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[Not long after her and Armin's little experiment, Zatanna's voice rang out over the psychic network. Somehow managing to sound sure yet hesitant at the same time. Confident in the fact that what she had to say was proven true, but wary because...well...]

Okay, I can't really think of an easy way to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it.

The Trump tatoos? They're emitting off some kind of low-level psychic energy. Like an imprint. We tested two different tattoos, and they're both giving off the same energy. Different signatures--which I guess kind of makes sense, since they came from two different Trumps--but...well...

I don't know exactly what this means yet, but I thought everyone should know.

[There is a lengthy pause, like she wanted to add more to it but couldn't quite find the words. Until, eventually, a little softer:]

Robin?

If you can hear me, I wanted to ask you something too.

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... Fine. This will probably blow up in our faces, but I'll help. Someone has to be watching your back.

[Her posture stiffened.]

[She might have been overthinking this...Robin was still a bat, after all, and bats were infamous for their paranoia...but something about the way he said it didn't sit right with her. Combined with the well of insecurities she was already bottling up over the entire endeavor, and hearing the ONE person who had once been the voice of reassurance to her not only question her, but claim that it would all just blow up in their faces...]

If you don't want to, it's fine. I can look for someone else with the same tattoo as me or Armin.

[It's because he's a bat that he recognises the body language, mentally giving himself a kick and holding back a sigh.]

Zee... they've let us die before. Not just in our heads like a training exercise, we actually died. They screw around with us and our bodies every other week. And that's their normal routine. What's to stop them from sending a message if we do something actively to understand them or even to overcome them? I'll be honest with you - it's not turbing in the least. It's scary, and I don't want to see you or anyone get hurt over it... but if you're going to go through with this, I want it to be with me, so that whatever happens, I'm there if and when things go south.

[He hesitates - actually hesitates visibly - and reaches out to take her hand, giving it a squeeze.]

Please.

[She listened, sure, but it wasn't until he reached for her hand and she felt that squeeze that she looked up.]

...alright.

[Her shoulders slumped. She even almost smiled.]

And I know, Robin. Don't think I haven't forgotten.

But that's why I'm doing this. They've killed me twice and taken over my mind and forced me to k--[to kill. She cut herself off, taking a deep breath before continuing. With their hands still joined, he would be able to tell that hers were shaking ever so slightly.] ...we're already getting hurt, and I'm not going to sit by if there's even the slightest chance at all we can do something about it.

Yeah, so let's do something about it then. [He manages a grin for her at least, even if he still feels like this is all going to go to hell very fast.]

[She nodded.]

And...thanks.

For understanding.

I try. Just hit me over the head if I start overstanding instead.

[She let out a small chuckle at that.]

Tempting.

I'll remember you said that. Don't think I won't.

You might even manage to land a hit because I won't be expecting it. Unless you smack me one on the mouth again.

Are you telling me you are expecting that one?

... Do over? [Awkward shrug and laugh.]

[The opportunity was too perfect.]

You sure about that? Shame. Because I was thinking...

[And she leaned over, placing a kiss on his lips. Only this time, rather than a forceful press, it was...softer. Almost like a gentle brush, lasting little more than a few seconds before she pulled back.]

...I'd hate to disappoint if you were expecting it.

[... So maybe he should have seen that coming but he didn't and when she pulls back, his face is completely blank. And then a small, bashful grin appears and he rubs the back of his neck.]

Cool.

[The fact that she could still visibly catch him off-guard like that pleased her greatly.]

So...did I disappoint?

[... Grin.]

If I say 'yes', does that mean you'll do it again?

[...oh, two can play at that game; she deliberately took her time in leaning forward ever so slightly. Making sure to meet his gaze fully with an expression that...was pretty much a mirror image of his.]

Try me.

I'll do you one better.

[He leans in closer as well, pausing as if he's going to say more... and then just closing the distance to kiss her instead, letting it linger longer than hers' had but not pushing for more before pulling back again.]

[He almost caught her by surprise. Except, somehow, when he leaned in--just before their lips met again--she knew to close her eyes. The kiss lasted longer this time. She let it, waiting for him to be the one to pull back since he initiated. It wasn't any less innocent than the one she'd given him a moment before, and yet...]

[When she opened her mouth again to speak, she realized she was ever so slightly out of breath.]

...you do realize that's the first time you've ever kissed me.

[Until then, it had always been the other way around.]

[Hiding his own minor embarrassment at that, he crosses his arms and gives her a cocky smirk.]

Is that your way of saying I'm too noob for you?

[She shook her head.]

No. Not at all.

Just making an observation.

Okay then. So you're not going to mind if I do that again in future, right?

[There were so many quips she could have made. Or another tease.]

I don't mind at all.

[She chose to go the honest route this time.]

[He grins, just a hint of adolescent bashfulness in the expression, and gives her another kiss. This one is more of a quick peck though and then he's pulling away while clearing his throat and looking around.]

So. Uh, where's Armin, if he has to be here for the spell...?

[Quick as it was, Zatanna still leaned into the peck and pulled away smiling. She could really get used to this sort of attention.]

He was worried about us being caught together when I made my announcement earlier, so he wanted to split up for a bit. He'll be back eventually.

We'll just have to figure out something to do until then. I'm open to suggestions.

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