"Maybe I do."

She kisses him, and in less than a second she finds herself on her back, fingers grasping at the exposed warmth of his skin while his hands start to grope her various assets. She knows this isn't how friends behave, but she doesn't care. All she can do is smile when he picks her up to drop her roughly onto her bed.

Dangerous can be fun, too.