Clark woke in his apartment at sunrise, just as he did most mornings. He took off the noise cancelling headphones that he had made for himself at the Fortress, sat up in bed, and allowed the sun filtering through his window to energize him. A smile played on his lips.
This was the best he had felt in weeks, maybe even longer. Helping to stop Cain felt good last night. Even better he did it without attention or fame, which made it seem purer and right. If he could figure a way to use his powers quietly to help people, he'd be Superman again starting today.
He liked the anonymity of the work last night. It reminded him of how his father taught him to deal with his powers, to stay in the shadows, to take no credit, to stay out of the public eye, to remain humble. Jonathan Kent wanted him to be cautious as much as he could be because attention brought out adulation, which he didn't need and shouldn't trust, and made him the focus of people who would never think of him as more than an alien. For once he understood why Bruce hated all forms of attention when he was Batman; it was freeing to be a shadow in the dark.
If he traveled fast enough during situations so that all he'd be would nothing more than a blur. That could be one tactic he could use. Of course, he'd be a red and blue blur even to the highest quality cameras, so he may have to change the color of his armor for now, though red and blue were his family's colors. He could redesign his uniform to be more like Connor's black and red. He made a note to call Barry Allen in order to discuss how to maintain high speeds so that he couldn't be identified. The thought of helping people again lightened his mood. Also, the thought of doing it more in the manner that Jonathan had taught him appealed to him, but that wasn't the only thing to lighten his mood.
No, there something else lightening his mood this morning and that was Zatanna. Where Diana constantly challenged him, forced him to better, Zatanna seemed to just like his company and accept him as who he was. After Cain they had food at the diner and talked for hours. Her stories were entertaining and fascinating and she was more interested in the stories of Clark Kent than Superman. Once she started to yawn, he took her back to her hotel where she made a date with him for this evening then she kissed him goodnight. He enjoyed her company and looked forward to seeing her again tonight.
There was a knock on his apartment door. He'd been so caught him in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed somewhere in the hallway. Dressed in grey sweat pants and a white tee shirt, he walked into the living room and opened the door. By this time he knew it was Kara from her heartbeat.
"Good morning, cousin," he greeted her.
"Hmm," she replied. "I need coffee. I know I shouldn't be able to become addicted to anything on this planet, but I think I'm addicted to coffee."
"I'll make us a pot," he said then headed towards the kitchen. "Why are you here so early?"
"Two reasons: one, I just finished up with the Justice League helping to reroute a river overflowing because of rain in South America, and, two, Connor called me yesterday. He's worried about you. He hasn't heard from you," she said. "He'd like to visit."
"We'll arrange something," Clark said from the kitchen as he prepared the coffee. "How is he doing with the Titans?"
"He and Tim are best friends and I think he is dating someone," she said.
"Do you know who?" he asked.
"Wonder Girl," smirked Kara. "I guess he's a chip off the old clone, or something like that."
Clark cringed at the thought of Connor dating Cassie. He came out from the kitchen looking unamused.
"I've never dated Diana," he stated. "We are just friends."
"That's because you're thick headed and she's stubborn," said Kara. "You two are meant for each other. You'd be the ultimate super couple."
Which would draw just the unnecessary attention that Pa Kent always told me to avoid, he thought to himself.
"Kara, I'm dating someone right now, so can we drop this subject?" he said.
"Dating? Who? Zee, right?"
He nodded in the affirmative.
"She's too cool for you, cuz," said Kara, "but I'm glad you're seeing her. You need to lighten up now and again and Zee is definitely more fun than most Justice Leagurers."
"If you say so," he said then returned to the kitchen. "You want me to make you breakfast?"
"Yes, please. And make sure there is bacon. I love bacon, which, I guess, is another thing this world offers that I'm addicted to," she replied.
"Coffee and bacon, you really are finally taking to earth, Kara," teased Clark. "Soon you'll consider yourself an earthling."
"Never," she harrumphed. "I'm Kryptonian and so are you."
"Cream and sugar?"
"Yes, please," she answered sweetly.
He came out with a mug of coffee for her, as she sat on the sofa. Handing it to her, she took it from him and gulped down half the mug.
"Sip your coffee," he admonished her.
"I'll be back with breakfast. Go sit at the dining room table," he told her. "I'm going to make us fried eggs, hash browns, and bacon with toast."
"Yes, sir," she smirked. "And more coffee."
Zatanna was due to spend the day on standby at the Watchtower in case a situation sprang up where a magic user was needed. When she rematerialized on the teleport pad, all she wanted to do was go to the cafeteria and start mainlining coffee. It had been a late night with little sleep. Once she was back at her hotel, all she could think of was Clark and her date tonight. He had completely gotten under her skin. Stepping off the pad, she was shocked to hear her name called by Bruce.
