(A/N): Here it is!

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.

I was sick in the past couple weeks so this chapter didn't turn out quite as good as I hoped. And I did have to cut a large chunk of the "spicy" scene. But I am planning on having one in the next main chapter for this story so hopefully that makes up for the smaller one this time around.

Anyway, enjoy some playful banter and a mission that totally doesn't go off the rails with our favourite magician and agent.

Thanks again for all your support!

-MattFromWii

*3rd Person POV:*

Zatanna and (Y/n) emerged into the watchtower dressed in their mission uniforms. (Y/n) wore his standard tactical gear, fixed with every ISAC gadget he could possibly need, while Zatanna wore her standard magicians uniform. Her fishnet stalkings were swapped for gray leggings and heels for stylish boots. Apart from that, everything on her outfit was normal.

Despite the serious nature of their upcoming mission, the magician was overjoyed for the holiday season. Nothing was spared from her attention, and she had even convinced Black Lightning to let her decorate the Watchtower for the holidays.

Of course it was under the condition that she do all the work herself and not use it as an excuse to skip monitor duty, but with the help of a few spells, the work was completed in less than an hour.

The magician and the agent were the last to arrive for the mission briefing. Almost the entire League was present either in person or via hologram.

Black Canary: "Wow, you really did a good job with the decorations. I don't think I've ever seen this place so... festive."

Zatanna: "Thanks. I was here last year working monitor duty before Christmas, and it was just so bland."

Tigress: "Well, you've certainly outdone yourself this year."

The magician couldn't have been happier. She welcomed all the compliments eagerly with such a massive smile on her face it made (Y/n) smile.

Black Lightning: "Good, now that we're all here, we can get started."

The massive crowd of heroes fell silent as all eyes shifted to Black Lightning and the holographic map of Gotham beside him.

Black Lightning: "As you all know, we've seen a sharp decrease in meta human trafficking in recent months. Thanks in large part to all of you and our allies around the world. While our efforts have focused on preventing the kidnapping and experimentation of our youths, the other part of the meta human trafficking problem is the buyers. Individuals, corporations and even governments have been buyers in the past. To prevent the cycle of violence and exploitation from continuing, we need to deal with the buyers. Cutting off the demand for meta-humans should aid in eliminating the trafficking of them for good."

The holographic screen shifted to show dozens of high profile targets around the world and their last known location.

Black Lighting: "If you haven't talked with Oracle, do so on your way out, she will send you your targets info."

Most of the heroes began to disperse, having already received their assignments.

Black Lightning: "Zatanna, Vanguard, step forward. We have a special assignment for the two of you."

After a few clicks of the remote, the heroes were looking at a map of Gotham's upper east side. The historically wealthy neighbourhood that housed the city's rich and powerful.

(Y/n): "Ah, my favorite city."

The sarcasm in the agent's voice was unmistakable, but the other heroes had chose to ignore any and all of his sarcastic comments long ago.

Black Lightning: "We've uncovered a new meta-human trafficking ring. This one is incredibly sophisticated when compared to the others. The people that visit it call it the Golden Hour Club. I can also tell you that the woman running it goes by the code name Roulette. Apart from that, we don't know anything."

The leader of the Justice League stepped forward, handing Zatanna a sealed black envelope with a golden hourglass on the front.

Black Lightning: "The only image we have of the invitations allowed Cyborg to craft this. We're hoping you can use ISAC and hack their guest list to add yourselves. Tigress will provide backup while you two enter the club and gather whatever evidence you can find."

(Y/n): "Any idea what's inside the envelope? Because copying it is one thing, but if they open it up and don't see what they're expecting, our mission will be over before we even get inside."

Black Lightning: "We've got that covered as well. Thanks to some hacking on Oracle's part and what can politely be called "advanced reconnaissance" from Nightwing, we obtained a copy of an invitation sent to Gotham's Mayor Hill. We copied it and made an invitation for your undercover identities."

The Justice League's leader handed each of the lovers a page with their undercover identities on it. All the information they'd need to memorize to ensure their success.

Zatanna: "Oh this is going to be so much fun."

The magician failed to contain her excitement as she examined her undercover identity, eager for her first undercover assignment.

Zatanna: "I feel like a super spy already!"

(Y/n): "Matches Malone? What kind of a name is that?"

The agent was less than thrilled about his own undercover identity, finding the mysterious persona a little to stand outish for his liking.

(Y/n): "In his personality bio you've literally written "a mysterious and antisocial nature". The whole point of going undercover is to not stand out, if everyone sees this dark and brooding guy, they're going to start asking questions."

Black Lightning: "Well, if you like that... then you'll love this part."

The agent snapped his head up to look at Black Lightning, his unamused gaze staring a hole through the hero's face.

Black Lightning: "Each invitation is different and we were unable to find one that covered two guests... but the invitation for a single individual does cover a plus one... a "companion" from their respective criminal organizations."

Zatanna: "Companion? You mean like an escort? I have to be a prostitute?!"

Tigress: "Christmas Miracles really do exist. This is going to be the best mission of my life."

(Y/n): "Quiet you."

The archer was having the time of her life. She had a massive smile on her face as she enjoyed her friend's misery, ignoring their repeated calls for her to be quiet.

Black Lightning: "Look, I know it's not ideal, but you won't have to dress like an.... Escort, it's a black tie event, it's just that criminals like (Y/n)'s cover tend to bring their top girl to showcase her and their power. It's the only way to get you in the door without raising suspicion."

Tigress: "Ouuuu, did you hear that? You're his girl, he gets to show you off."

The archer began playfully elbowing the magician as her face flushed red as she crossed her arms and pouted like a toddler.

Zatanna: "Would you quit it!"

Black Lightning: "Just identify the ringleader of this club and if possible, find some evidence that will allow us to shut the place down. It's a simple in and out, then you'll both be done for the holidays."

(Y/n): "We'll make it work. With ISAC's help it won't be too difficult."

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Later that evening, Zatanna and (Y/n) were dressed for the club. The agent wore an expensive suit while Zatanna wore an elegant red dress that was made out of incredibly expensive silk.

Tigress was checking the groups communication equipment from the apartment building across the street. They had broken into an empty apartment that was under construction and used it as their staging ground for the mission.

Tigress: "They'll definitely be scanning for our usual equipment, so I won't be able to put a wire on either of you or give you an earpiece. So you're essentially going in blind."

(Y/n): "Wonderful, what could possibly go wrong?"

Tigress: "There's a reason the League picked you two for this."

Zatanna: "Black Canary and Green Arrow were busy?"

The agent laughed as he finished adjusting his tie in the mirror before tapping his watch to activate ISAC.

Tigress: "I was going to say you two are a great team and work really well together, but we can go with that."

