MR. MAGIC MAN

     ❝ I can’t believe what I’m hearing… Zatann Zatara actually making                           a joke? Or are my ears just deceiving me right now? ❞

                ❝Oh, thanks. I just saved your ass,                  and you’re mad about owin’ a favor.❞

“I’m sure your fans would love seeing your butt hang out on instagram!”

                 ❝You owe me one, y’know.❞

“Not until you feel the horrors of a cheekies, Zee.”

“What I had on before this was okay! People love Batgirl, Zee! Love her!” She crinkles her nose. “But fine, you owe me after this, I hope you know.”

“An allure of mystery? That’s a new one.” She huffs, letting the tails go. She looks herself over again. At least he kept her bust under wraps. “I feel the air on them okay! And they’re cold. Anyways, what am I doing with you tonight out there?” 

     ❝ There’s no point in doing that— I already know what         they’re going to say. ‘Heroes don’t take vacations.’ I         can hear it perfectly in Batman’s voice. ❞

“Okay, I mean… the heels are really great but…” Here she turns around, lifting up the tails of her jacket. “Did you have to make it so my butt was hanging out? And fishnets? Really?”

           “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, Zee.”

            “You are, by far, the absolute worst right now!”

         Why you little–!