Dick Grayson has too many siblings (onatightrope) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-01-22 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | dick grayson (nightwing), zatanna zatara |
Who:Dick and Zatanna
What:A date, some crime fighting and innuendo. A lot of innuendo?
When:Recently?
Where:The city~
Warnings:Dick is a giant nerd.
Ratings:PG? F for flirtatious as all hell?
STATUS:Complete!
She’d found a good Middle Eastern market, but then - having another hankering for delicious Persian food - selected the small, family-owned restaurant in Irvine for tonight’s dinner with Dick Grayson, former fellow circus kid. The food was amazing, she swore up and down on it and wasn’t proved wrong. After she had the eggplant cooked in tomato, yellow peas, and onion sauce, and a side of basmati rice followed by the traditional Iranian sweet cake split between them, Zatanna was about ready to go into a food coma.
It had also been Happy Hour for the hummus. Who could resist that? Not her. No one could.
Also amazing that she hadn’t split a seam on her dress yet after that glorious meal but the red cap-sleeved silhouette, adorned with ivory lace patterns on the sides, still let her move in a slink the way it was fitted to her - rather than having to be rolled out of the restaurant. She emerged into the night in a cloud of perfume and spice, nutmeg and cardamom, and took Dick’s arm.
“Coffee, maybe? Unless it’s getting to be past your bedtime?” He’d likely been burning the midnight oil with his job, since the OC turned into a small-scale zombie apocalypse without the actual zombies. But she had more fun swapping circus stories than she thought she would - there was a lot to catch up on.
Dick had managed to clean up rather nice himself in spite of his ridiculous work schedule. Though he wouldn’t tell her, he actually had to go buy a brand new outfit. He’d left most of his nice ones inside a duffle bag and they were all incurably wrinkly. If his mother had seen the way they looked he’d have been confined to ironing out every bit of clothing in the entire caravan as punishment. She was harsh that way at times, but Dick still missed her. He’d lost touch with nearly everyone from his circus days after that incident and nearly being given up to the state. Those things however, were not dinner conversation. He’d kept it light and full of ridiculous things he remembered, and oh the pranks. The circus was a great place for that. Not to mention everyone had nearly taken him under their figurative wings-and one literal birdman wing to teach him things his mother would disapprove of entirely.
When she took his arm he grinned. “It’s getting close, but I’m giving myself a few hours for good behavior.” He mused as he walked along side her. He was armed and not worried about things around him. His focus was Zatanna, which was pretty damn incredible for him. He could be fairly one minded at times when he got as tired as he was from the past week of crime fighting.
“Coffee sounds perfect.” His attention however was torn, when he heard a scream behind them. Way to ruin the mood Orange County. His body went as rigid as hers had for a moment when they first reunited under odd circumstance. “Wait here.” He couldn’t ignore it, but he didn’t want to drag her into anything messy.
The rosy, red-painted grin fell off Zee’s face as soon as she heard the scream too, and it just figures something like that would happen during a very pleasant catch-up dinner. But she also didn’t want to just wait here - stubbornness would lead her to believe that she could assist too, and not simply be a helpless damsel. “No...hold on...”
She was already hurrying after Dick, in her high-heeled shoes. Stilettos were no new thing for her to walk on; Zee expertly navigated the world in those fuckers on a daily basis, and her red velvet ones were good for crimefighting - probably because she could throw them like ninja stars if need be.
“You’re armed and I have pepper spray! We’ve got this!”
She knew he was armed? She was checking him out. He really shouldn’t be so smug about it, but he couldn’t help but grin. Dick ought to be worried she was running after him, and yet he didn’t stop her. It would have been futile to even try with a Zatara sister. From what he remembered they were ridiculously stubborn. He also knew she did have some skills from their circus days. Maybe things would be fine.
He rushed in the direction of the scream and stopped when he found it’s source. A woman standing scared in the middle of the sidewalk. “..Man these guys are getting braver by the day.” He said out loud as he went to try to comfort the woman, she explained there was a small group of men who’d stolen her purse at gun point. Dick looked over at Zatanna with a sound of disapproval.
“They couldn’t have gotten far..” And indeed they hadn’t, they were watching all around them. At least four sets of eyes from the shadows of the streets on the pair of them. Dick nudged the victim behind him as he felt them watching instinctively.
Um, yeah, she was checking out him and the gun in his pants. There was really no reason not to (because the view wasn’t exactly unpleasant) and besides, Dick Grayson was a cop who cleaned up the streets. Surely he had to be armed, only the petty criminals didn’t know that most likely. Probably just thought that he was some regular schmo and Zee was his arm candy.