The magician rolled her eyes before slipping on her high heels and walking towards the door.

Zatanna: "Are you coming, love? It's time to show me off."

(Y/n)'s face flushed red as Zatanna did a little spin, showing off her backless dress and the leg slit. The silk fabric hugged her body, highlighting her curves perfectly and was covered by a small, stylish winter fur coat.

As Zatanna grabbed her jacket from the coat hanger, she smiled at her flustered husband and motioned for him to follow.

Tigress: "Try to pick your jaw up before you get across the street."

(Y/n): "Shut up, Artemis."

The archer continued to laugh as her friends exited the run down apartment and made their way out of the building.

The married couple made sure to exit the back of the building so the large crowd outside of the club wouldn't see them right away.

Tigress watched from the window as the married couple rounded the corner and slipped into line without anyone noticing. The crowd was full of men in expensive suits and women in jaw dropping dresses.

The line moved fairly quickly, within minutes the married couple were handing their invitation to the bouncers who immediately typed their names into the tablet held by the chief of security.

After a few seconds that seemed to drag on forever, the bouncers waved the couple through.

Security Chief: "Welcome Mr. Malone, we hope you enjoy your evening and happy holidays."

(Y/n) politely nodded his head in response before leading Zatanna inside the club.

It was far from what he expected. The large hall looked like a restaurant with live music performers on a large stage at the front of the room and event staff running drinks and food to various tables.

One of the hostesses escorted the couple to a small table near the front with an excellent view of the stage.

Hostess: "Can I get you started with some drinks?"

Before (Y/n) could open his mouth, Zatanna had already ordered them each a glass of wine. The hostess nodded her head and complimented the magician's choice before walking away, leaving (Y/n) to study their surroundings as his wife looked over the menu.

(Y/n): "We shouldn't be drinking, we're here to gather intel."

Zatanna: "We're undercover, we'd stand out if we didn't drink. Besides, a little liquid courage will help me act like your escort."

The agent smiled, ignoring the playful venom in his wife's voice. It was easy to tell that while she was excited for her first undercover assignment, she was less than thrilled about playing the part of a prostitute.

(Y/n): "Don't worry, anyone here with half a brain will realize you're far too good looking to be an escort."

The magician turned her away from her husband and began surveying the crowded room in a desperate attempt to hide her blush.

Zatanna: "Speaking of people here, doesn't this crowd look a little too.... Innocent? I mean, I can see some high rollers, but there isn't going to be a meta-human auction here."

(Y/n): "I was just thinking that. Maybe the League's intel was wrong. This could just be a normal club."

As soon as the agent finished his sentence, Roulette entered. The entire room stood up and began clapping. The woman was of Asian descent and wore a silk red dress incredibly similar to Zatanna's, much to the magician's annoyance. Her long raven hair was held up in a bun by two large white hairpins, with small glasses shielding her eyes. Her dresses leg slit revealed a green dragon tatto that traveled up and across her body, ending on her shoulder.

The magician scoffed, noticing the similarities between their dresses and immediately developed a strong disapproval of their target.

Roulette: "Welcome one and all! I want to personally thank you all for making the first Golden Hour Christmas Bash a spectacular success!"

As Roulette walked across the stage, she began surveying the crowd and waving at anyone who caught her eye.

Roulette: "We have an incredible group of talented bands and performers lined up for you tonight, so sit back and enjoy the show! And for our special guests and donors, our staff will be around shortly to escort you to our VIP lounge."

Zatanna: "I'm going to go ahead and guess that's the place we want to be."

(Y/n): "And I thought Nightwing was the detective."

The magician rolled her eyes and smiled, taking a drink of her wine as she turned away from the stage.

Zatanna: "Well, I'm not just a pretty face."

(Y/n): "No disagreement here, but we better get ready to play our parts. It looks like we're about to have company."

Roulette walked directly towards the heroes, a massive smile on her face. She was flanked by two large bodyguards.

Roulette: "Mr. Malone is it? I must say, your organization has left quite an impression on some mutual associates of ours. They spoke very highly of you, and who might this lovely dove be?"

(Y/n): "Ah, the mysterious Roulette. I was wondering when you'd stop by. This is..."

Zatanna: "Dove, actually. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Roulette smiled and carefully examined the lovers. Once she was satisfied, she snapped her fingers and one of her bodyguards stepped forward.

Roulette: "My associate here will escort you to the VIP lounge. I like to meet with all first time clients one on one, but I'm due to introduce the next act. I'll meet with you before the private auction starts in an hour."

Before anyone could say anything else, Roulette walked away and the bodyguard waited for the couple to stand up.

Zatanna and (Y/n) were led through one of the many side doors leading out of the main hall. They soon found themselves in a service stairwell heading down into the basement.

When the door swung open, the undercover couple were met with a smaller room than the one upstairs but set up in a nearly identical way.

The entire hall only fit five round tables and the stage could only fit four or five people. But despite the small size, the room was far more elegant than the one upstairs.

White table clothes made each table stand out as the rest of the room was lined with expensive art and royal red curtains lined with gold trim hung from the walls.

The heroes immediately recognized several high profile mob leaders spread throughout the various tables. Approximately thirty criminals plus Roulette's staff filled the room, the heroes knew that any fight would definitely be a close quarters brawl.

The bodyguard stopped at a small desk with another staff member typing on a laptop.

Bodyguard: "Miss Roulette has implemented a strict no weapons policy for the club. All violence is strictly prohibited, please surrender your weapons, they will be returned to you upon your departure."

Not wanting to cause a scene, (Y/n) placed his handgun and a switchblade knife on the counter of the check in desk.

The clerk took the weapons and placed them in a paper envelope with a long number printed across it before handing (Y/n) a ticket with the matching number.

Clerk: "Your belongings will be held safely in our armory, you'll be allowed to pick them up after the auction."

The bodyguard then led the couple to a table with dozens of other mobsters before showing them their seats.

Bodyguard: "Miss Roulette will be with you shortly."

As the bodyguard left, the rest of the table immediately began sizing up the couple. (Y/n) recognized most of the people from briefings with Nightwing on the criminal organizations within Gotham. He even recognized some of the sons and daughters of major crime lords.

It looked like every influential figure from across the east coast crime families had at least one representative in attendance.

"So, who would this lovely couple be?"

To the absolute horror of the magician and agent, they saw Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. The criminal lovers were both dressed in elegant black dresses with their hair and makeup done perfectly.

(Y/n) and Zatanna both were shocked beyond words. The League had assured them that there were no criminals present that they had dealt with before, and thus nobody would recognize them.

Harley and Ivy sat down on either side of the couple, the blonde criminal brushing up against Zatanna and snuggling into her side as the magician sat frozen in place.

Ivy: "Say, don't we know you?"