"Zatanna," he rasped.
"Need coffee, Bruce, so not now," she retorted not stopping to talk to him.
"I'll come with you," he said and fell into step beside her.
She didn't want to hear one of Bruce's lectures. Yes, they were always well thought out and had a good point to them, but they were also the world from his perspective. They entered the cafeteria to see a few heroes enjoying a breakfast. Zatanna went right to the coffee urn, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a coffee. She added sugar and one percent milk then she walked to an empty table and sat down. Bruce grabbed a black coffee and joined her.
"Late night?" he asked.
"Yes. Cain is dead," she said.
"Cain. He is one of the first vampires. You should have called me for backup, Zatanna. He's dangerous. You could have been hurt or worse," he said.
"I had backup and Cain didn't have a chance."
"Constantine?" asked Bruce.
"No," she snapped.
"Who?" growled Bruce.
"Clark Kent," she answered.
"Clark helped you track down and kill Cain," Bruce said. Zatanna could hear the disdain in his voice. Clark was meant for bigger problems in Bruce's opinion. Cain was the purview of her, Constantine, and Batman.
"He helped me track him down. I killed him. He's not the killer type, even when it's a monster like Cain. I know that," she said.
Bruce sipped his coffee and thought about what she just told him. Clark was willing to help her, not as Superman, but as himself. He was changing and Bruce wasn't sure if this was a good thing. The league and the world needed Superman and Clark appeared to be backing off of his true self. Where Batman was a disguise he wore, Superman was who Clark really was. He wore the clothing of his people and even though he was known as Superman, he was also known as Kal-El, which was his true name. Bruce always looked at Clark Kent as his made up identity, not Superman. He was the opposite of most of them and now he seemed to want to make Clark Kent his true self.
"He's unique," said Bruce, almost sounding protective.
"I agree," smiled Zatanna, who sipped her coffee. "This stuff is crap."
"It has caffeine and that's what you need after a late night," said Bruce."
"It wouldn't hurt if it tasted like good coffee, though," she complained.
"Are you seeing Kent again?" asked Bruce.
"Tonight. Why?" she replied.
"You know where I stand on you dating Kent," said Bruce.
"And you know where I stand – it is none of your business," said Zatanna. "I really like him."
She got up to leave, but Bruce stopped her by grabbing her right wrist. For a moment she thought of hitting him with a curse so that he talked with a feminine lisp all day, but decided not do it.
"Zee, if you aren't going to be serious with him then leave him alone. Clark isn't like us," he said.
"Us? I take it as in you and me," snapped Zatanna.
"He doesn't use people like we do," said Bruce.
"Thanks for your good will, Bruce," she said coldly then she whispered under her breath, "Dloc eeffoc sih ekam."
She walked away leaving Bruce seated at the table alone. He picked his coffee up and sipped it then made a face of annoyance.
"Cold," he growled. "I'm starting to hate magic."
In his bedroom Clark stood in front of his full length mirror looking at his attire. He wore a pair of cargo pants, a loose fitting blue oxford shirt and a pair of New Balance all terrain shoes. A smirk crossed his lips.
"Yeah, I look sexy," he chuckled to himself. "I should have thought out my disguise better when I first adopted it."
Over the sounds of the John Butler Trio signing Devil Woman, Florence and The Machine singing Dogs Days Are Over, and a cacophony of other songs, he heard the steps of Zatanna coming down the hall. For a moment he listened to her heartbeat and memorized it. He exited the bedroom and walked to his door and opened it. Zatanna was standing there with her hand in the air about to knock. She was wearing black jeans, a white bodice, and black leather jacket along with knee high black leather boots. Clark swallowed hard when he saw her.
"Hi," he smiled.
"I thought I was the one who performed magic," she grinned.
"Super hearing," he said.
"Yeah, that's not all that is super about you I bet," she said then entered his apartment.
"So, where are we going tonight for dinner?" she asked.
"Ahh, I wanted to suggest that I cook for you," he said.
"You cook? Really?" she asked apprehensively. Most men that she knew called ordering for take-out cooking. Constantine couldn't even manage that much. You had to order take-out for him.
Clark smiled. He'd been raised by Martha Kent, who was one of the best cooks in any county, and she taught him how to cook. She always said that he shouldn't have to depend on a woman for a good meal.
"Ma Kent taught me," he said. "She wanted me to be independent. I think the truth was that she wasn't sure that I'd ever end up with a wife because of my powers. She worried about me and wanted to make sure I'd be able to take care of myself."
Zatanna smiled then said, "Clark, please cook for me. I'd like that."
"My pleasure," he said. "I thought about making chicken cordon bleu with rice pilaf and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce. How does that sound?"
Zatanna broke out into a big smile. Maybe he really did know how to cook.
"What's for dessert?" she asked.
