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The Revelation	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 17697 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: For those who don't know, Zatanna is a magician who says most of her incantations backwards to effect the magic.

Batman’s Ball was winding down at the Watchtower. The party had been a surprise hit, especially for those superheroes with uniforms bereft of a cape and cowl. That group had somehow coalesced into a drunken corner where they took turns impersonating the Dark Knight.

Everyone agreed that Booster Gold had the voice down cold, however WildCat got an honorable mention as he carried off the attitude of the Bat-costume better than any man had a right.

Nightwing surveyed the group glumly, then picked up the towel to wipe off the spot on his shin where Kara had thrown up on him before passing out on the floor. An hour before, they’d been having a great time on the dance floor, leading some of the more laid back superheroes in a line dance to the Hustle. Kara had grinned at him in the besotted manner that only the properly inebriated can manage, then upchucked the plate of shrimp scampi that she’d hoovered up in the commissary two hours before.

Clark had immediately picked her up as she passed out on the floor, then throwing her over his shoulder, gave Nightwing his best ‘Batglare’ imitation. Dick had done his damndest not to laugh but the effects of the 100-proof vodka Booster had used to spike the punch proved to be overwhelming. In spite of himself, he started to laugh, especially when Kara decided to barf again, covering Clark’s borrowed Batman cape with the remaining contents of her stomach. Lois had glared at him as well, but he shrugged in resignation, raising his hands to show that he was blameless in the Argonian’s current bout with Bacchus.

He calmly approached the punchbowl to procure another ration of grog when a petite brunette sashayed in front of him. His head immediately swiveled, following the lines of the Batgirl outfit from her boots up to her cape. Zatanna looked over her shoulder at him and winked, then mischievously slurred, “Does this outfit make my butt look big?”

“An elephant costume couldn’t make your butt look big.” He blurted, then his face reddened with embarrassment.

“Why, Mr. Grayson, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have to conclude that you’ve familiarized yourself with my butt well enough to know.” She observed, batting her eyelashes for emphasis.

Dick’s eyes bulged with surprise when he realized she was flirting. Drunk-flirting but flirting nonetheless. He elected not to reply just yet as his testicles had temporarily managed to migrate up to his brain, looking for the manual override that would allow the little brain to think for the big brain for the rest of the evening. Despite his desire to take her where she stood, he decided to compose himself. He took a deep breath, stole two cups of grog from the Question (why the man still chose to remain faceless when he was already wearing a cowl was beyond Dick’s comprehension, lit or sober), then sidled up to Zatanna.

Dick couldn’t believe how tightly the outfit clung to her figure. She’d managed to tailor the outfit to conform to her gravity-defying curves, then sometime during the evening had apparently added a bow-tie as an afterthought. The effect was spectacular.

“Drink?” he managed with a goofy grin.

“Sure. What happened to Kara?” she replied, a twinkle of mirth evident in her eye.

“Couldn’t handle whatever Booster spiked the punch with.” He replied lamely. Making a pointed effort to ignore the plight of his date for the evening, he decided to pursue another direction. “Having fun tonight?”

“I’ve got to admit, you boys in the Bat-clan are onto something with this whole cape and cowl thing.” She admitted. “Its kind of a rush to walk around the room with people guessing your identity.”

“I can relate.” Dick nodded with a grin. “But Z, I’ve got to be honest with you. Every red-blooded man on the Watchtower knows that its you hiding under the cowl.”

“How is that?”

Dick allowed himself another long pull of liquid courage before deciding to reply. “Well, besides the obvious bow-tie…”

Her hand shot to her neck, “I forgot I put that on…”

“…and not to admit that I’ve been looking or anything…”

“Because that would be wrong, my having dated your father and all?” She interrupted with an inviting look that seemed to express both a measure of concern and defiance. He couldn’t tell which but the way the grog was working into his brain, he really didn’t care.

Dick chose to ignore her question and proceeded on his original tack, “…but besides the obvious bow-tie, which is really hot by the way, and besides Wondy you’re the only woman on the Watchtower that really does justice to the uniform.”

“So you’ve been noticing then?” she asked pointedly.

“Z, I teach the akido class from a particular spot up front so that I’m able to catch which allows me to stare at your reflection in the mirror.”

Zatanna was suddenly taken aback. “Are you serious?” she whispered.

“Hey, I asked you out, didn’t I?” he replied with a grin. “But you shot me down a few days ago, so poor old Grayson has been trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart ever since then.”

Her eyes narrowed, then suddenly cleared, as if she’d experienced an epiphany. “To be perfectly frank, I don’t mind that you notice.”

“Well, I don’t mind if you don’t mind.” He replied softly, searching her eyes for an indication of interest.

She pursed her lips, considering what to do about the undercurrent of tension lingering between the two of them. Finally, she made up her mind. She quickly placed her cup of grog down on the table next to them, then gave him the most smoldering look she could manage, murmuring, “Why don’t you escort me to my room? I think I’ve had way too much to drink.”

Dick managed a double-take, then surreptitiously scanned the room to see if they were being watched. He could feel the adrenaline flowing through his body, mind numbed by the idea of taking this woman who he’d spent hours fantasizing about, in the comfort of his room (by his own count, he’d probably masturbated about fucking her at least 100 times during the past few years). Now that the opportunity was presenting itself, he wasn’t going to let anything get in the way.

“Sure, Z.” he whispered, then bowed, showing her the way with the hand not doubled at his waist. “After you.”

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The walk back to her room was achingly difficult for Dick. Alfred had never designed the uniforms with comfort in mind during the best of times, and now, walking with a throbbing hard-on, he was acutely aware of the kevlar-nomex weave chafing against his now inflamed member.

