Chalant Kisses

First Kiss

The final chapter is up. Thank you to everyone who has supported and read this book. Chalant Florigraphy is in works and the first one or two chapters should hopefully be posted before the end of August.

"When I saw you first, it took every ounce of me not to kiss you. When I saw you laugh, it took every ounce of me not to love you. And when I saw your soul it took every ounce of me."

- Atticus

Zatara's daughter was beautiful. She had come through the Zeta-tubes in her school uniform with her hands folded in front of her. Before he knew it, he was rushing ahead of Miss Martian to introduce himself.

She was shy when she was first introduced to the Team, but she soon warmed up to them. Even asking them to kidnap her on their mission to find Red Tornado. She even did his word thing.

He was hooked.

He wasn't able to talk to her for long though because after they came back from finding the red robot, Zatara grabbed his daughter and dragged her out of the Cave.

It was a month before he saw her again. It was on patrol one night when him and Batman had split up. He was lurched on the edge of a building when he saw a glimpse of white duck around into an alley. He dropped down to investigate.

It was her. She was wearing her magician's outfit again with a wand in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" He found himself asking. She lived in New York after all.

"I came to see you."' And as her mouth moved to form those five little words, he found he wanted to kiss her so badly.

Momentarily forgetting patrol, he stood there and talked to her for what felt like hours before his communicator chimed: Batman's way of asking where he was.

"I'll see you later." He didn't see her again until after the events of the training session from hell. This time he came to her.

He knew her father would be at a League meeting. When she opened the door shock was present, but it immediately melted into concern. She ushered him into the house.

Just like the other night, they talked and she offered him a shoulder to cry on. When he rested his head on her shoulders, he caught himself staring at her lips. He thinks she noticed. Without any conscious thought, they started easing closer to each other. Their lips brushed when they heard someone coming up the front steps.

He's never been pushed through a window so fast in his life.

The next time they saw each other was the night of Halloween, when she had borrowed his bike and awkwardly tried to confess that it blew it up. He wanted to spend more time with her so he led her back to his room.

The door shut behind them and he turned around but just as he was about to say something the words got stuck in his throat. She was wearing a cherry rouge lip gloss that made him want to kiss her even more. With his obvious staring he was sure she noticed.

She tilted her head sideways in the cutest way ever and stepped towards him until they were one one block apart.

"Please just kiss me." She was pouting, making his ache even worse.

He obliged, holding the side of her face with one of his hands.

It was magical. Like fireworks, a volcanic eruption, and the refreshing cool of ice cream in the summer. It was sweet. It was perfect."

They pulled apart. He smirked. "I thought you said I could be as chalant as I want."

"Of course you can be. As long as I can be chalant with you."