Ivy wrapped her hands around (Y/n)'s arm, leaning into him as he leaned away towards Zatanna, forcing out a dumb smile.

(Y/n): "I... umm, no I don't believe I've had the pleasure. I must say, you two are a legendary duo."

Ivy: "Hmm, I don't know, you seem oddly familiar. I could never forget a face like that, nor a body like your woman's."

The magician began to panic as everyone's attention shifted to her. Her face flushed red as she realized everyone was looking at her with a hungry and lustful gaze.

Zatanna: "Dove... my-my name is Dove. This is Mr. Malone."

Ivy: "Oh I'm sure he is."

"Would you two stop tormenting the guests, Roulette will kick us out before the auction if you don't knock it off."

Everyone turned to see a woman with short shoulder length black hair in an identical dress to Harley and Ivy.

Harley: "Awww, come on Cat, let us have a little fun."

Standing before them was Selina Kyle, the infamous Catwoman. Though she was a thief of unparalleled skill, she was also Batman's ex-lover, a fact known to only a few heroes in the League.

Thanks to Nightwing, Zatanna and (Y/n) were among the number of heroes that knew about the past relationship between the bat and the cat. Of course they were sworn to secrecy by the former Robin, but it was still a bit of information they could use to save themselves if they needed too.

Selina: "The last time I let you have fun, we ended up in Arkham. I'm sorry you two, the girls can get a bit excited when we've got an evening on the town planned."

Selina slowly walked behind the undercover couple and ran her hand along (Y/n)'s shoulders, humming softly as she felt his muscles through his jacket.

The magician immediately narrowed her gaze at the cat burglar, anger and jealousy flaring up within her as Selina continued to feel up her man.

Zatanna: "I think you should find your seat. The auction will be starting soon."

The venom in Zatanna's voice was unmistakable, a sharp contrast from the embarrassed state she was in mere moments ago.

Selina: "Hmm, don't worry honey, I wouldn't dream of taking your boss from you. Mr.Malone, do you let all your girls talk to your colleagues like that? I must say, if you do that's very liberal for a man in your profession."

(Y/n): "She knows her place, but kindly mind your own business."

Ivy: "Well, speaking of business... how much for her? We're looking to have some fun tonight."

The agent fought off the urge to punch Ivy, barely managing to maintain his cover and growl out an excuse.

Despite his annoyance and anger, it was clear to the agent that the supervillains saw through their disguise.

(Y/n): "She's not available for booking. Now please, I'd like to shift our attention to the auction."

Despite his calm words, there was an unmistakable venom in the agent's voice. The magician feared that her husband had just blown their cover but luckily nobody made a move against them.

Right on cue the curtains of the main stage slid open. Roulette was standing center stage with a microphone. The few people that were standing throughout the audience floor swiftly returned to their seats.

Roulette: "Welcome one and all! We've got a very special line up for you tonight, metas from around the world who's abilities rival that of even the Justice League."

A round of applause rose up from the audience as Roulette smiled down at them.

Roulette: "Let the fun begin! Our first item up for bid has a starting price of one million USD!"

Images of a captive meta-teen flashed across a large television screen positioned behind Roulette. The crowd clapped as one of Roulette's employees arrived on stage to begin the auction.

As the auction continued, Zatanna leaned over to her husband, whispering to him as the rest of their table divided their attention between the auction and their drinks.

Zatanna: "If those kids are being held here, we have to find them."

(Y/n): "If we leave now it'll draw attention to us. We can't fight off everyone here and rescue those kids."

Zatanna: "Some of the girls are going down the hallway over there. I think it leads backstage. I can go look around and if anyone catches me I'll just say..."

The magician leaned over, grabbing her husbands jacket and pressing her lips against his ear.

Zatanna: "Mr. Malone wants a private room to watch his number one girl perform. Or something like that... I'll probably just wing it."

The agent had to fight to keep his face from flushing red. The magician's seductive voice kept ringing out in his head as she slowly and confidently walked towards the hallway the other girls were disappearing down. She intentionally swayed her hips, causing (Y/n) to steal a quick look before she disappeared.

It wasn't hard for Zatanna to find her way around the facility. But it was far from what she expected. As it turned out, the door all the women were entering through led to a makeshift locker room and storage area for all of the "assets" Roulette was selling.

Dozens of the women turned to look at Zatanna as she pieced together that they were all employees of Roulette getting changed for a stage performance.

And in true holiday fashion most of the women wore explicit Christmas themed outfits. The magicians words died in her throat as one of the ladies approached her.

"Well, don't just stand there, come get changed, we're on in ten."

Before Zatanna could comprehend what was happening, she was handed an adult costume that made her face flush red.

Zatanna: "We're wearing this?"

"Of course, Roulette says the men bid more when they see us wearing something a little exciting. So go get changed and check in with your lead. The Santa dancers are over on the left."

The magician was left staring at the Santa themed outfit which was essentially lingerie for all intents and purposes.

Realizing she could either blow her cover or suck it up and wear the outfit, the magician sighed and slowly made her way to the series of room dividers that formed makeshift change rooms.

As she reluctantly changed into the lingerie, she prayed nobody would recognize her and that she would have enough time to find the captive meta-humans before she'd have to do anything.

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Tigress was casually lounging around in the apartment across from the club. She had been fiddling with her arrows while on a satellite phone call with Nightwing and Oracle.

Tigress: "I'm sure they'll be fine. I'm sure you can vaguely recall our favourite agents catch phrase about being a professional."

Oracle: "But aren't you worried that they haven't checked in yet?"

Tigress: "No, not really. I've been watching the main entrance for any high profile criminals or people on our watchlist, I haven't seen anyone of any significance. This club is probably a dead end and they're just having a good time inside."

Nightwing: "You're forgetting how much trouble they routinely get into."

Tigress: "Who's idea was it to send them in again?"

Nightwing: "Okay, yes, that may have been my fault. But I still think something's up, they've been in there for over two hours and nothing has happened. That's very unlike them."

The archer sighed and turned her attention back to the laptop that was monitoring their comms and the building's exterior cameras.

Tigress: "I guess that means my night just got significantly less boring. I'm going to see if I can find a way inside. I'll check in later."

Nightwing: "Good luck, call if you need help. We're wrapping up things here and should be available soon."

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Zatanna was incredibly embarrassed. If anyone noticed her walking around in this outfit she was convinced her career in the Justice League would be over.

Still she had a job to do and swallowed her pride, sneaking away from the other dancers to explore the facility when nobody was looking.

She navigated through the rows of crates, unsure of exactly what she was looking for. The damp air of the club's basement was cold, leading her to whisper a spell to keep herself warm as she longed for the heat of the main dining hall.

