Meaning: friendship, prosperity, good fortune
When there was a knock on the door, she recognized the pattern. It was a thing they started back when she stayed at the Cave. She was in no way surprised to see Dick on her doorstep with a bottle of wine, a bouquet of alstroemerias, and the movie 'Roxanne' in his other hand.
"Cache-Dary. Real expensive. And a bouquet of flowers. What did you do this time?" Zatanna leaned against the doorstep, a hand on her hip and sporting a teasing smile.
"Why would you think little old me would be in trouble?" He even brought out his dazzling paparazzi smile for dramatic effect. A smile that has absolutely no effect on her.
"Because you're you." Zatanna deadpanned.
"Ouch. That's rough, Zee. And here I thought we were friends. I even went through the pain-staking trouble of buying this expensive wine and your favorite movie and buying you this beautiful bouquet."
"Fine. You can come in. But if Bruce, Babs, or the police come knocking at my door I'm pretending I don't know you." She leaned off the door and walked back into her apartment, leaving the door open for him to walk through.
"Yes ma'am." He shut the door closed behind him.
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Chalant Floriography
FanfictionThe flowers that has followed Chalant after the five year timeskip. Nightwing and Zatanna as best friends and as best couple. A sort of sequel to Chalant Kisses
