Meaning: Restoration, calm
The warm water pouring down on Dick's tired shoulders did wonders to numb the soreness from his patrol. It had only been two meager weeks since his move to Gotham and already the city was doing wonders to slowly and painfully wear the new Batman down to his breaking point.
Batman. He hated referring to himself as that. For years the Dark Knight was a shadow he fought his hardest to escape, a legacy he didn't want to become his own. He had nothing but respect for Bruce - hell, he'd loved Bruce since he was 8 years old - but to wear his cowl, even out of necessity, felt like it went against everything he was. Everything he wanted to be.
But Bruce was hurt, pretty badly at that, so if it meant preserving his father's legacy until he could return to reclaim the mantle, then Dick had no choice but to endure.
"Drowning your worries?" The former Boy Wonder felt his heart jump. In his deep self-reflection he hadn't even noticed the magician slide her way into the Manor's bathroom - probably with magic since he knew he locked that door - and enter his steamy shower stall. But then he turned around and took in her perfect figure, eyes dropping from her face more than once, and all of a sudden she was the only thing he could notice.
Dick smiled. "Something like that." Zatanna grinned as her eyes slid down to his wet, scarred torso and all the delightful contents underneath before returning to his blue irises, now clearly hooded with intention. Intention that she was all too eager to share.
His arms slid around her waist, gently cupping her rear as he pulled her in for a deep kiss while the warm water from the shower poured down on them both. "How was patrol?" Zatanna realized she didn't really need to ask, quickly taking note of a faint purple blotch on his right side and another on his left peck.
Dick shrugged. "Uneventful. Had a nice run-in with Bane, though." He absentmindedly began playing with her various assets while she ran a lithe hand over the larger bruise on his side.
"Looks like he gave you a workout."
"I gave him a bigger one." Zatanna smiled softly as his hands gently squeezed her bust.
"Well I hope you're not too tired, because I've had a hell of a day and I could really use some of your more useful skills right now." Dick returned her comment with a knowing smirk as she prepared her soaking body for his entry.
"Show gone south?"
"Hardly. Just sick of Jeff's dumb mission assignments. He always puts me on the boring stuff." Zatanna reached down to grab his namesake, lining it up with her opening before whispering into his ear seductively. "My Bat Signal's lighting up."
Dick groaned in disgust as she chuckled. "Don't ever say that again." He bit back another groan, this one of pleasure, when she shoved him into position, gently lifting one of her legs up to his hip as her back rested comfortably against the shower wall. She grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him into a passionate kiss while he used his free hand to grope her closest breast and began thrusting into her, the water from the shower pouring over them as they began that dance that neither wanted to ever stop.
So maybe being Batman wasn't all bad, Dick thought. He could keep up the pain as long as he needed to, because moments like these were what made it all worthwhile.