Eventually she arrived at a single metal door with an electronic keypad keeping it locked. After a swift survey to confirm the fact that nobody was around to see her, Zatanna swiftly walked to the door, her heels clicking on the cool concrete floor.

Another whispered spell caused the electronic lock to open and the door gently swung open. As the magician slowly entered the new room, she found herself staring at nearly a dozen cages, each filled with Reach pods containing unconscious meta-humans.

As her eyes widened in shock, she heard the soft clicking of heels on the cold floor. Realizing she had no time to explore the cell area further, she tried to exit through the small door she entered through moments ago.

To her absolute horror, the door behind her had automatically locked and the electronic control panel was deactivated. That's when it finally dawned on her. It was a trap.

The magician spun around, preparing to face her attackers only to be hit in the shoulder with a small dart.

The force of the impact sent her staggering back as her mind instantly became a fog. She ripped the dart out and threw it to the floor just as her legs gave out.

Zatanna gasped as she collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness as she laid motionless on the cold floor.

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(Y/n) was hating every minute of this assignment. He knew Zatanna had either gotten into trouble or found something, but Harley, Ivy and Catwoman kept toying with him, keeping him in the conversation at the table so he couldn't leave without looking suspicious.

Harley: "What's the matter, handsome? You look mildly annoyed? And you haven't made a bid yet. You know you have to bid to win the auction right?"

The agent narrowed his gaze at Harley, letting out an annoyed sigh as Ivy and Catwoman desperately held in laughter.

Before long Roulette left the stage for an intermission, letting a band come on and giving (Y/n) an excuse to escape.

He managed to weave his way through the crowd and slip through one of the small door labeled employees only when he thought nobody was looking.

Realizing the facility was too big to search with any degree of speed, and fearing Zatanna's capture, the agent rushed down the hallway until he found the security booth.

He swiftly opened the door and stepped inside, immediately drawing the attention of the two guards inside.

Before either guard could get a word out, (Y/n) rushed forward, slamming his fist into the first guard's face before spartan kicking the second into the wall.

Just as quickly as it started, the fight ended with the room falling silent as the guard slumped down to the floor, out cold.

(Y/n) wasted no time in accessing the club's security system. To his own annoyance the security system had no cameras showing the area Zatanna left to investigate.

He silently cursed as he realized Roulette must have two security systems and he was looking at the wrong one. Undoubtedly the other would be heavily guarded and while the two guards were unconscious now, they wouldn't stay that way forever.

For a brief moment he considered killing the men, he'd done far worse to meta-teen traffickers before. But before the agent could move the door swung open.

As (Y/n) turned around, he saw Harley, Ivy and Catwoman smiling at him from outside the office.

Harley: "Playtime is over Mr Agent. You should've stayed at the table."

(Y/n): "Where is she?!"

Ivy: "I'd worry more about yourself if I were you."

(Y/n): "That's the difference between you and me, I've died more times than I thought possible, so I'm far from concerned with my own well being. Now I'm going to ask you again. Where is my wife?"

Harley: "She got in a bit over her head? We're selling her to the highest bidder, want to come watch?"

Catwoman: "Oh stop tormenting the poor man, he's clearly on our side. We're here to rob Roulette, and it's clear you two are after the kidnapped kids. So maybe we can work out a deal?"

(Y/n): "What kind of deal?"

Catwoman: "We help you two free the kids and capture Roulette, in exchange you let us empty her vault before the police or any of your Justice League friends arrive."

With a glaring lack of other options, the agent reluctantly agreed.

(Y/n): "Fine, but don't you dare pull anything close to what you did to us last year."

Ivy: "Ha, I wouldn't dream of it. Now... how do we make this look convincing?"

Before (Y/n) could get another word out, Ivy had a flower in her hand and stepped towards him

(Y/n): "What do you think you're doing?! Get that thing away from me!"

Ivy: "Relax, it'll just knock you out. You're going to be our little Trojan horse."

Before the agent could spit out a protest, a cloud of pink dust filled the air and (Y/n) immediately collapsed.

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(Y/n) woke up strangely comfortable nearly half an hour later. His head was spinning and took several seconds to clear before he realized he was bound to a small wooden chair in what looked like a storage basement.

There were several computer monitors to his right which he assumed was Roulette's second security system and contained information on all her captive meta-humans.

While he could only see glimpses of his other surroundings, most were made up of large wooden crates.

But the most important thing to him was Zatanna, who was bound and gagged straddling his lap. Her face was nestled into his neck and her chest pressed into his.

Harley, Ivy and Catwoman had taken his jacket, tie and ISAC watch, leaving him in his dress shirt, pants and shoes.

The agent grumbled, feeling naked without his watch before he realized that Zatanna nearly was naked. Annoyance turned to anger as he realized what his wife was wearing, believing that they forced her into that outfit and fearing what else they might've done to her.

Zatanna for her part was starting to wake up, groaning into the cloth gag that was tightly wrapped around her head as her vision slowly cleared.

Her face flushed red when she realized she was tied up against her husband. She immediately began squirming only to find that she wasn't able to gain any leverage on the ropes holding her in place.

A chill shot down her back as Roulette's voice cut through the surrounding darkness like a knife.

"Good, the lovers are awake."

(Y/n): "What the hell did you do to her?!"

The agent managed to snap his gaze over to Roulette as she stood side by side with Harley, Ivy and Catwoman.

Roulette: "Oh that's the best part, we didn't do anything. She changed into that all on her own. It was smart too, if my guards weren't making a last minute patrol then we wouldn't have caught her. And even if we did, we would've assumed she was just a dancer who made a wrong turn. Without the heads up from these three, we never would've known that the Justice League had sent their little witch and her husband to sabotage my business."

The magician mumbled into her gag as she pressed herself into (Y/n)'s embrace as much as she could, hoping it would somehow shield her from the criminal's eyes.

Catwoman: "Now, about our money."

Roulette: "All in good time. First, we're going to finish the auction and then we will sell these two. I'm sure every man out there would love to get his hands on the famous Zatanna (L/n). And as for the agent, he's made an enemy of almost every organized crime group in Gotham when he went on his little crusade of freeing meta-humans with the Division. We'll sell the rights to be his executioner."

Harley: "All this yapping is giving me a headache. How about you pay us now so we can blow half our bounty at your bar?"

Everyone could see Roulette mulling over the offer, eventually her greed got the better of her and she agreed to Harley's demand.

Roulette: "Fine, just watch them and I'll go get your money."

The second Roulette disappeared, (Y/n) began testing his chains, seeing if he could subtly break them before anyone noticed.

Zatanna shivered once again, moaning softly as she tried to get as much warmth as she could from her husband's body.

(Y/n): "Get us out of here, this wasn't part of the deal!"

The venom in the agent's voice even caused Zatanna to freeze for half a second. Only for the criminals watching them to smile smugly back at the embarrassed couple.

