Magic Woman I can't leave you alone

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Characters: Zatanna and bb!Dick not-so-little Dick | Zatanna & Jack | Zatanna & Korra | Zatanna & OPEN
Date: All during Mis-Spell
Location: All around the Turtle
Situation: See Prompts for Shenanigans
Warnings/Rating: H for Hormones. I mean, more than usual


((*note - three placeholders have been put up due to previously plotted scenarios.  If you would like one for your character to run into Zee as well, either PM or ping me over at hina_mun.  Otherwise, feel free to make your own starter below catching her during one of her occasional trips in between study sessions.  After all, girl's gotta eat~))

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

You say that like it's not. Then again, you wouldn't be the one wearing them.

[It's somewhat cheating when you get all the bias of the view with none of the pain that comes with it.]

[Eating is one thing that she can do quite well. As an Italian American, it was in her nature to never let a good plate of pasta go unappreciated. Tired as she was, she could have sleep-nibbled on the meal if that's what it took.]

[Besides...the sauce was basically perfect.]

This is delicious. I may refuse to eat it all just so I can have leftovers for later.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He almost retorts that he could before he remembers that Zatanna would hold him to it.]

Don't you dare. I have plenty left, trust me.

[backwordscompatible]

[She absolutely would.]

Alright, alright. I'm eating.

Are you sure you're not part Italian? You're worse than my old neighbors.

[hackingyoursensors]

Positive. But I don't have to be Italian to insist someone eats a whole meal.

[He knows your implications, but he's ignoring them.]

[backwordscompatible]

Then what do you have to be?

[Another bite. Look, she was actually listening. It just didn't seem right to obey without at least some quippy commentary in between.]

[hackingyoursensors]

A worried boyfriend.

[He says it lightly, but he is worried.]

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[...well, damn, it was kind of hard to argue with that.]

[Her playful grin melts into something a little more genuine, and for a moment, she idly forks at her meal. The dish was half gone by then, but while she was far from full, she needed a break to keep from getting sick. Considering how long it had been since her last mean.]

I know you are, Dick. And I'm sorry.

I just...this is one mistake I actually have a chance of being able to fix. I want to do it right.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He smiles gently, nudging her foot with his.]

I know you do. And I know you'll fix this. And this? This is what I can do. You know, make sure you sleep so you can actually concentrate on finding an answer.

[backwordscompatible]

Don't get me wrong. It's not that I haven't tried...

[You know, maybe once or twice.]

...it's just that I can't seem to. Every time I lay down, my mind keeps going and I keep thinking about spells and ingredients and how if I maybe tweak this one last thing, I might finally get it.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He smiles sympathetically. He's been there so many times.]

Well, tonight I'm going to make sure you sleep.

[backwordscompatible]

That doesn't sound ominous at all.

You didn't sneak sleeping potions into my dinner, did you?

[Jokingly, she holds up another forkful of pasta. Pretending to inspect it before shrugging at eating it anyway.]

[hackingyoursensors]

Potions are your thing, not mine, remember?

[backwordscompatible]

I remember.

But are you telling me, all this time together, and you haven't picked up a trick or two?

[hackingyoursensors]

Well...

[He picks up a napkin, carefully closes his fist around it and pushes the edges in until it's out of sight. Then he opens his hand and the napkin is gone.]

[backwordscompatible]

[The fork goes down so that she can give a light round of applause, folding her arms across the table and leaning forward.]

Impressive.

That's only half the trick, though. You have to make it reappear.

[hackingyoursensors]

[He shrugs.]

Maybe later. I've got to build up the suspense.

[backwordscompatible]

You're lucky I save my strongest levels of patience for magic tricks.

[Because otherwise, she would be looking for other ways to find that napkin.]

[The meal was resumed, but it was short-lived. A few last bites, and she was done.]

Alright, I'm tapping out. That was a lot more filling than I thought.

[hackingyoursensors]

You can keep the rest. For breakfast, maybe?

[He's a teenage boy, of course he eats spaghetti for breakfast.]

So, feeling up to sleep for a little while?

[backwordscompatible]

[She moves to start packing it up. There was a bit of storage space left in her kitchen downstairs.]

Would it make a difference if I said I wasn't?

[hackingyoursensors]

No, it just determines my strategy.

[backwordscompatible]

You have a strategy.

Oh, this, I have to hear.

[hackingyoursensors]

Oh, I'm not going to tell you. That's not good strategy.

You didn't answer my question, by the way.

[backwordscompatible]

Has anyone ever told you you're kind of evil?

[She stood up, stretching her arms over her head. Actually sitting down in a fairly restful mood had drained most of her adrenaline. Now, she felt like a lethargic lump.]

I'll give it a shot, but I make no promises.

[hackingyoursensors]

Only every other day.

[He grins, but there's a promise in his words.]

Good, because I'm not leaving until you've fallen asleep.

[backwordscompatible]

[She circles around to come meet his gaze. Raising one eyebrow and smirking.]

I know this might come as a shock to you, but not everybody can fall asleep easier knowing they have an audience.