"I bought chocolate and vanilla ice cream and there is one of the best blueberry pies you can buy in the city in the refrigerator. I thought I'd heat the pie up and we could have it with ice cream," he told her.
"You are such a country boy," she laughed. "I love it."
Clark blushed, which sent a chill down Zatanna's spine. Right now he was the most attractive man in the world to her and couldn't resist him. She moved over to Clark, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. The kiss started slowly and gently, but it quickly morphed into a passionate full bodied kiss on both their parts. After a few minutes they came up for air.
"I should start cooking," he said softly.
"I thought we already had begun," she teased then she kissed him again.
When they parted this time, he looked at her and smiled.
"Enchanted lipstick?" he asked.
"Yup," she grinned.
"If we don't stop kissing and I don't start cooking soon then we might not eat tonight," he said.
She stepped back and put her right hand out then said, "Nus der llams."
A small red sun appeared in her hand. She let it go and it floated above their head.
"Su wollof," she said to the red sun.
"What are you up to, Zee?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
She slipped off her leather jacket and started to untie and undo her bodice until it dropped to the floor. Clark thought he might be enchanted for a moment because he couldn't move. All he could do was to stare at her.
With the removal of her bodice, Zatanna gave Clark a smoldering look that caused his heart to miss a beat. She then reached up and removed his glasses then started to unbutton his shirt. Once she had it off of him, he told up straight. She looked into his eyes and saw nothing but desire.
"I'm going to need help with my boots, you know, getting them off," she said.
"That won't be a problem," he said then he wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up in a hug, and kissed her.
Zatanna thought the kiss was the most passionate one she had experienced in her life. Constantine knew what he was doing, but he might as well kiss himself. Clark's tongue caressed hers and his mouth devoured hers. He worked his way down to her neck where he started to nibble.
"Bedroom, Clark," she growled.
"Yeah, bedroom," he said then he switched from holding her in a hug to carrying her bridal style.
Clark walked into his bedroom. The small red sun followed them into the bedroom. He placed Zatanna down gently on his bed then he removed her boots.
"I couldn't sleep last night. All I could do was think about you and our next date," she said. "I think I have a crush on you, Clark."
"God, Zee, you are gorgeous," he rasped.
She sat up and grabbed his pants and pulled him closer to her then she kissed his perfect washboard abs causing a hitch in his breathing.
"You don't have to worry about breaking me, Kal," she said using his Kryptonian name. "Don't hold back because I am all yours."
A low growl came from his throat has he gently pushed her back and joined her on the bed. He had no intention of holding back. He could feel the weakness in his body and he intended on embracing that weakness.
"I want you, Zee," he said as he kissed from her mouth to her right breast then he became to suck on her breast.
"I'm all yours, Clark. All yours," she moaned.
The yellow sunlight tried to fill his bedroom, but the small red sun held it back. After hours of sex, they had fallen asleep. Because of the mini-red sun Clark was able to fall asleep without his noise cancelling headphones. He slept so soundly that Zatanna woke before him. She took advantage of waking first and decided to wake Clark in her own way.
Straddling him, she slowly worked him into a lather then mounted him. Clark woke up with Zatanna riding him. A big smile cracked his face and then he lost himself in her body. Forty minutes later, they lay in each other's arms, sweaty skin rubbing up against sweaty skin. Clark thought he heard Zatanna purr.
"How do you recreate a small red sun the way you do, Zee?" he asked.
She frowned for a moment then sighed.
"I can't lie to you, but my father created the spell shortly before he died. First you assemble the necessary elements in your mind then bring them forth with a simple vocal command," she explained. "I believe that I'm the only one who knows how to do it now."
"Why did he create?" Clark asked.
"I'm embarrassed to tell you," she said.
"Please, tell me," Clark requested as he nibbled on her neck.
"Oh, you don't play fair," she said.
"You've taken away my powers, so I have to fight with what I have," Clark laughed as he suckled on her breast.
"Oh, damn, he did it for Bruce," she admitted.
Clark stopped his actions, sat up a little, and stared at her with questioning eyes.
"It was when you first started working together. He wanted a way to de-power you in case you went rogue," she told him. "My father never taught him the spell, but he did teach me."
Instead of being angry, Clark started laughing. Zatanna was surprised by this. Soon she went from shock to laughing, also.
"That is so Bruce," said Clark.
"Yeah, it is," she agreed.
Clark stared into her eyes for a moment then he gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"Thank you for making me feel normal, Zee," he said.
She smiled, "You are super normal, Clark."
Cark laughed at her remark then he found himself staring into her eyes again.
"What do you want to do with our morning?" he asked.
"I'm very satisfied right now and very hungry," she groaned.
"There is still pie," he said.
"I could eat the whole pie," she replied.
She then kissed him.
"You know we are going to have to leave the bed in order to get the pie," he said.