Ivy: "Why would we do that? You two look like you're enjoying yourselves."

Before (Y/n) could curse out his would-be partners, Harley and Ivy approached and circled them like sharks.

(Y/n): "What do you think you're doing?!"

Ivy: "Having a little fun."

The green skinned criminal grabbed Zatanna's head and forced her to press her lips against (Y/n)'s. Thought the cloth gag prevented them from actually kissing, the magicians face flushed red with embarrassment.

It was at that moment that (Y/n) felt Ivy's true intentions. Vines had sprouted up through a crack in the cement beneath them and had begun slowly pick the lock that held the chains together.

Reluctantly playing along, (Y/n) leaned into Zatanna's forced kiss, causing her to moan in shock as he shifted his attention to her cheek and then her neck.

Roulette: "What do you think you're doing?!"

Ivy: "Just making sure they enjoy their last moments together."

The criminal mastermind rolled her eyes as she set a briefcase full of money on the ground and kicked it over to Catwoman.

The three women locked eyes on Roulette as she tucked a small key card into a hidden pocket in her dress. It was the key card to the vault and everything they'd been looking for.

Catwoman: "To tell you the truth, we were hoping for a little more."

Roulette: "Oh that's just the beginning. I always pay my debts."

The group watched as nearly a dozen of Roulette's men carried in briefcases full of cash for the criminals.

Roulette: "Now that we're settled up, perhaps you'd like to take credit for their capture? I'm sure it'll help your reputation in your line of work."

Before any of the criminals could answer Roulette, (Y/n) felt the chains begin to fall away from his hands. Taking that as his que to attack, he put all of his strength into standing up and ripping the chains away from his body.

Zatanna gasped in shock, feeling her husband's arms suddenly wrap around her slender body as he jumped up. A half second later (Y/n) had ripped the cloth gag out of his wife's mouth and set her down.

Roulette froze in fear as her men scrambled to drop their briefcases of cash and draw their weapons. They weren't fast enough.

Zatanna blurted out a quick spell and a puff of smoke shot up from the ground. When the married couple emerged they were both dressed in their proper mission uniforms.

The agent gripped an M590 shotgun and locked eyes with Roulette, anger boiling within him as the well dressed criminal backed up towards the door.

Zatanna for her part was ready to throw hands, or in her case, spells. She wore her normal magicians uniform with a thick Santa style winter coat overtop.

Roulette: "Kill them!"

As Roulette's men finished fumbling for their guns, (Y/n) rushed forward, slamming a shell into a group of men as they tried to shield Roulette who had made it to the door.

The men crashed to the ground, the agent charging through the gap in their group and racing towards the door.

Catwoman, Harley and Ivy had made their move, turning on Roulette's men as Zatanna disarmed them with a simple spell.

(Y/n): "Zee, let's go!"

Zatanna: "Right behind you! Merry Christmas girls, let's not make this an annual thing!"

As the fight between Harley, Ivy, Catwoman and the henchmen degraded into pure chaos, the lovers followed Roulette through the door and out into the backstage area.

Dancing girls screamed as they watched Zatanna and (Y/n) tear through the few guards Roulette had posted backstage. Within seconds the lovers charged through the curtain and were center stage behind Roulette who was frozen in place.

(Y/n): "Wow, you're at a loss for words, bet it's been a while since that happened last."

Zatanna: "Allow us to cover for you. Ladies and gentleman, you are all under arrest."

Roulette: "Oh please, all of us against all of you?"

(Y/n): "It's not really a fair fight is it?"

Zatanna: "No, they need at least double their numbers to stand a chance. And I'd probably have to be blindfolded."

One by one the entire audience stood up. The best fighters in Gothams criminal underworld arming themselves with whatever they could.

Since Roulette's security disarmed everyone upon entering the club, only her security staff actually had weapons. Everyone else held a mix of knives or brass knuckles.

Roulette: "Are you really going to die for some run away kids?"

(Y/n): "Someone is."

Roulette then took out her hair pins, revealing them to be as sharp as knives. As the criminal mastermind got into a fighting stance on the other side of the stage, the agent simply rolled his eyes and leveled his weapon.

Right as the fight was about to begin, a massive explosion rang out at the entrance, blowing the doors off their hinges and knocking several of Roulette's security team to the ground.

Tigress charged in through the smoke a crossbow in one hand and a staff in the other. The rest of the original team charged in behind her. Miss Martian, Superboy, Nightwing, Wally, Kaldur and Rocket charged in.

The fight was over before it started. The unarmed thugs spread throughout the dining hall were no match for the heroes.

Roulette charged but was disarmed with a simple spell from Zatanna and met with a swift punch across the jaw from (Y/n).

By the time her unconscious body hit the stage floor, the fight was over. The remaining criminals surrendered and the GCPD were storming in.

Tigress: "Sorry, but I got tired of waiting for you two."

Zatanna: "No complaints here, but I won't admit that we were in over our heads."

Miss Martian: "Oh we'd never expect you to admit that."

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Several minutes later the heroes were gathered outside as the GCPD were securing the crime scene.

Roulette, her staff and all of the guests were taken into custody. As they were taken away, medical staff entered and began caring for the captured meta-humans.

Nightwing was busy going over the details of Roulette's operation with Commissioner Jim Gordon while Zatanna was standing with Tigress and Miss Martian.

The magician was wrapped comfortably in her Santa style winter coat and watched as (Y/n) carefully led the freed kids into a series of ambulances. The agent was gently placing a warm blanket across each of their shoulders as the kids shivered in the cold.

Miss Martian: "So Conner and I will be ready for everyone in the early afternoon... are you even listening to me?"

Tigress: "No, she's drooling over her husband being good with kids."

The magician simply brushed off her friend's comments, keeping her loving gaze on (Y/n) as he hugged one of the little kids that had thrown himself at the agent's legs before loading him up in the ambulance.

Zatanna: "Yeah, yeah sure... we'll be there."

As the last of the ambulances drove away to the hospital, (Y/n) gathered his gear and began making his way over to his friends.

He was greeted by Zatanna pulling him into a hug and smashing her lips against his. A startled moan slipped out of (Y/n)'s mouth as Zatanna aggressively grabbed his head and deepened the kiss.

Eventually they broke the kiss for air, but Zatanna wasted no time in grabbing (Y/n)'s hand and pulling him in the direction of their apartment.

Zatanna: "We'll see you guys on Christmas Day! Thanks for cleaning up this mess!"

Before any of their friends could protest, the married couple vanished into a nearby alley.

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Zatanna tore off her large Santa coat the second they entered the apartment, letting out a massive sigh of relief as she tossed it onto the living room couch.

Zatanna: "God, that was so embarrassing. If Harley, Ivy or Catwoman tell anyone what I was wearing, I'll never hear the end of it."

