YJ Fic: Names
Characters: Artemis Crock, Dick Grayson, and Zatanna Zatara
Pairings: Traught, of course!
Notes: Done for Traught Takeover, whoop whoop!
“So,” Zatanna leaned in closer to the girl beside her, elbows on the bar and hands folded underneath her chin.
“When are you gonna tell Dick about the ‘big revelation’, hm?” she asked, a mischievous lilt in her voice.
Artemis, halfway through her drink, choked at the sudden drastic change in topic. She shot her friend, who was trying to contain a manic grin, a pointed glare. Although, it was highly ineffective coming from her reddening face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the blonde huffed dismissively, waving at the bartender from the other end of the bar.
“Artemis, we’ve been to countless bars on our Girls’ Night Outs and this is the first time you’re drinking mocktails,” Zatanna raised her eyebrows at her, her own drink clinking noisily at her friend’s as the bartender gave her another ice-blue concoction.
Artemis only sipped her drink, eyes focused on whatever was in front of her, clearly avoiding the magician’s gaze. She set her mouth on a thin line whenever the glass left her lips, her eyes glazed from being deep in thought. She pondered, internally debating whether to acknowledge the existence of the recent question posed at her. She sighed, reaching a conclusion in her mind, and started swirling her drink around as she turned slightly to her friend, her hand supporting her as she leaned on the bar.
“Revelation? You’re making it needlessly dramatic, Zee. Besides,” a light pout formed on the blonde’s lips, “how are you so sure about what you’re saying?”
“Oooh, vague. Okay first of all, I’m a magician. I’m supposed to be dramatic. Second,” Zatanna help up two delicate fingers, “Like I said, you never drink mocktails. We’ve been doing this for 6 years now, ever since both of us hit the legal age.”
Artemis scoffed and drank more of her drink.
“Third, if Dick knew about this, he wouldn’t even be letting you go out bar-hopping with me even if you are drinking ‘virgin’ drinks.”
“Hey! They’re pretty goo—” A pointed look from Zatanna shut the blonde up and she sighed, swirling her drink the the glass even more.
“Fine, you got me. I miss the alcohol buzz.”
“Uh-huh. You’re avoiding the main point here though. I’m right, aren’t I?”
Another sigh escaped the archer’s lips.
“Yeah, you are. I’m pregnant.”