Be Cohabitants

6:30 A.M.

The sun gently peeked up above the horizon. Barely any light found its way past the curtain into the bedroom of apartment 8A. In the corner, a tiny white fluffball sat blissfully in its little pillow bed. Meanwhile, two figures held each other closely in the main bed lazily draping the covers over each other. One figure laid on his back holding the tiny waist of his partner with his hand. Said partner rested her head contently on his bare chest with a hand over his heart and her leg wrapped around his waist. Quietly, she woke up first, placed a hand on his cheek, and pulled him close to kiss his jaw, then his cheek, then his temple. He received the message and rolled her on top of him to kiss her good morning.

"Hello there," he smiled.

"General Grayson," she teased back.

"Hehe it's still just officer for now."

"I know. But soon it'll be detective, won't it?"

"Haha I gotta get out of the 48th first. That takes time."

"Yea yea. Come here, let's start the day, hmm?" She huskily whispered as she pulled him into a hungry kiss and aggressively ground her waist into his.

On his little pillow bed, Pocus stretched and yawned. He blinked a few times before noticing the bed start to shake and creak. Rolling his eyes, he hopped out of the bedroom leaving Dick and Zee to their morning activities.

7:45 A.M.

After their morning ritual on the bed (and again in the shower), Zee sat down at their breakfast nook while Dick finished cooking a pair of French omelets with bacon and mushrooms.

"Mmmm, Dick as much as I love your cooking, you need to let me cook every once in a while. You don't have to spoil me so much!"

"Hey now, don't you remember the deal? Whoever wakes up second has to cook breakfast!"

"I am a hundred percent sure you wake up way earlier than I do. You just fake it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about hehe," he smirked placing the plates down.

She kissed him as she got up to get mugs out of the cabinet. With perfect timing, the coffee maker beeped prompting Zatanna to pour the fresh pot into blue and purple mugs. She opened the fridge and took out some cream gently pouring it into the blue mug. Satisfied with the amount, she sipped coffee a little before handing it to her boyfriend of now six years.

"So, how was last night?" she asked sitting down with him to dig into breakfast.

"Hot and steamy as always with you," he winked.

"Gah! I'm talking about the drug bust you horndog!" she smacked his shoulder.

"OW! Haha. It went off without a hitch. Nightwing caught them with tons of evidence. Officer Grayson really appreciates the tip, Ms. Beckett."

"Hehe you've got to find a better way to tip off your pickups. I'm running out of aliases here."

"Yea. It'd be so much easier if I could just transfer to the Nine-Nine and have all those detectives arrest these goons. I'm close though. My plan is working."

"Uh huh. Remind me, what's this brilliant plan of yours again?"

"I'm gonna force Wuntch to transfer me over there."

"Riiight, how exactly?"

"Patience, young Padawan. I'm so close to pissing her off and sending me away."

"Mmmhmm. I'm gonna need a name generator then. I'm down to my last one," she said as she put her clean plate into the sink.

"Oh, which one?"

"Mrs. Dinardo," she sultrily smirked while sipping her coffee.

"...You tease."

"Guilty as charged. You gonna read me my rights, Officer?"

9:30 A.M.

"GRAYSON!"

"Yes, Captain?" Dick answered the roar stumbling into the office.

"What is this?" Wuntch asked waving a twelve-page stack of papers.

"Uhh my report on that drug smuggling operation at the local carnival?"

"I know what it is you imbecile, I'm asking you why it exists?"

"Ummm because I wrote it?"

"I just urggggg you infuriate me," she growled slamming the top of her desk.

"Why? Aren't we supposed to stop crime, Captain?" he asked cheekily with his eyebrow raised.

Wuntch squinted her eyes as she glared at Dick. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself down before breaking her facade.

"I'm more upset that you went out solo. You've been acting like a hot shot lately with all these arrests. You need to take Leland with you."

"Sorry Captain. A lot of these arrests are heat of the moment. Gotta get them quick before they escape, y'know?"

"Sigh whatever. Dismissed. But get Leland in here would ya."

Dick saluted as he left. Leland entered, and Wuntch closed the door and dropped the blinds giving the pair some privacy.

"Dammit Leland he's tearing the network apart! Day after goddamn day he's bringing in dealers and users and just argggg he's infuriating. Why can't you control him like I asked!?"

