Fresh, spring air was crisp in the awakening of spring. Flowers spread open their little pedals to express such extreme beauty. Leaves were beginning to find their ways back on the naked trees. The sun peered over the thin white clouds melting what was left of the slushy snow too stubborn to leave. Birds chirped happily returning to the welcoming warmth of the sun's presence as they pirched themselves on the wet branches of the trees. Well, most birds anyways...

One bird, Robin, or disguised as Dick Grayson, sat himself on an abandoned bench waiting for Bruce to pick him up from school. Normally, it wouldn't take so long, but Bruce was at an important conference, and Alfred's spring cleaning should never be interrupted. Walk into his kitchen with mud on shoes, and you'll be cleaning the batmobile for a month! He could almost be as possessed as Batman himself! Not the most whelming place to be...

Whelming...Mrs. Perkins, his English teacher, really hated his alteration of words...which made it all the more fun.

"Grayson," she had scolded earlier today. "What does your narrative essay mean by the word inplanation?"

"Well, you see, ma'm," smiled Dick all too smugly. "It's when you have an explain something within yourself..."

"Grayson, I swear, you come up with these just to annoy me, don't you?"

"Just being creative with my srefixes and puffixes."

"GRAYSON!"

Dick laughed to himself out-loud. His favorite teachers were the ones who couldn't stand him. (Which made him have a lot of favorite teachers) The only one who liked him was his math teacher, Ms Ellis. Typical.

"Something funny boy wonder," asked a soft, cocky voice that, although Dick had learned to love, surprised him all the same.

"Za-zatanna," rambled Dick jumping to his feet automatically. "Wha-what are you-? Wait! H-how did you-?"

"Find out your whole secret ID thing," asked the young girl placing her small hands on her hips. "Might want to hide the cape better." Her fingers directed Dick's bright blue eyes to his cape dangling out of his over-sized scarlet book bag causing the teen to instantly stuff it violently back in. The magician couldn't help but giggle to his clumsy manner.

"So, uh, I mean- what are you doing here anyways," asked Dick hesitantly rubbing the back of his thin neck. He felt so nervous...But, why? He always felt so confident around girls...so calm, cool, collective. Why was Zatanna so different? It's like his all of is well organized mind scrambled together causing his only focus on the girl. How could she have such control over him without using the strongest of her spells?

"Can't a girl visit a friend?"

"It'd probably be easier to go to Mount Justice."

"My dad's still not too pleased about the team."

"Since when do you listen to your dad?"

She slightly shrugged with a slight smile on her soft cheeks admitting the real reason she didn't go. "Couldn't really hang with Superboy making out with Meg, Kaldur at a meeting, and Wally and Art arguing over what channel was staying on the TV."

"Hah, sounds like the typical day," smiled Dick leaning against a large oak tree.

"Not quite the typical day without you," smiled Zatanna causing a flood of red to run to Dick's slender face.

'This is why- this is why- this is why I'm hot,' sang Robin's cell bursting his face into two deeper shades of red as he stumbled into his bag to stop the song from going any further.

"Hello," he gasped trying to avoid Zatanna's amused stare on him.

"Dick? Hey, sorry I'm running late, I-"

"No prob, Bruce, look- gotta go-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa; what's the hurry here, kid?"

"Nothing, I've just gotta go-"

"You're not doing anything stupid, are you?"

"What? No, I just need to go."

"Why's that?"

Darn Bruce's curiosity! "Well, apparently, I can't raise my cell phone bill..."

"Har, har," joked Bruce ironically. "See you in a bit."

"Kay, bye," he rushed turning off the phone shoving his phone back into his bag causing a flier to drop out while Zatanna casually caught it between her fingers.

"What's this," she asked the girl briefly reading over it. "Homecoming,...hm; thinking about it, Dickie?"

Thinking about it? It was hard not to do that when half the freshman girls in the school were pressuring him into it. He was sure it was because of his little 'money status'. However, Bruce and babs were pretty sure most of it consisted of his looks. "Uh, I dunno; I mean...I guess I'd need a date." The teen felt like smacking his hand across his own face by such a stupid statement!

"Oh?" Zatanna smiled slightly. "Have your eyes on anyone?"

His face returned to his deep blushing unsure of how to respond. "Well, uh,...hypothetically, if I were, that is, um, do you think she'd be interested?"

"Well," she played along all too well aware of whom he wanted to ask. "Hypothetically, what's she like?"

The freshman's throat felt heavy as his small feet became extremely interesting. "M, uh, well, she's uh, cocky, cool, smart,...funny, pretty, cool, uh, cool,uh..." His face felt like it was going to burn up as he dug his foot into the thin puddle of mud. "independent, confident, beautiful,...hypothetically...that is..."

"Hm," blushed Zatanna. "How very hypothetically chalant of you."

"Yeah, uh...well, so hypothetically, you think she'll say yes," asked Dick still avoiding eye contact.

"Well, first," she began. "You're going to have to hypothetically look at her."

Dick found his skittish eyes drawing upon his crush who looked calm as ever. Why did she have to make this so unhypothetically hard? Why did girls have to be so cruel like this. They know thay have you, but still taunt you all the same!

He loved it!

A large gasp of air was inhaled as the boy wonder hoped it would spill out of his mouth the right way really unsure of how he was going to say this. His eyes tried to stay glued to hers', but he just couldn't stare to look at her when he was rejected-IF-IF he was! Dangit; now he was thinking negatively! This wasn't good! He was trapped! Gosh, what was he even doing? Where was he? All time seemed lost in an abyss of worry.

"ZATANNA,WILLYOUGOWITHMETOHOMECOMING," busted out of his mouth like an accidental firework that could either explode into a beautiful scene or cause a dramatic fire. The second his words dropped from his mouth, he threw his hand over his mouth to pretend like he hadn't just done that.

"Are you hypothetically asking me," she asked in her usual teasing manner.

"No...," he whispered hardly heard as the words blended into the light wind.

"Good," she began walking away.

"WAIT," he called back immediately. "You never answered."

"Hm," she smiled pressing her finger gently to her large lips. "Did I have to? Dick, you either have to talk to psychiatrist about self-esteem, or look in a mirror." She threw out her arms and softly chanted, "Znarconminzelk!"

And, with that a pillar of smoke carried her off dropping a rose behind into the dumbfounded boy's hand.

"YES," he screamed punching his fist strongly into the wet air.

"Nice," commented a calm voice behind him.

"BRUCE!"

"Word of advice though," suggested Bruce putting a proud hand on his son's slender shoulder. Normally, it's the boy that gives the girl a rose."

SO? How'd I DO? Go easy on me; this is my first yj ff Reviews are highly appreciated :)