(Y/n): "Yeah, I would've used an invisibility spell."

The magician snapped her gaze back to her husband, a strange mix of annoyance and anger on her face.

Zatanna: "I didn't have a chance. Once I opened the door I was face to face with all the dancers, and if I put it on before opening the door, they definitely would've noticed a door opening and closing on its own."

The agent hung his own coat up on the coat rack by the door, a massive smile on his face as he continued to tease his wife.

Eventually he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottle of scotch.

(Y/n): "You made the right choice, I'm just bugging you. We never would've found the kids if you didn't change into that outfit."

The magician groaned in annoyance, her embarrassment mixing with her pride as she struggled to find her words.

(Y/n): "I will say, you looked amazing in it. Drop dead gorgeous even."

That did it. He finally broke Zatanna. Her words died in her throat as her face flushed red.

Zatanna: "So what if I did, I couldn't just leave it on the floor for one of the kids to see!"

(Y/n): "Oh my god you actually kept it."

A massive smile formed on the agent's face as he made his way towards his wife who continued to stammer out excuses.

Zatanna: "W-Well maybe I did... so what?! Not like you haven't helped Wally take souvenirs from missions! T-This was my first undercover MHMMM?!"

Before she could finish her sentence, (Y/n) had grabbed her waist and pulled her into his chest, smashing his lips against her as a startled moan slipped out.

The magician's hands found their way to her husband's arms and then his back, gripping his muscles through the thin shirt he had on.

Zatanna: "Mhmm... you know... we're officially done with work until the new year."

(Y/n): "Oh trust me, I'm well aware. I'm all yours for two weeks."

Zatanna: "Oh you have no idea how much I'm going to take advantage of that."

(Y/n): "I know you fairly well, I'm sure I know exactly what you're thinking."

Zatanna: "Bedroom. Now."

*🍋 Lemon scene🍋*

The agent smiled as he simply picked Zatanna up, causing her to giggle as he secured his hold over her. As he walked by he snuck a glance at their Christmas Tree and all the presents carefully wrapped underneath as he walked by.

His wife purred gently in his arms, snuggling into his chest as he carried her bridal style into their bedroom.

Zatanna: "Evomer ruo sehtolc!"

The pair crashed onto the bed as they continued to make out, their clothes flying away and landing in a scattered mess across the room.

(Y/n): "I love that spell."

Zatanna: "Shut up and keep kissing me, please. I need this."

The agent obliged, pinning Zatanna's arms above her head and using his body to keep her in place beneath him. His lips found their way to her neck, kissing and sucking on her most sensitive spot as a shaky moan filled the room.

Zatanna: "Mhmmmm... F-fuck yes... ohhhh god fuck yes!"

The magician continued to moan as her husband focused his attention on her neck, eventually shifting to her lips as she was drawing in rapid breaths.

Zatanna: "H-hurry up and fuck me!"

The magician's impatience was growing, she began desperately thrusting into her husbands hips, attempting to feel his hardening cock.

Zatanna: "Please, (Y/n), don't make me beg. It's been so long since we've had a night together, I-i don't want to wait anymore."

Her voice was full of desperation, a raw and primal desire that had been neglected for months as their responsibilities had kept them separate for all but a few hours.

Zatanna: "Mhmmmm, please... I swear I'll use a spell to make you do it! Please just fuck me!"

Without any warning, (Y/n) silenced her moans with a kiss as he pushed his member into her. A startled moan turned into a scream of pleasure as Zatanna felt her husband's cock fill her up.

With her hands still pinned above her head, Zatanna could only moan as (Y/n) began thrusting at a steady pace. The bed shook with each thrust, the magician shaking with pleasure as she stared up into her husband's eyes with a lust filled gaze.

Zatanna: "Yes... mhmm, fuck you're so good at this! Fuck me, master! Ram me with your cock!"

The agent smiled down at his wife as her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her nipples rock hard and practically begging for attention.

(Y/n): "You're beautiful."

Before the magician could muster a response, (Y/n) began thrusting harder. His steady thrusts chased the air from her lungs as she moaned our in pure bliss, gripping the bed as she was pushed closer to release.

She tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken moan as her pussy clenched down on (Y/n)'s cock.

Zatanna: "Mhmmm... hmmm. Don't... don't you dare stop!"

The agent shifted his grip to Zatanna's waist, pulling her into each thrust as she moaned wildly. The sound of skin slapping filled the bedroom whenever the magician's moans weren't drowning it out.

Her entire body went limp, simply shaking with each thrust as she tried to wrap her legs around (Y/n)'s hips, only to find that her body wouldn't move.

(Y/n) for his part felt his wife getting close to release. Her pussy was clamping down on his member as she panted out like a dog, sweat forming on her face as she screamed in pleasure.

Zatanna: "(Y/n)...mhmmm. (Y/n) I-I'm close..."

Without any warning the agent stopped thrusting, staring down at Zatanna's sweat covered body as her mind cleared. Her eyes were pleading with her husband even before she spoke. Her voice, broken, out of breath and energy.

Zatanna: "Why? W-why'd you stop?"

(Y/n): "I like it when you're a needy mess."

Before the magician could whine out another protest, her husband picked her up and kissed her. Zatanna moaned into his mouth, her tongue breaking past his lips to explore his mouth as her breasts squished against his bare chest.

Zatanna: "What are you doing?! (Y/n)?!"

In the blink of an eye (Y/n) had dropped Zatanna back onto the bed, rolling her over onto her stomach and grabbing her hips.

The magician realized what was about to happen and gently swayed her ass from side to side, as if she could entice her husband into using her.

(Y/n) pressed the tip of his cock against her dripping pussy, gently stroking her folds as a shiver ran through her body.

Zatanna: "Pots gnisaet em! Tsuj kcuf em ydaedla!"

Before (Y/n) could even feel the spell take effect, he shoved his cock back inside Zatanna's pussy. She screamed his name as she gripped the bedsheet, nearly tearing a hole in it as he began thrusting.

With a sharp slap, (Y/n) hand made contact with Zatanna's ass, causing her to yelp as he thrusted harder.

Zatanna: "Ah! Yes! Punish me master! Mhmm! Fuck your cock is so good! Punish your little slut! I've been a bad girl!"

That earned Zatanna yet another spank. Her ass was getting red from all the attention she was receiving and her precum juices were leaking all over (Y/n)'s cock as it slammed into her like a piston.

Zatanna: "More! Please fuck me as hard as you can master! I'll be your good little slut! Mhmmm!"

(Y/n) gave Zatanna exactly what she wanted, feeling himself getting close as her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice.

Zatanna: "F-fuck I'm gonna! I-I'm gonna cum!"