"He just goes off on his own! I don't know where he is half the time. All I know is, I blink and he's at another crime scene arresting our guys. Why can't we put him on the night shift working the desk and shit?"

"Because doofus, 90% of the operation works at night. Why the hell would we put him on duty at night? He already holds the record for most arrests in a single month!"

"Ok then we just kill him!"

"You really think I hadn't considered that? Problem is no one can tail him. It's like shifts over and the man vanishes like a ghost."

"Ok, kill him where he lives. His address is on file."

"Look we can't kill him! He's getting a medal of service tomorrow. He's too high profile. Killing him risks an investigation and blowing the whole operation. I can't deal with this. I'm just gonna transfer him. Send him to the 69th. Let Rojas deal with this."

Unbeknownst to Leland and Wuntch, a little black device the size of a penny remained securely attached to the bottom of the Captain's desk. Its blue light flickered as it recorded and sent all audio to a nearby receiver. Officer Grayson conveniently put on some earphones pretending to listen to some music. Of course, he was really listening to his ticket out of this sorry excuse for a precinct.

"Jackpot."

12:30 P.M.

"And a one, two, three," Zatanna tapped the large human-sized box with her wand.

The door opened revealing one of her assistants, Cathy.

"Alright yada yada yada wrong assistant," Zatanna blew through her lines as she closed the door.

"Let's try again. Bippity boppity boo and..."

She tapped again as the boxes fell apart opening to reveal a head, torso, and legs of her other assistant, Tina.

"Oh no, Tina fell apart yada yada," Zatanna again rehearsed as she stacked the boxes back together.

"Tup reh kcab rehtegot." (Put her back together).

With a wave of her wand, she tapped the stacked bosses as one by one they opened. Doing a handstand, her assistant, Tina, walked on her hands out of the box and then flipped.

"What do you think?" Tina asked.

"Hmmm, seems like we're a little slow on the switch with you and Cathy," Zatanna mused, "Let's break for lunch."

"Thanks, boss!" the girls said as they left.

In the distance, Zatanna heard a pair of hands clap.

"Honestly, girl, I do not know how you do it!"

"Thanks, Aly. Sometimes it's all in the flick of the wrist," Zatanna greeted her manager.

"Anyway, sorry to cut into your lunchtime, but I've got some new updates. So, the posters and little wands for kids are selling like hotcakes. I need you to approve of a new T-shirt design."

"Uh huh. Is this the one that makes my butt look big?"

"Oh no we've asked the designer to tone that down. It's the one with cards and I think sparkles around you."

"Ooo that's a good one!"

"Right. And are you gonna keep the usual look?"

"What's wrong with my stage look? Dick loves it."

"Honey, we both know Dick would love you with or without clothes. But I'm asking because..."

"Cause...? Well spit it out, Aly!"

Her manager beamed and actually bit her lip to hold in her excitement.

"Zatanna, YOU GOING TO BE ON DAVID ENDOCRINE!" Aly squealed.

"...ENDOCRINE! LATE NIGHT ENDOCRINE!?"

"YES! THEY'VE BOOKED YOU TO DO A SET!"

"Holy shit, Aly! This is amazing! Holy shit I'm going to be on TV! How the hell did you pull this off?"

"Well, remember how I was in that Jonas Brothers cover band with my saxophone? One of my old band mates is their talent booker and she hooked me up. Plus, David has seen clips here and there of your show."

"Wait really?"

"Yup. Edith has been doing wonders for you on social media. Girl you are going to be huge!"

7:00 P.M.

"Wait, Endocrine? LATE NIGHT ENDOCRINE?" Dick asked.

"YES! God Aly and Edith are miracle workers," Zatanna answered with glee.

"That's great, Zee! I'm so happy for you," he kissed her.

After Dick cooked breakfast, Zatanna insisted she cooked dinner to celebrate. He wanted to treat her with a dinner out, but she opted for a cozy night in with a movie. However, as she was boiling a pot of water the gas burner decided now would be a good time not to light.

"Uhhh Dick, the stove's dead."

"Hmm? That's odd. Bunny said these were new when we moved in."

"Yea well, Bunny says a lot of things. You know she still thinks we're married."

"Well don't you worry, Mrs. Grayson, I can fix this," he declared as he went to the closet pulling out a tool kit.

"Uhhh, Dick, I love you but are you sure you can fix this?"

"Babe, I'm an MIT engineer. I got this."

