#fishnet queens

“We said we’d never mention that,” she pouted, crossing her arms before leaning back into the couch with an exasperated huff. She tried not to wince as she felt the press against a deep bruise on her back. She turned her face away from the singer as she mumbled under her breath, “But… admittedly, it was a terrible idea.”

“Terrible doesn’t even begin to cover it, o’ mistress of mistakes-”

“You better watch yourself before I turn you into an actual canary.”

Dinah only found herself sighing in response, choosing instead to finish tossing or refrigerating their leftovers. It was a minute before she spoke again. By then Zatanna had finished most of her drink, swirling the ice in what remained of her Long Island tea. She took another sip as Dinah took the seat beside her, her eyes still avoiding Dinah’s.

“You know… anyone in the league would be more than happy to help you brush up your skills-”

“I’m perfectly content being an above average green belt, thanks.”

“Could you, for once, stop being an obstinate ass and just accept the damn help? That one goon almost nailed you in the head tonight-”

“But I ducked!”

“Why didn’t you speak-”

“They were all too close!”

“If I hadn’t been there-”

“But you were.”

Their eyes finally met, hard expressions softening for one another.

The Canary finally laughed, a soft sound as she wrapped her arms carefully around Zatanna. They stretched out along the couch then, the singer holding the magician close, hearts falling into slow rhythm as Zatanna began tracing mindless, lazy patterns along her arm. 

“I worry, Zee, you know how I am... Just… promise me you’ll schedule more sparring time at the Watchtower? Or sign up for a refresher course? Just… something?”

“Dinah, with my schedule-”

“I’m asking for the bare minimum here, babe. Just to put me at ease. Or else...”

She began leaving a trail of soft kisses along Zatanna’s neck that had the magician laughing.

“Stop! Alright! I promise!”

“Mmm, your bond’s only as good as your word…” She left another kiss in the hollow of Zatanna’s neck, this time earning a light swat on her arm.

“Fine. I esimorp. Happy? Now I’m bound to it,” she pouted.

Dinah held her tighter.