“It’s gonna be fine,” she told the frightened woman, while assessing their surroundings - being watched by a small group of scum was definitely an invasive feeling, and they were probably waiting for the right moment to strike. But Zee was impatient and she was in the mood to claw someone’s face off, thus why she marched onward to see if she could lure them out and -
There. Unable to resist the siren’s song of another shiny handbag (or just nervous about the two civilians calling the cops), one thief zipped out from behind a dumpster and made his first mistake by attempting to get all up in Zee’s business. Boom, he went down after a swift knee to the nuts and manicured fingernails in his eye sockets. “Asshole!” she hissed at him, around another kick - actually, she just took off her murderous shoe and whacked him with it. Pretty sure that would either draw his friends out too, or they’d take off running. Hopefully the one with the gun didn’t shoot her before Dick took out his kneecaps or something (because wasn’t that where you went if you didn’t want someone to run, the kneecaps??) but she was too hyped up on adrenaline to really give it much thought.
Sexy and skilled. He might just have been smitten watching her take down that first goon. That really was all he wanted in a woman. He didn’t care much for the basic damsel in distress type. Zee was anything but, and he was entertained watching her. Of course he tried to protect her, but he really didn’t think she needed his help.
“That had to hurt.” He winced for the guy on the ground and grinned only brighter. However that grin faded after a moment when he spotted movement out of the corner of his eyes. “Down!” The guy with the gun made his presence known, and Dick didn’t hesitate. He was no chump himself with a piece.
The armed one was on the ground beside his friend. His eyes darted toward Zee. “You all right?” He needed an answer before they continued, he kept an arm out in front of the woman with them. They would have to go through him to get through either of the women in his guard.
“Two more…” Dick muttered and took a shot in the dark at a moving shadow, not going to risk another altercation. Not too shabby at all, the second man fell like a sack of potatoes and his eyes searched for the last. He was sure he wasn’t dead either, he’d aimed low again. Dick was no murderer.
She’d ducked, covering her head when the gunshots went off and it really wasn’t that new, as growing up the way she had meant that Zee had seen some shit in her day. The sound was like fireworks, popping and crackling, the smell of gunpowder - it was actually a little familiar, in a sense. “Nice shot,” she complimented, and it all seemed to happened in a blur from then on.
The last guy, in the midst of the scuffle, put his hands where he shouldn’t and that’s when the pepper spray came out. Right in the face. His scream of agony could probably be heard for miles and miles; from then on, it was easy to knock him down - a small breeze could have done it at that point, and he was writhing on the ground blinded.
“That toolshed tore my dress,” Zatanna huffed, going for an adjustment of womanly assets now that she had two hands free. The lace on the side was ripped off, hanging there limply, though at least her chest puppies weren’t falling out. “But hey, good job, Grayson. Are we supposed to call the other police, or do you have handcuffs on you?” Mind out of the gutter, Zee.
He grinned at that. He had to admit it was nice having the backup. He was new on this particular force, nobody wanted to befriend the new guy. Even his own partner was a little standoffish. Zee was fun and warm to be with. It was new territory for him all things considered. To say he craved the attention was putting it lightly, he just knew how not to be weird about it most of the time. Generally he’d rather be the comedian.
“You too.” He watched the guy go down via pepperspray and winced again for him. Zee was a force to be reckoned with herself. Watching her was nearly like watching poetry itself, and Dick found himself all wrapped up in internal musings again as she snapped him out of his daze.
“I was saving them for later..” He grumped as he pulled a pair of silver cuffs out of his back pocket and nodded. “Yep, now’s the time the clean up crew arrives.” He looked over at her with an amused glance. “Do I know how to show a girl a good time or what?” He began dragging bodies toward one near by lamp post to handcuff them together.
For later, huh? “That’s presumptuous of you,” Zatanna smirked, but she was clearly teasing as she attempted to help drag the other unconscious guy toward the lamp post as well. Though he was heavy and she didn’t get very far with it before she just let the lump fall back onto the ground. Oomph! Work done, no more. She was already missing a shoe and it was mostly a certainty that her dress was ruined.
Still, it had been fun. She couldn’t say she’d had a terrible time - far from it, in fact. Maybe she should look into tagging along more often, when Dick cleaned up the streets.
“You do, I actually had a lovely time. Come kiss me goodnight before the cops show up. I want to get it in.”
He laughed at that. “Did I say that out loud?” Seemed both of their brains were very much in the gutter. A slight sulk crept into the corners of his lips at the criminal who had stolen his handcuff adventure for the evening. “Unlucky night for you bub, but me on the other hand..I think lady luck must just be in my corner.” He gave Zee a flashy grin as he took out a secondary pair of handcuffs and made all those attackers hold hands. “Now isn’t that a kodak moment that just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?” He held his fingers up like a picture frame at the beaten and one bleeding/complaining baddie.
“Aww well maybe you’ll remember the pain next time you decide to mug someone.” He commented, the guy had no other comments except a groan at the corny lines from the officer.
“Does this mean I get a second date?” He smirked at her as he however did oblige and closed the distance between them, wondering briefly if she had the same adrenaline junky problems he did. He swept her into a heated kiss, one he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t forget.