Zatanna Zatara

A small smile spread across his lips. It was her, no doubt about it. He couldn't forget those heels even if he tried. The heels of the captivating sorceress, Zatanna Zatara. She arrived in the kitchen with a flare that nobody could ignore.

"Hello, boys. You seem well." Her heels clicked gently against the floor as she moved. Her dark, flowing hair cascaded down her back and her signature top hat sat perched atop her head. Zatanna Zatara smiled as she glanced at Aaron. "Oh, it's you. The one from my show. You work for Bruce?"

Theories and thoughts ran through her mind, like why Bruce would ask her to lay a trap on his own chef. Aaron could see it. He chuckled in his head.

"As a chef, yes," Aaron answered. "Take a seat. There's more than enough for everyone."

Zatanna was unexpectedly bashful. "Oh no, I can't–"

"Zatanna, you're practically family," Dick interjected. "Have as much as you like. Plus, this dude's cooking is awesome. It's a lot like Alfred's."

A beat passed. Aaron was already busying himself and pretended that he didn't hear that comment. The emotion, the history, it was obvious it wasn't intended for him to respond to. He decided to make some dessert. He read somewhere online that Zatanna's favourite dessert was chocolate mousse. He began by melting rich dark chocolate and whisking it with a hint of espresso for a deep, indulgent flavour. Aaron then carefully folded the chocolate mixture into whipped egg whites and gently chilled it to create a velvety chocolate mousse.

"Voila." Aaron presented the chocolate mousse to Zatanna, garnished with a dusting of cocoa powder and a fresh raspberry on top. She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together.

"It looks amazing, wow." Zatanna delicately spooned a portion of the chocolate mousse, savouring its velvety texture and rich taste. Her eyes lit up with delight and she couldn't help but exclaim, "And it's as good as it looks too."

"Let me try." Dick came in, spoon in hand, and ate a bite of it. A smile that went from cheek-to-cheek spread across him. "Man, it really is good! Damian, you gotta try it."

"Chocolate is not a part of my diet," Daiman said, arms crossed. He took another glance at the chocolate mouse and sighed. "Although perhaps I can make an exception."

"Ha, look at you, Damian. You're warming up to him," Tim teased, grinning. Damian simply rolled his eyes as he went over to Zatanna's side. It became crowded with the four of them huddling together over one bowl of chocolate mousse so Aaron made three more.

"Thanks, dude!"

"If Beth was here, she'd love it," Zatanna suddenly said. Dick breathed in and was about to pop a question. Zatanna read his mind and beat him to it. "And yes, Dick, Beth is doing well. Progress is being made."

"I hope so," Dick replied, poking at his food. "Everytime you come to Gotham, Kate becomes a little strung-up."

"She's just scared for her sister. It's natural."

Aaron had no idea what they were discussing nor did he care to learn what it was. Some things simply weren't his business, so he tuned out.

Of course, by the end, each of them had to tend to their duties. Damian had skipped school today so he had to meet up with his classmates to fetch notes. Dick and Tim, on the other hand, had non-vigilante work to do. While Dick expressed his gratitude, he also apologized.

"Yeah, I really have to go." Dick checked the time on his phone and groaned. "Damn it, yeah, I have a thing to do. Can't really explain. Sorry, but you'll have to entertain Zatanna until Bruce gets back."

"Sure." Aaron had been wanting some alone time with her. Seriously, those titties were not for the weak.

When everything was all said and done, the two former Robins were gone, leaving him with the famed magician. Her smile was welcoming. Aaron took a seat across from her.

"Dick wasn't kidding when he said you were a fantastic chef," Zatanna remarked, her eyes sparkling. "I'm excited to taste what you've prepared."

Aaron raised a brow. "You want more?"

"If you'll allow it," she replied. She cupped her cheek with her hand, smiling deviously. "I don't always get a chef at my beck."

"Surprising given your fame."

"I know. I just don't really trust chefs." She took off her top hat, smiling. "Maybe you could prove me wrong?"

"Of course, Mistress of Magic."

Zatanna laughed at the teasing title. Aaron smiled to himself. The situation was evolving better than he thought. Desserts were made in the span of twenty minutes. The Wayne Manor had cutting edge culinary technology, such as programmable coffee makers and something called the dessert maestro. It was an automated mixing appliance that effortlessly achieved a specified texture through the LED screen. Put simply, say goodbye to lumpy batters and uneven blends.

"Like magic." With that said, he served a crème brûlée, a velvety custard-based dessert with a caramelized sugar topping. He assumed it would align with her refined taste and elegant demeanour. He assumed correctly. Zatanna let out something akin to a moan as the spoon met her lips.

"Mmph! Amazing! It really is magical!" A bit of cream was left on the edge of her mouth. She licked it up and stared up at him with those big blue eyes. Her lips suddenly curved into a mischievous smile. "Speaking of magic, Aaron, you seem to have quite a knack for it in the kitchen. I must say, you've cast a spell on my taste buds."

"They do say that cooking is a form of culinary magic." He pretended not to be invigorated by her words, that his pants weren't tightening as he gazed down on her cleavage. "Perhaps my secret ingredient is a pinch of enchantment."

Zatanna giggled, her voice laced with playful charm. "Well, Aaron, you've certainly cast a spell on me. I'm under the irresistible allure of your culinary prowess."

"Thank you." Aaron put his arms on the table, still standing, and smiled down at her. "But it's not just the food that's enchanting. It's the company as well."

Zatanna's cheeks flushed ever so slightly, and she batted her eyelashes. "Why, Aaron, are you trying to cast a love potion on me?"

Aaron chuckled. As ironic as her statement was, no. He wasn't. "Please, I would never dare use such sorcery. Not in front of you, the Justice League's greatest magician. I prefer to let the natural chemistry between us work its own magic."

Zatanna's playful smile turned into a knowing one. She got up from her seat, her arms under her bust, closing the distance between them. "Well then, Aaron, let's keep this enchanting conversation brewing. Who knows what other magical delights we may discover?"

…and that was how he ended up making out with Zatanna Zatara on the kitchen table. Not through hypnosis or manipulation but pure rizz. Legs locked around his waist, firm butt on the wooden table as their mouths connected and eloped.

"Mmm…" Zatanna parted from him, her blue fuck-me eyes mirroring him. She licked up the saliva hanging between them. "You taste good." Her tongue rolled on her lips. "Like strawberries. Is it because of all that time in the kitchen?"

"Maybe. Care to find out?"