Valentine’s Day had arrived, and the city was glimmering with reds, pinks, and twinkling lights, but inside your apartment, it was chaos of another kind. You were sprawled across the couch, textbooks stacked high and notes scattered like confetti. Finals were breathing down your neck, threatening to crush any remaining social life you had, and the stress was palpable. That’s when Zatanna appeared, top hat tilted, wand in hand, and a mischievous grin stretching across her face.
“You’ve been chained to those books for too long,” she said, voice silky with magic. “It’s time for a proper distraction.”
Before you could protest, a flash of blonde hair appeared by the window, followed by the sharp eyes of Dinah Lance. “I second that,” she added, crossing her arms with that unmistakable smirk that made your knees weak despite the stress. “Books won’t save you, sweetheart. You need life.”
You tried to argue, mumbled about exams and responsibilities, but both women ignored you, grinning conspiratorially as if you were some unwitting participant in a secret plot. “Come on,” Zatanna said, tugging your sleeve with a flick of her wrist. “We’re going on a girls’ night out.”
Dinah’s grin widened. “And yes, there will be boys. And dancing. And maybe some harmless chaos.”
By the time you got your coat on, the three of you were barreling down the streets, laughing as you dodged pedestrians and Zatanna occasionally levitated you to skip past crowds. Dinah insisted on showing off her parkour skills, vaulting over benches with you in tow, and somehow you ended up laughing so hard you nearly forgot finals existed.
At the first bar, Dinah leaned close, conspiratorial, and whispered, “You realize you’re stuck with us all night, right?” You groaned, but the grin on her face was contagious. Zatanna raised her wand, conjuring sparkling drinks that fizzed and popped, magically delivering the perfect cocktails with flair. “To freedom from textbooks!” she toasted, and you clinked glasses, feeling a warmth in your chest.
The night went on in a whirlwind of music, flashing lights, and mischievous escapades. Zatanna performed small magic tricks for tips on the street, while Dinah kept darting from one adventurous stunt to the next, showing off her skills and constantly teasing you to join in. At one point, Dinah insisted you try dancing atop a café table, and though your balance was questionable, you laughed so hard you nearly toppled over.
Somewhere between laughter and teasing, Zatanna pulled you aside. “I think it’s working,” she murmured, eyes sparkling. “You’re alive again, not buried in obligations.”
Dinah appeared beside her, arms crossed, smirk unwavering. “Don’t get used to being responsible,” she teased, looping her arm through yours. “Tonight, you’re ours.”
By the end of the night, you were sprawled on a park bench, exhausted but exhilarated. The city lights reflected in your eyes as the two women argued quietly over the best dessert spot, their voices filled with that playful rivalry that had always defined them. You watched them, heart full, thinking that maybe finals could wait. Some nights weren’t about grades—they were about laughter, chaos, and the company of the people who refused to let you drown in stress.
And Valentine’s Day? It became a night to remember—not for romance alone, but for the sheer joy of having Zatanna and Dinah at your side, unstoppable, unpredictable, and completely devoted to making sure you had fun.