"Okay, but the sun comes with us. I want to be able to touch you and know that you feel it," she said.
"Sure, the sun comes with us. I don't have a problem with that," he said then he sat up and bed and started to reach for his pants.
"Clark, you don't need to get dress on my account," she said, as she got out of the bed and stood there in the nude.
"Um, I'd feel kind of, you know, exposed," he mumbled.
"Good," she smiled then she took him by the hand and led him into his own kitchen. "Get us pie."
Clark opened the refrigerator door and grabbed the bakery box with the pie in it. He turned to see Zatanna with a fork in each hand.
"Should I heat it up?" he asked.
"Bring it to the dining table now," she demanded then she turned and wiggled her naked butt before walking into the living room.
Clark followed her. Once at the table they sat down across from each other and started to dig into the pie. Zatanna moaned with delight.
"This is delicious," she said.
"I told you so," he said.
Clark took another forkful of pie. He didn't want to tell her that his mother made better.
"It's Saturday. What are your plans?" he asked.
"Well, I'm staying here in Metropolis for the next three weeks then I have three weeks in Vegas," she said. "I was hoping to spend a lot time with you. You the reason I'm here in Metropolis instead of Gotham, where I currently rest my top hat."
Clark smiled. He was glad to hear that she was here because of him. Now he wanted to spend as much time as he could with her. She was intoxicating and he had to admit that he was a little drunk on her.
"Where are you staying?" he asked her.
"Same hotel as before," she answered him.
"Um… is it expensive?" he asked. Clark couldn't believe he was going to suggest what he was going to suggest, but for once he was going to take a chance and damn the consequences.
"Yes," she smiled.
"Then… um… why don't you save some money and stay here with me," he offered. "You did say that you're here in Metropolis because of me."
Zatanna grinned from ear to ear. Dropping the fork, she got up from her chair and wiggled into his lap straddling him.
"I would love to stay with you, Clark," she said then she kissed him.
He returned the kiss quickly becoming erect.
"After we eat pie, I think we should shower then check you out of the hotel," he groaned, as she became to work her hips.
Zatanna responded with a groan. Soon Clark was groaning, also, and thoughts of pie or showers were out on the back burner.
Although she was vacationing in Metropolis, Zatanna still had duty shifts for the Justice League. She had spent Saturday morning, afternoon, and evening with Clark, and now she needed to spend Sunday afternoon with the Justice League. After getting transporting up to the satellite, Zatanna headed to the cafeteria to grab a coffee. Once she procured a mug of hot coffee, she chose a corner table to sit by herself.
Sitting at the corner table, Zatanna smiled to herself as she sipped her coffee. She couldn't help but smile because it appeared that she was dating Clark Kent and she was falling in love with him. Hell, who was she kidding, she was falling in love with Clark, Kal-El, and Superman. It didn't matter what persona he was in at the time.
Dinah entered the cafeteria noticed the smiling Zatanna. She grabbed a mug of coffee and joined her.
"Mind if I sit?" she asked.
"Go right ahead," replied Zatanna.
Dinah sat down then stared at Zatanna for a moment. Zatanna just continued to smile.
"Okay, who the guy you are dating?" Dinah asked her.
"I have no idea what you mean, Dinah," replied Zatanna.
"Please, don't play with me. I know that smile well. You've been with a guy and you enjoyed it immensely. Who is he?" asked Dinah.
"Because we are friends, I'll tell you, but don't share this with anyone else," she said then stared at Dinah.
"It's just between us," Dinah said.
"I'm seeing Clark," she said.
"Clark?" asked Dinah.
Zatanna rolled her eyes and said, "Clark Kent."
Dinah opened her mouth then close it then repeated opening and closing her mouth again. She was in a state of real shock.
"Superman, right?" asked Dinah.
"Yeah, Clark Kent."
"Kal-El, Clark Kent?" asked Dinah.
"Dinah, you are being dense," Zatanna said with annoyance dripping from her voice.
"Okay, I got it. You are dating Clark Kent," said Dinah then she remembered Zatanna's satisfied grin. "You've had sex with Superman. I can't believe it."
Zatanna close her eyes. Dinah almost yelled that she had sex with Superman. Luckily, Hawkman and Hawkwoman were the only other ones in the cafeteria, and they weren't into gossip.
"So, how is he?" asked Dinah.
Zatanna smirked, "Super."
"Oh, very funny," Dinah growled. She wanted information not cleverness. "Come on and tell me, how was he?"
Zatanna leaned forward, as if she was sharing a secret then she whispered, "He's super."
Zatanna allowed her self-satisfied smile to revisit her lips.
"Clark Kent," sighed Dinah. "We have to go out for drinks soon, so I can get the juicy tidbits out of you."
Zatanna just sipped her coffee and smiled.