They tried to act casual as they walked, but given the flush of their cheeks and the amount of heat radiating outwards from their respective loins, both were paranoid that other Leaguers might suspect their relationship was moving past friendly at something approaching lightspeed.

She paused at her quarters, then keyed the access code. Following her in, Nightwing paused at the doorway, scanning the hallways for other Leaguers. He hadn’t finished his last sweep when he felt two hands suddenly pull hard on his uniform, launching him into the room. Zatanna’s mouth instantly closed on his. Bypassing the usual soft kisses couples sometimes use to initiate the foreplay, their tongues and teeth instantly started gnashing, furiously exploring the surfaces and heat of each other.

Nightwing pulled Zatanna into him. She felt the rigid outline of his hard-on through the uniform. A low groan of desire escaped from her mouth as her hand started tracing its outline through the fabric, but it wasn’t enough.

She stepped out of his embrace with a smile, then raised her hands. “Gniwthgin Mrofinu ffo.” She murmured, then licked her lips with anticipation a moment later when a suddenly naked Dick Grayson stood in front of her. His body was perfect to her. Young and lean, sinewy rippled muscles bulging in all of the right places. There was one particular bulge that interested her more than others at the moment. She walked over to him, dropping to her knees at the last second to take him in her mouth.

Dick groaned with pleasure as she started blowing him, but there was nothing of hers exposed for him to grope while she licked his balls. “What about you?” he croaked, running his hands over the cape and cowl that hid everything he wanted to ravish.

She pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to mutter “Z Mrofinu ffo,” then began a long plunge onto his length, deep-throating him until her lips stopped at the base of his shaft. Dick’s eyes grew in amazement. He whistled lowly, appreciatively as his above average length meant it was a difficult task. Zatanna heard his whistle then removed his cock from her mouth for a moment.

Her eyes danced with delight, then mischievously she whispered. “Want to see a magic trick?”

“Sure.” He replied, mystified as to how she could top the last trick.

Still manipulating the base of his shaft with one hand, she grinned devilishly. “It’s a disappearing act. Now you see it,” she grinned, snaking her tongue along the sensitive flesh below the head of his prick, then murmured, “Now you don’t,” plunging his length into her mouth again until he’d disappeared.

“Your audience says ‘Bravo’” he whispered. Fondling her pert nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, he had a wicked thought. “Can you manage an encore?”

“I could,” she replied with a grin, “But I’ve noticed that he seems a little tender…a little chafed?”

“It’s the uniform,” Dick muttered, exasperation evident in his voice. “It chafes whenever I get a hard-on.”

Tenderly ministering his cock with her tongue, Zatanna’s face clouded with a thought. She sat back then whispered “Noitol raeppa.”

A bottle of baby oil suddenly appeared in her hand. Dick’s eyes bugged out in surprise as she liberally applied almost half the bottle onto his cock. The warm oil provided much needed relief, however she wasn’t finished. “Tevlev sevolg no.” Suddenly, a pair of elbow-length velvet gloves clad her hands. She poured the remaining contents of the bottle, smearing the gloves with the oil. Grinning with anticipation, she started lightly running the backs of her fingertips over his length.

The touch was exquisite and his stomach fluttered nervously. “Uhh..Z,” he grunted nervously between the long, delicious strokes she using on his length. “If you don’t stop doing that soon, I’m not going to be any good to you.”

She didn’t stop. Instead, she looked up at him. “You’re young. I expect a quick recovery period. Next time will be longer, slower, okay?”

Dick nodded in agreement, then a tremor shot through his body as her pace increased. He leaned forward again, reaching down to spindle her nipples between his fingers. Her nipples, originally like small pink rubies, were swollen now like bing cherries. He fondled each of them, then gasped with surprise when she put her hands on either side of her breasts, mashing them around his length.

“Fuck my tits.” She demanded, then started rocking her breasts up and down his length.

The experience was more than he could stand. His hips started bucking almost of their own volition. Pistoning his cock in and out of the chasm of cleavage enclosing his length, a final spasm seized his body. Arching his back with a loud grunt, he finally came. The resulting gobs of ejaculate splattered over her breasts, the final spasm landing in the hollows of her neck.

Zatanna seized his length again in her fingers, imploring the last drops from his body. “Gods I love that.” She whispered.

“Love what?” he managed to rasp, still wracked from the pleasure of his orgasm.

“Watching a man come.” She replied with an impish grin. “It’s so cool!”

“Can you give me another ten minutes?” he replied with a grateful expression. “You’ll get another chance.”

Zatanna nodded appreciatively, then wiped herself with a kleenex. She walked back to her bed, then languidly arranged herself onto the pillows. Spreading her legs, she beckoned him to join her on the bed. “Why don’t you see what you can do to make me happy in the meantime?”

Greedily staring at the velvet tuft surrounding her mons, he was momentarily speechless. He finally murmured, “Yes ma’am,” not remembering the question. He started trailing his tongue up and down her loins before settling his mouth on her furrow a moment later. As he’d promised, ten minutes later her new favorite part of him was ready for action and the tension that he’d managed to create with his mouth had drawn her taut like a bow. Mounting him, she came three times before she finally was finally spent. Dick took her from behind, pounding away for the next five minutes before he managed a climax of his own.

They collapsed onto the bed next to each other, sated and spent. Before she fell asleep, she kissed him passionately one more time. “Why more women my age don’t date guys like you more often is a mystery to me.”

“You and me both,” he replied with a smile, then passed out.

THE END
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