"Again. You spent a year and then dropped out. Dick it's fine. We'll call Bunny and ask for the maintenance guy."

"No no, Zee. I got this. I can fix the Batmobile and my Night-cycle easy. A faulty stove is no problem."

11:00 P.M.

Nails, hammers, screwdrivers, cabinet doors, and other doodads and thingamabobs were scattered all over the kitchen floor. A pair of legs stuck out from under the stove as Dick continued to tinker with the gas lines and faulty stove. Zatanna got bored two hours ago and went for a shower. Pocus hopped along wondering what his dad was up to. As he got close to Dick, he poked his leg with his paw causing Dick to flinch and hit his head on a pipe.

"OW!"

"Dick? Baby? Are you ok?," Zatanna ran in with a robe and a towel on her head.

"Ugh I'm fine. Pocus just startled me that's all."

She picked up the little bunny and cradled him in her arms.

"Now now little guy. Daddy's working hard right now. Whether he's making progress is another story, but you shouldn't bother him like that," she cooed while petting the little bunny's head.

"Hey! I think I've got it!"

"Dick please don't burn the place down. I really like our home."

"No no I got it! I'm sure!"

Dick got up from underneath and turned the knob to light the stove.

*CLICK CLICK CLICK*

The lighter was working but the stove wasn't lighting up. After a few seconds, a puff of gas lit on fire scaring Dick and forced him to jump backwards. Luckily it dissipated quickly leaving the apartment still in one piece. Dick checked if his face and hair were still intact. He leaned against the cabinet and sighed in disappointment.

"You know what I just realized?" he started.

"That I coulda fixed the whole thing with magic?" she answered with a hand on her hip smirking.

"That you coulda fixed the whole thing with magic..." he answered defeatedly.

She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.

"There's Popeyes chicken in the living room. Come on. Let's relax before patrol tonight."

"Sigh. Yes, dear..."

2:00 A.M.

*POW* *BLAM* *TWACK*

"I'm starting to see why you enjoy hand-to-hand combat," Zatanna commented as she punched another goon in the face.

"Heh it's pretty exhilarating," Nightwing answered as he flipped and kicked another one.

Nightwing and Zatanna (vigilante name pending) ran into a group of petty thugs trying to rob a small bank. There were only four of them, but they used some fancy gravity gun to pull apart the ATMs. Something Nightwing will have to investigate about later.

"Y'know, I didn't expect to fight the Justice League on our night out," she commented as she kicked a goon wearing a plastic Flash mask.

"Times are hard, I guess. Even Green Lantern needs a withdrawal apparently," Dick bantered as he elbowed fake GL.

"SUPERMAN!? How could you?!" Zatanna mocked as she levitated fake Superman and slammed him into the wall knocking him out.

"Alright alright I give!" cried the final goon wearing a Batman mask.

"Would you look at that. Batman cowering in fear," Zatanna laughed.

"Now I've seen everything..."

3:00 A.M.

After finishing patrol, Dick and Zee landed on their balcony and walked into their bedroom. Dick was about to just leave his armor pieces scattered across the floor, but she scolded him not wanting to trip over the darn things in the morning. Once he stored his suit neatly in the closet, they entered the shower together.

"So, you really won't trade me Odell Beckham Jr.?" he asked while scrubbing her back.

"Hell no! I don't care about your LSU fandom. I intend to win the hundred-dollar pot! I'll give you what's-his-face uhhh Brandon Marshall," she quipped back.

"Him? He's old and on the Jets for crying out loud!"

"Your fault for drafting Jarvis Landry and then forgetting about OBJ," she smirked turning around to kiss him.

A quick shower and some more...activities later, both sunk into the pillows and sheets of the bed. Pocus poked his head in to make sure the bed stopped moving. With the coast clear, he hopped towards his bed to finally settle into the night. Zatanna curled up onto Dick's sweaty chest as he rubbed her bare back.

"Mmmm I love this y'know," she cooed.

"Hmmm?"

"I love being with you. I love that every night we go to bed and fall asleep together. Then I get to wake up to your handsome face and kiss it to start my day. I love you."

"I love you, too Zee. I can't wait to start our day all over again because I'm with you."

"Hehehe maybe Bunny was right. Maybe we really are married," she said dreamily as she dozed off.

When her breathing softened and he was sure she was asleep, Dick picked up her hand and kissed it.

"Soon, Zee. I promise."