(Y/n) put everything into his thrusts, gripping Zatanna's hips and pulling her back into each thrust as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Zatanna: "F-fuck! AHHH! I-I'M MHMMM CUMING!"

The magician was overwhelmed with pure bliss as she coated her husband's cock in her cum. As Zatanna moaned she realized (Y/n) was about to finish, his thrusts became erratic as their bed shook with each motion.

Zatanna: "Fill me up! Cum in me, I want it! Please master!"

She got her wish. Without any warning (Y/n) buried himself as deep inside her as he could as he came. Zatanna moaned in approval as she felt his hot cum fill her up.

(Y/n) stayed standing but stopped thrusting, riding out his own orgasm as Zatanna quivered on the bed.

By the time the lovers recovered, (Y/n) had climbed into bed and hauled Zatanna up with him, holding her close as he prepared to drift to sleep.

But his wife had a different idea. Her lips found their way to her husband's cheek, gently kissing him as she built up the strength to climb on top of him.

(Y/n): "You're exhausted, we don't have to do anything else tonight."

Zatanna: "Oh I'm not done with you, just... give me a minute."

The playful tone in the magician's voice brought a smile to his face as she straddled his hips and grabbed his cock. Before he knew what was happening, Zatanna had guided his cock back inside her pussy and was beginning to bounce.

(Y/n): "Fuck, Zee... you're so good at this."

The magician giggled as she placed her hands on her husband's broad shoulders to support herself as she began pleasuring the two of them.

Zatanna: "Mhmmmm... hmmmmm. Fuck you fill me up perfectly!"

As (Y/n) simply laid there and relaxed, Zatanna's moans picked up once again, her bouncing breasts were mesmerizing and he happily held his gaze on them.

As soon as Zatanna began to slow from exhaustion, (Y/n) gripped her hips and guided her to rock back and forth on his member. Her moans picked up again as she rocked her hips, pleasure surging through her body as she moaned out her husband's name.

Zatanna: "(Y/n)... ohhh... I-I'll keep going, just give me a moment."

(Y/n): "Shh, just do what feels good for you. Don't worry about me."

The magician looked like she was about to faint right then and there. She continued rocking her hips, moaning as she rode her husband's cock while staring down at him.

Zatanna: "Mhmmm.... Y-you're such a gentleman."

As Zatanna continued to rock her hips, her hair fell to either side of her head, framing her face perfectly as she moaned.

(Y/n): "D-don't stop Zee, I'm close."

Zatanna: "I-I'm gonna cum, I'm... I... Mhmmmm ohhhhh (Y/n)!"

Right on que, the magician hit her peak for a second time and screamed her lover's name as another orgasm washed over her. (Y/n) hit his second climax seconds after Zatanna, pulling her down onto his chest and smashing his lips against hers.

As the pair rode out their orgasms, their tongues danced and moans slipped out. Their exhausted bodies pressed together as the room slowly sank back into silence.

Zatanna: "You know... if all undercover missions end like this... we'll have to volunteer more often."

A small chuckle escaped the agent's lips as he wrapped his arms around Zatanna. She smuggled into his embrace, nestling her head against his shoulder as the pair let their bodies fade into a deep slumber.

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(Y/n) groaned as he woke up, rays of sunshine bleeding through their apartment blinds and casting a warm glow over the bedroom.

The first thing he noticed was the absence of his wife and a suspicious silence that filled the room.

Realizing he needed to see what she was up to, (Y/n) pushed himself out of bed and got dressed. Throwing on a simple t-shirt and shorts and walking out into their living room.

It didn't take him long to find his wife who was laying in front of the tree. His jaw nearly hit the floor as he saw Zatanna wearing black lingerie, knee high stockings and heels. She was bound with what looked like silk ribbon and gagged with a red ball gag.

The magician moaned happily as she saw her husband enter the living room and that's when (Y/n) noticed the tag attached to the silk binds.

"To: My Love, Merry Christmas."

(Y/n): "I love you."

Zatanna: "Mhmmm hmmm."

The magician giggled through the gag as (Y/n) picked her up and carried her back towards their bedroom.

(Y/n): "We are going to be late for the party."

When the pair arrived back in their bedroom, (Y/n) gently removed the gag and wiped the small amount of saliva that connected her lips to the gag away.

Zatanna: "Merry Christmas."

Zatanna's face was bright red as she smiled up at her husband.

(Y/n): "Merry Christmas. I love your idea of a gift."

Zatanna: "Just a little something extra that I thought of a couple weeks ago. Now, are you going to enjoy your gift or just leave me tied up?"

(Y/n): "Why not both?"

The magician smiled, attempting to come up with a witty remark only for (Y/n) to shove the ball gag back in her mouth and secure it in place.

With a sharp slap on her ass, Zatanna yelped in shock and fell into her husband's chest, her slender bound body pressing against his toned body. She felt small and secure in his arms, and that was just the way she liked it.

Before Zatanna knew what was happening, she was bent over (Y/n)'s knee as he sat down on the bed.

After a few shap spanks to Zatanna's ass, she was a moaning mess. When (Y/n)'s fingers found their way to Zatanna's clit she moaned into the ball gag, practically begging her husband to stop teasing her.

(Y/n): "Shh, be a good girl and keep quiet. You'll get what you want soon enough."

Zatanna: "Mhmmmm."

Zatanna tried her best to stay still and let (Y/n) tease her clit, but it proved to be too much. Her whimpers grew in volume as the agent's fingers began to slide inside her.

(Y/n): "Hmm, nice and wet. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you?"

Zatanna: "Mhmmm hmmmm."

The occasional slap to the magicians ass caused her to moan and whimper into the gag, squirming ever so slightly in her husband's hold just to feel how helpless she was.

The minutes turned into hours as Zatanna was pushed to the brink of orgasm but never allowed to release. Her whimpers grew desperate and her prayers were finally answered when (Y/n) carried her to the wall.

He pinned her against the wall and tore off his clothes before sliding his cock inside her dripping wet pussy. The magician screamed into the ball gag, rocking her hips forward as her body was thrown into an explosive orgasm immediately.

Zatanna: "MHMMMM! HMMMMMMM!"

(Y/n) continued to slam his cock into her as she rode out her orgasm, Zatanna moaning and whimpering with each thrust as he pounded into her with a relentless fury.

The magician was a shaking mess when (Y/n) pulled away, her body incapacitated by the pure bliss she was experiencing. Her hair was disheveled and frayed, sweat ran down her body as moaned uncontrollably.

(Y/n): "Fuck yes Zee!"

The sudden halt in their lovemaking caused Zatanna to moan and whimper in desperation. Her body hitting withdrawal levels she never thought possible.

Zatanna: "Mmrph! Mhmmm!"

(Y/n): "Aww, you poor thing. Don't worry, you'll get what you want soon enough."

