A/N: This is my first Chalant fic and since its always been about Spitfire, I'm way out of my comfort zone, so go easy on me (plusitsalsokindofmybirthdaytoday). I decided to make them children around 3-4, don't ask why. But I think it came out okay.

Enjoy!

Little Bird.

Richard Grayson carefully laid the final blue building block to his tower, sticking his tongue out in the process as he devoted his full attention in that one move. He smiled at his construction, admiring it as he crawled to his feet, careful not to knock it over in the process.

"Alfred, Alfred!" He called out as the butler walked past, a fresh pile of clothing stacked in his hands. The older man peered down, and smiled at the little boy upon noticing the gap in his teeth where he lost a tooth just yesterday morning. "Look at my tower, Alfred!"

"I say, it is rather dashing, Master Dick." He said.

The raven haired boy wrinkled his nose in confusion and his arms came up to rest on his hips. "Why you speak like that, Alfred? I never know what you talk 'bout." He said with an eye roll and wandered off into the kitchen, leaving a rather amused Alfred, black and yellow cape fluttering in his wake with each footfall.

It was past noon, and the rumble in his tummy told him that its time for lunch. Just before he reached the threshold that lead to the kitchen, Dick forward rolled across the dark rug occupying the hallway floor and landed in a crouch. His back pressed firmly against the beige wall. A hand slid into a pocket of his utility belt and pulled out his black domino mask. He quickly fixed it on, blinking back tears when he accidentally nicked himself in the eye.

Lifting an arm, he lowered his head, eyes narrowing as he scanned the area surrounding him. "I heard 'spicious noise from kitchen, I'm going in." He dared to whisper against the watch attached to his wrist, breathing heavily. "May be eaten by evil monster, but I'm a hero. Its my job to save day."

A scuffle of shoes from the room beside him caused his eyes to widen and his breath hitched in his throat. The footsteps grew louder as the intruder came closer. He gripped the wooden beam framing the entrance and used to to haul himself up. "Robin 'porting to Batman, repeat; Robin 'porting to Batman for backup-"

"What you doin', Birdie?"

He gawked up at the little girl standing in front of him. Her jet black hair streaming down her shoulders in volumous curls, the bright light from the kitchen illuminating her form in rays of gold and yellow, making her look like an ethereal being sent from Heaven itself.

Robin blinked, shaking his head furiously and clambered to his feet. "Oh, it just you, 'Tanna." His voice was unnaturally quiet, and he discreetly slipped the bird-a-rang's he'd pulled out instinctively back into his lemon utility belt. "Why you in my home?"

The young magician shrugged her dainty shoulders, clueless herself. "Papa says Ba'man looking after me for lickle bit."

Being only four, there's only so much a young boy can comprehend. Dick nodded his head absent-mindedly and continued to stare at her, watching as she rocked on her heels awkwardly, toying her fingers in the puffy red chiffon of her outer skirt. His mouth opened slightly in wonder, enchanted by the way the fabric sparkled in the light.

"Why you dressed like that?" He asked, waving a hand at her dress.

Zatanna looked down at her brand new princess dress her father bought to add to her collection, and gave a twirl, giggling at how the marvelling skirt made a perfect circle in the air before feathering down to her ankles. She peered up at him and smiled brightly, the area around her cerulean eyes crinkled from its intensity.

"'Cause can."

She grinned mischievously, before running off down the hallway and disappearing out of sight. "Hey! Wait for me!" He cried as he scampered after her.

Feather light laughs erupted from the little girl as she continued to run around the bottom half of the mansion, Dick not far behind, and he too was laughing, telling the young magician that he was going to catch her, which only made her airy laughs intensify, squealing that she was faster.

Although, their fun came to an abrupt end when Zatanna was too busy looking over her shoulder to see how far behind her friend was and tripped over a soft ball, and with a startled cry, she landed right on top of the large tower Dick had created not to long ago. Building blocks splayed across the room and onto the couch in front, decorating the living room with bursts of yellows, reds, and greens.

His mouth dropped into a frown and his bottom lip quivered. A tell tale sign that he was about to cry. Dick snapped out of his heartbroken haze when the raven haired girl let out a muffled sniff, and the sound of wooden blocks scraping against each other as she shifted around. He scampered towards his fallen friend, dropping to his knees beside her and gently took both her arms in his hands, assessing the damage to the heels of her soft palms.

She let out a small hiss of pain as he touched the light grazes, and instantly jerked his fingers back. "Hurts?" He asked, his brow furrowing as he continued to stare at her palms.

Her raven hair tickled his nose when she nodded. "Hurts," she confirmed, her voice no more than a whisper.

"Bruce always tell me kiss it make better," Dick said, and looked up with a lopsided smile. "I kiss better for you?" A tear rolled down her rosy cheek and she reciprocated his smile, nodding her head eagerly.

The little boy gently pressed the slightly broken skin of her palm to his lips, and repeated the same treatment to her other, before letting go and staring at her, a small feeling at the bottom of his stomach making him feel slightly sick, but in a good way when she wiped away her tears and beamed at him.

"Hero," she said softly, and Dick grinned proudly. "You my hero, Birdie." Her cerulean eyes drifted to the scattered blocks surrounding her and she frowned in sadness. "I sorry for breaking."

"S'kay, don't matter," The young Boy Wonder shrugged nonchalantly, and gently pulled Zatanna to her feet. "We can make new one! Better one!" He exclaimed, rushing around to pick up a few of the blocks and cradling them in his arms.

Her mouth opened slightly in wonder, almost like she was processing the given information, before she let out a giggle in agreement and followed suit, crawling underneath the large coffee table and resurfacing with a mountain of wooden blocks.

The two children did this, and successfully rebuilt their tower, that was indeed far better than the first, until Zatanna's father appeared two hours later to take her home.

Slipping on her black coat with the help of Giovanni, Zatanna turned to face Dick with a smile that wasn't a happy one, and wrapped her arms around his middle in a cuddle as she said goodbye. Startled, the dark haired boy hesitantly returned her embrace, letting out a sigh through his nose.

Someone cleared their throat, causing them to part. Zatanna looked up at her father and scowled, her dinky nose scrunching in annoyance for his interruption. She huffed, then faced Dick once more and pressing a small kiss on his chubby cheek, turning the surrounding area of skin a deep red.

"Papa says that give kiss to people we love, so I give you one, too." She stated, and he nodded his head, looking up at his adoptive father who returned the smile.

Giovanni let out a growl, his head snapping in the direction of Bruce, an expression of outrage painted his face. The Dark Knight arched an eyebrow, daring the magician to even try speaking his current thoughts, that was most likely to ruin their children's friendship.

Giovanni wisely clamped his mouth shut and picked his daughter up, hitching her on top of his shoulders as he muttered out a transportational spell, disappearing in a haze of navy blue smoke.

Tugging on the edge of Bruce's pants, Dick asked about love and when Zatanna was next coming round to play. Bruce was unable to hold back a smile at his adoptive son's naivety, and picked Dick up as he retreated into the kitchen, explaining that one day he'd understand love, but not yet.

"As for Zatanna coming over again," The Dark Knight paused, his eyebrows knitting into a frown. He looked over his shoulder at Dick clinging to his back, blue eyes wide and filled with hope. "I'll talk to her father."

E/N: What did you guys think? Let me know, and it'll probably turn into a multi chapter later on :)

Love,

~Beautiful-Dark~