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Characters: Zatanna Zatara & Jack Frost
Date: early October
Location: Starting off at the Welcome Center rooftop, then who knows?
Situation: Discussions of Letters and...Home

Warnings/Rating: Possible talk of vigilante life & minor violent situations.



All in all, Zatanna had a pretty good day.

The sun was out, and while the weather was starting to cool again, she hardly ever felt it. One of the pleasant side-effects of her charm (as in, the necklace kind) was that she could still wandering around in Autumn weather in little more than a sleeveless top and shorts. Capturing as many rays of sunlight as she could.

In fact, by the time she returned from her errands, she and the sun weren't quite finished with one another yet. The day's haul was placed in her room in the back, and from there, she opted to climb out the window and float up to the rooftop.  Assuming a place on the ledge over the front of the building, legs idling dangling over the edge.  It had been a while since she'd been up there. Rooftops tended to remind her of home. Specifically, the brooding part of home. Not that she was there to brood. Not really.

But she was there to think of home. Specifically, a certain letter that she'd received the previous month:

Hey, mini-me.  

If I know you--and really, why wouldn't I?--it's best to keep this letter short,
so I'll get right to the point:  always be sure to keep a pair of running shoes
on hand in the event Batman shows up in your dressing room with
a pig and a favor to ask.  

Trust me on this one.

Love, big me.

Familiar handwriting aside, Zatanna knew the letter had to have come from herself, if for no other reason than the added note at the very bottom:

P.S. -- I don't care what Dad tells us, do NOT trust a guy with a puppet.  Ever.

...if she hadn't been so busy shuddering at a certain childhood memory, she might have laughed.  Her one greatest, darkest secret.  So dark, she had forgotten about it entirely until this alleged older version of herself reminded her of it.

"But why running shoes?" She wondered to herself, placing the letter down in her lap and leaning back.  Eyes closing, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  Contemplating what all this could possibly mean.

 

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If you were ever a scout in a single day in your life, Jack Frost, then so was she.

"I kind of hope so. It's been a while since the last time we had one."

Her eyes shimmered with nostalgia. Thinking back. There was the Winter Masquerade a few years back. Not longer after she'd first arrived. It had been both exciting and confusing--back during the days when she'd yet to learn that "Robin" and "Dick" were the same boy, yet harboring growing feelings for them both.

And the Bacchanal. When she'd hosted that card game later in the night. Just a chill gathering among friends, completely drama free.

"I didn't realize you were so excited for Thanksgiving. All these years, I pegged you for a Christmas boy."

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It's totally not his fault that he came before the Boy Scouts, Zatanna! Even though they've been around for over a hundred years. (He thinks, time really does fly.)

"Thanksgiving's always been cool, except in Canada when it comes weirdly early. Besides, Christmas has always belonged to North, so.. you know, kind of easy to get overshadowed when you've got him around."

Despite the words, he's clearly not upset about it anymore. There was once a time when he'd felt resentful, but no longer.

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She noticed.

It was impossible not to notice. After so many years together and so many memories shared, they had reached a point where she could easily recognize how he would have reacted to a situation way back when, versus how he reacted now.

(Which...she honestly wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.)

"One thing you definitely aren't here is overshadowed. Not anymore."

Not for a while.

"But back to Halloween..." (Or even Mischief Night, which--now that she thought about it--sounded a lot more like him than even Christmas.) "Plans?"

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"Well, there's a handful of kedan kids I wouldn't mind taking out for trick or treating," he replied. "But after that, I'm free and clear. What about you?"

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"That depends on whether or not I get roped into going with you, I guess."

Then again, free candy.

...again, it was a noticeable change from the fourteen-year-old girl Jack had met years before. The one who flinched at the sight of children because she simply didn't know what to do with them.

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It was a very big change, and one that had Jack grinning with approval. "So if you go with us, I'm on my own for mischief later, is what you're saying? Talk about a choice between the frying pan and the fire."

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As if she would let him get into all that trouble without her.

"It's entirely possible. So I would choose wisely if I were you, Frosty."

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"Give me a few moments to think about it," he said cheekily. "In the meantime... what's in your letter?"

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For a second, she looked confused. Like she had actually forgotten she was holding a certain slip of paper in her hands that could have only been addressed to her from some older version of herself.

(Spoilers: she had)

She opened her mouth in attempt to explain, then shrugged before deciding he was better off reading it for himself. So she wordlessly passed it over.