The agent spun Zatanna around, untying her arms so she could brace herself against the wall as he lined up his cock with her pussy once again.

The silk ribbons began to fall away from Zatanna's body, leaving only a few strands hanging on as (Y/n) slammed his cock back inside her.

He began thrusting powerfully, putting all his energy into the movement.

The magician moaned into the ball gag, whimpering with each thrust as her body shook with pleasure. She felt like he was going to force her through the wall, her chest pressed against the wall, drool slipping out of her gag as she fought to maintain control of her body.

A sharp slap to her ass caused a muffled yelp to ring out from the needy magician. Her lover's cock was working her closer to orgasm as her feet began to slip out from underneath her. If it wasn't for (Y/n) gripping her hips to pull her into each thrust, she would've fallen flat on her face minutes ago.

(Y/n) suddenly reached forward and released the ball gag, letting it fall free as he continued his relentless assault.

Zatanna: "F-fuck baby! I-I'm so close! Mhmmm!"

(Y/n): "Tell me how much you want it!"

Zatanna: "I-I can't hold on! I-I'm cuming! (Y/N)! I'M CUMING! OHHH (Y/N)!"

As an explosive orgasm consumed the magician, her body went limp. (Y/n) had to wrap his arms around her stomach and hold her upright so she wouldn't fall. Even as he supported the love of his life, her pussy clamping down on his cock was too much to bear.

With a defiant groan he began dumping his seed deep inside her, causing Zatanna to shake with pleasure and satisfaction.

Zatanna: "Mhmmm yes... fill me up. I'm yours..."

As the lover came down from the high of their climaxes, (Y/n) pulled Zatanna into his embrace and pressed his lips to hers. A soft moan rang out from the magician as she wrapped her tired arms around his shoulders.

Before she knew what was happening, (Y/n) was carrying her towards the bed.

Zatanna: "No... go to the couch."

As he was too tired to argue, (Y/n) turned around and carried Zatanna to the couch, sitting down with her in his arms as he looked up at the Christmas Tree.

The lights from the tree were mesmerizing and casting the only light in the living room. As soon as (Y/n) began to relax and slump back into the couch, Zatanna pushed herself off his lap and dropped to her knees between his legs.

(Y/n): "Zee?"

Zatanna: "Shh. Just sit there and relax. Think of this as an extra present."

Before (Y/n) could utter another word, Zatanna had taken his soft cock into her mouth and began working her lips up and down his shaft. Tasting a mix of her juices and his precum as she eagerly sucked him off.

Her slurping and moans filled the room as (Y/n) leaned his head back and let out a soft groan.

Zatanna: "Mhmmm hmmmm."

(Y/n): "F-fuck Zee... your mouth is amazing."

The magician giggled around the cock between her lips. She brought one hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit while the other gripped (Y/n)'s thigh.

Zatanna: "Hmmm... mhmmmm."

Zatanna found her husband's sensitive spot and focused all of her efforts on it, looking him in the eyes as she sucked his cock.

Her moans picked up as the agent groaned in satisfaction, reaching down and brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face.

(Y/n): "Zee... I-I can't last much longer."

The magician took that as her signal to double her effort. She bobbed her head along the agent's shaft, coating his cock with a mix of saliva and precum.

Zatanna: "Mhmmmm hmmmm hrk?!"

The agent hit his final climax without warning, spilling his cum deep inside his wife's mouth as she struggled to swallow it all.

(Y/n): "Ah! Fuck yes Zee, take it all! Good girl, swallow it all."

The magician purred as she milked her lover's cock for all it was worth, sucking him dry as he groaned in satisfaction.

(Y/n): "God, Zee... you're amazing."

Zatanna: "Mhmmm... I know."

Zatanna licked (Y/n)'s cock clean, kissing it passionately as she cleaned off her own saliva and his cum.

When she finally stopped, his softening member rested gently on her face as she kissed it.

Zatanna: "I love you so much."

(Y/n): "Love you too. Now let's clean up and get some rest. I'm exhausted and I need a shower."

Zatanna: "Yeah, me too. You know... it would be better for the environment if we showered together. Saying water and what not."

(Y/n): "There's easier ways to get me into the shower with you."

The magician giggled as she kissed her husbands cock, looking up into his eyes with a mischievous expression.

Zatanna: "I know, and we do have all the time in the world before we have to be at M'gann and Conner's place. A few more minutes of fun couldn't hurt."

(Y/n): "I like the way you think."

*🍋 End of Lemon Scene🍋

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(Y/n): "They're never going to let us hear the end of this!"

Zatanna: "We're not that late! And it's mostly your fault!"

Zatanna and (Y/n) raced up the steps to Artemis and Wally's home, knocking on the door the second they got to it while attempting to straighten their coats.

(Y/n): "My fault?! You're basically unstoppable once you get me undressed!"

Zatanna: "I am not! Even if I was, now that I think about it I realize that may be a valid point, but you're just as bad!"

(Y/n): "Oh please, I'm the pinnacle of self control."

The magician rolled her eyes and unzipped her winter coat, unbuttoning her shirt just enough to reveal her cleavage. The agent's eyes immediately snapped to his wife's breast before darting back up to her smug face as he fought off a blush.

(Y/n): "Point taken."

Zatanna giggled as she buttoned up her shirt and took hold of her husband's hand, facing the door with a triumphant and proud look on her face.

The door swung open not even a second later and the couple were greeted by the red headed speedster.

Wally: "Nice of you two to finally make it."

(Y/n): "We're not that late."

A small giggle slipped out from Zatanna's lips as the speedster rolled his eyes in amusement.

Wally: "Yeah you are, but we like you so we're not going to hold it against you."

Before the lovers could muster another excuse, Wally took the opportunity to pull them inside.

Wally: "Look who finally decided to show up!"

M'gann and Artemis jumped up to greet the married couple as Dick, Barbara and Kaldur were sitting in the living room. Conner emerged from the kitchen to wave hello as he was finishing the final touches on the group's dinner.

Artemis: "Better late than never."

Zatanna: "Thanks for having everyone, and we're sorry for being late."

M'gann: "It's no problem, I'm sure you had a good reason."

The magician did her best to hide her blushing face, her mind flashing back to the reason that they were late as (Y/n) helped her out of her coat. Thankfully, Conner called out and informed the group that dinner was ready.

As the heroes began to make their way into the dining room, (Y/n) pulled Zatanna aside for a brief moment.

(Y/n): "Merry Christmas, Zee."

Zatanna: "Merry Christmas."

The magician leaned in and pressed her lips against her husband's in a brief kiss before separating and taking hold of his hand.

A massive smile formed on the agent's face as his wife led him into the dining room, and to their friends and family waiting with a perfect feast.