Chalant Candlelight

Chapter 56

(Zatanna's POV)

"I got a gift for you," I say with excitement, leading him by the hand to my bed to sit next to me,

"You know it's *your* birthday, right?" He followed me over, sulking because his bottom lip was starting to swell. I bit him harder than I thought I did,

"I know, I know," I sighed, getting up and looking around erratically for where I stuck the gift, before coming back over to the bed to stand in front of Robin with a little velvet box. He looks at the flat square box the size of a mini iPad or a large phone. I open the velvet box to a gold chain necklace (imagine what you want). He stared down in awe at the necklace. I took it from its case and secured it around his neck, "Okay, now take off your shirt," I said, impatiently grabbing the hem of his turtleneck,

"Hold up- wait?" He jumped in surprise, holding down his shirt from me and scooting away a little, "What?" He questioned, looking at me like I was a crazy person,

"Just see," I pulled his hands away, then lifted his shirt over his washboard abs, completely tattoo-free. He gasped, looking at his unmarked skin. The only thing remaining was the deep scars. He stood up and quickly removed his whole shirt gazing down at his tattoo-less body before finding his way to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room to inspect his skin more, not a single tattoo remained,

"How?" He dropped his jaw, looking at me through the mirror before running his hand along the chain,

"Glamour spell, I've been working on it for quite some time but I finally got it perfect...well almost perfect," I say as I stare at all the deep scars that I hadn't noticed because of his tattoos. You could tell his body had been through it all from his years of vigilante work in the most dangerous city in the world. I looked sadly at him for a moment before dispelling it, "I figure you could wear the glamor charm while you are at the cave being Robin so you can wear short sleeves and shorts in the summer without the team knowing you're tattooed. Then, when you're Dick Grayson, you can leave it off." I explained to him. He rushed to me, embracing me, strongly picking my feet off the floor as he spun me around in the hug. I blushed, feeling his soft honey-colored skin against my clothes,

"Thank you so much!" He whispered his thanks into my shoulder before putting me down and throwing on just his zip-up hoodie. I sit down on my bed, and he joins me, resting his hand on my thigh as we sit comfortably in silence. 

"Can I ask why you got all the tattoos?" I asked curiously,

"Since I was a child my parents had been adamant about me getting these all done," he gestured to the non-visible tattoos on his arm, "they took so much pride in our family tattoos and they were just waiting until I was old enough to tattoo. But they never reached that age with me. So I got them anyway because they would have wanted me to," he told his story openly, and it made my heart hurt a little. His parents wanted to share their tattoos just as my father wanted to teach me wand magic. But both Robin and I lost our parents before they could see the day. We sigh, trying not to think about those we've lost, sadly. Instead, put on small smiles and enjoy our memories of those who've left us behind.

"I prefer you with tattoos," I teased him, looking down at his neck where there was a long scar drawn straight across his throat, "You're not as handsome anymore,"

"Can I cash in on those birthday spanks?" He joked back, completely done with me and my comments. I gasped and stood up to run away giggling, he followed, chasing me to the door before I could run further. His arm wrapped around my waist before turning me around. In the blink of an eye, he picked me up from behind the knees and flung me over his shoulder. I gasped, feeling him smack me, not in pain, but mostly surprised that he actually did it,

"One," He laughed. I thought he was gonna stop, but he did it again, "two," He said with a cheeky tone, "Three" I placed my hands on his lower back to prop myself up after realizing he wasn't stopping, "four" his innocent smacks made my embarrassed and shy face turn crimson, he sped up to be funny, "five, six, seven, eight, nine..." He keeps counting up, but as it goes faster, suddenly it starts to hurt because of the friction and the speed. Without control, I gasped and cried out, making him pause. He sat me down quickly on my bed, assuming a seat next to me, his hands immediately cupping my face, searching my eyes to see if I was okay,

"Did I hurt you?" He questioned with worry for me in his expression. it had not been his intention for it to hurt since we were both just joking around. My blushing was still evident across my cheeks. We huffed from the strenuousness of our playful intimacy, and our eye contact had layers of tension. I think because we were both surprised at what we just did. but I became bold because of it. Before thinking, I threw myself into Robin, my lips attacking his as I hungrily devoured his face with sloppy kisses. He pulled me into his lap to straddle his hips, his hands gripping my butt causing me to hiss in pain for a second, which made him let out a small chuckle,

"Just you wait until your birthday," I seethed, between kisses,

"Oh, is that a threat?" He looked at me with a cheeky smile before I laced my hand through his hair, jerking it back, causing him to groan in pain,

"It's a promise," I say before planting my lips on his now accessible jawline,

"Mhhm, can't wait," he moaned lowly.

I loved this, teasing each other and being playful. It made all our anxieties melt away, and it made me want him more and more.

Our makeout session went long until my hand wandered to the waistband of his pants. Immediately, he tensed fully, and I put some space between me and his swollen lips,

"I should get back to the Batcave, I don't want to be late for patrol," he said while clearing his throat, gently removing me from his lap,

 "Don't forget to take off your glamor charm when you're running around as Dick Grayson too," I reminded him, 

"See you tomorrow," he nodded and waved at me before quickly leaving,

(Robin's POV)

"Holy shi-." I left her room, almost unable to breathe as I zeta'd to the Batcave where I could have privacy. I held my hand to my chest trying to regain my composure, I can't believe I did that, My knees buckled a little becuase of how hot she was for kissing me right after I was teasing her. I remember that look of lust that took over her gaze right before she attacked my lips for the second time. I blushed madly, just thinking about it. Not to mention, the way she wore the hairclip so beautifully as if it was made just for her, just for the woman I loved.

I remember taking off the glamour spell since I'm being Dick Grayson again, and nowadays I wore my tattoos out in the open, and Bruce had stopped making me hide them. I put the necklace in a safe place in my room before falling asleep for a couple of minutes, then returned to the Batcave to get ready for patrol,

"You're back. How was the team party?" Bruce asked, passing me in his bat suit,

"It was good, very good," I smiled at him as his eyes suddenly got wide and he rushed to me grabbing my face,

"You didn't leave the house with this," He looked at me with wide eyes, his finger grazing across my swollen lip with the dried blood on it, "Did something happen?"

"No, what - nothing happened," I laughed it off, 

"So you and Zatanna are getting pretty serious?" He chuckled, letting go of my face,

"No-" I said, trying to lie, but ultimately when I looked in his face, I couldn't. "A little?"

"Wow, you're growing up so fast,"

"Bruce -" I was about to remind him that I've been grown up for many years now,

"Shhh," he cooed, trying to revel in my first slow and *somewhat* steady relationship that hadn't already crashed and burned,

"Okay, enough of that, let's go," I said as Batgirl slid through the waterfall in her Batgirl bike,

"Hurry up, boys, I want to punch some bad guy face," She said as she drifted in.