#n53

EYELINER N53 by cosimetic

EYEBROWS N53 by MagicHand

11. “Wow, you look….amazing.”

The stench of monster blood is filling Zatanna’s nose and head and everything, and her fingers are buzzing from using too much magic, and her tongue hurts from speaking backwards. Her hair is plastered to her face and back from sweat and the blood that splatted her and she considers tying it back but her arms are too tired.

“Bleh,” she says, doubling over. Maybe killing monsters will get easier with time, but Zatanna’s only been on the streets for a few years and she hasn’t killed many monsters of this scale at all. She wants to vomit but she’s too tired.

“How do I look?” John asks from behind her. Zatanna doesn’t want to turn around just to look at her friend equally covered in monster blood.

“Fine, I’m sure,” she says, and he says, “No, you have to actually look.”

She huffs and turns. He is, as she suspected, covered entirely in monster blood, but he’s also wearing a battered up trench coat over his other clothes. The coat isn’t in much better shape than the rest of him, and it’s like four sizes too big. Zatanna isn’t sure where he got that coat–the garbage, perhaps? He’s standing right next to a dumpster, after all.

“Well?” he asks, and he’s clearly talking about the coat. He’s grinning big and wide like an idiot, and she isn’t sure how he has any energy.

“You look….amazing,” she says sarcastically, and he bows.

“Thank you, luv,” he says.

“You know it’s too big for you?” she asks, and he says, “I’ll grow into it.”

“There’s no way you’re going to keep that coat for however long it takes you to grow into it,” Zatanna says, and John says, “We shall see,” in a tone of voice that implies that he’s going to do it just to spite her.

zatanna and john: [hug or kiss]

steph and courtney: [hug or kiss]

T E E N  T I T A N S

maxine hunkel as red tornado

harper row as catgirl

conner lane as superboy

duke thomas as batboy

claire clover as night

tim drake as gatherer

cassie sandsmark as wonder girl

avery ho as kid flash

clark and martha is warmth and apple pies. it’s love and comfort and wide skies and endless horizons. it’s baking and cleaning and setting the table and checkered sheets and clean laundry. it’s breezes and warm hugs and feeling support from every angle.

clark and johnathan is tools in his hands and splinters in his fingers. its hard work and the warm sun and cool breezes and hiking. it’s pride and warmth and love from all sides. its happiness and fields and big farms and open air.

clark and carol is big cities and stretching hands. its high rises and scribbling words. it’s his daughter curling up in his lap and it’s tugging on sleeves and gushing about her hero. it’s about posters plastered all over her room and rainbow lights and converse shoes. 

clark and mia is hands held tight. it’s flying and running and kites. it’s park cities and sidewalk chalk. it’s fireflies and mismatched socks and blue and pink and white painted everywhere. it’s buying too many bows to make up for a blue-colored childhood and its genuine concern and care and love. 

clark and kathy is emotional and adjusting. it’s exchanging cultures and hesitant touches. it’s blushing green and crying quiet tears. it’s sleepovers and giggling and bundling up under warm blankets. it’s wide eyes and wide fields, and crowded apartments and open air. 

clark and lana is high school sweethearts. it’s old letterman jackets and saving new articles, every single one. it’s long hair and fond smiles, and visiting lana at her restaurant so she can roll her eyes as she waits the table. it’s anniversary dinners and going dancing even after all these years. it’s coming home when they go to smallville, when they go to metropolis, whenever clark sees lana smile.