Meaning: Beauty, surprise


"She's got your mom's eyes."

It came as a shock to both of them when they first caught a glimpse of brilliant green in between hysterical sobs; they were both expecting her to mirror their own blues. But somehow, it was better this way.

"Are you okay?" he asked. The past few hours hadn't been the kindest to her.

Zatanna hummed weakly, not daring to tear her eyes away from the baby for even a second. "I think I will be."

He ruffled her hair gently and smiled, a million silent thoughts running through his head. There was already so much to do. He'd have to wait for her dad's shift under the helmet to end, the spare room in their apartment needed refurbishing, they'd need to get the paperwork filled out after deciding on a-

Her eyes snapped up to his abruptly, as if she could hear his thoughts. Her voice was silent, still afraid to wake the baby, but no less compelled.

"Mary."

Dick looked surprised. Names had been brought up before, but they never managed to settle on anything before.

"You sure?"

Zatanna grinned as she gently rubbed the baby girl's rubbery cheek. "She's got your mom's eyes," she repeated with welling eyes, and that was enough for him to return a soft, heartfelt smile.

He leaned down to gently kiss her before declaring to grab a glass of water, leaving her alone to admire the sleeping dove nestled comfortably in her arms.

Mary Sindella Grayson. Her daughter. Their daughter.

Of all the magic tricks she'd pulled off in her life, this one was by far the most breathtaking.