I had it handled." Damian clicks his tongue against his teeth in distaste. He was in the process of disarming a man before slamming him to the ground and handcuffing him. (Y/N) had come to Damian's aid two minutes before, having drop kicked a man in the head from the top of a warehouse near the docks. The man had been aiming his gun at Damian and Damian seemed to be occupied. Seemed. Damian still insisted he needed no help.

"Friends help friends, don't they?" (Y/N) smirked, smashing a guy's head in with her fist. Sometimes crooks just made it too easy. Way too easy. Maybe it was just the experience or the natural talent for fighting she contained, or maybe Gotham crooks were just getting plain out sloppy. Definitely not Riddler or Joker material. These guys were just little insects missing their poisonous jaws.

"I suppose. If that's what you consider us." Damian gave (Y/N) a glance over his shoulder before flipping the guy who had happened to be charging towards him. They were just local drug dealers who got lucky with a ginormous drug heist. Damian had found out people at Gotham Academy were getting drugs from somewhere and ended up trailing it the source to the docks. (Y/N) had simply followed him the entire time after spotting him running across Gotham rooftops. Luckily (Y/N) had been in costume at the time and was ready to kick some butt. She knew that wherever Damian was going, she was definitely going to find some fun.

"What, we aren't friends?" (Y/N) asked, faking hurt in her voice. "If we weren't friends, then what would we be? Acquaintances?"

Damian handcuffed his last man before turning to (Y/N). Walking forward til he was face to face with (Y/N), he stared straight into her eyes, almost as if he was trying to intimidate her. (Y/N) had to admit that she was tempted to move her eyes away from his own, but all of her thoughts stopped when he grabbed her wrist.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?"

(Y/N) choked on her spit.

"What?" Damian asked.

"Did Jason put you up to this?" (Y/N) Whispered, looking over Damian's face to see if she can spot signs of a fever.

"This isn't a joke." Damian put out seriously. "I'm being serious."

(Y/N) didn't know what overcame her but when blush started to rise to her cheeks she wanted nothing more than to just run away and think about what he had just said to her. It didn't look like he was going to give her much room to do that though so (Y/N) had to think of something to say quick.

"I assumed you returned my feelings with all of constant flirting."

"Well yeah but..." (Y/N) trailed off.

"See? There's nothing to worry about it."

"The way you said it though." (Y/N) pointed out. "You said lovers and... that's like... deep in a romantic and passionate way."

"You talk too much." Damian huffed, leaning forward to peck her on the lips.

(Y/N) was  still like a statue.

"Dang, little Robin has some moves!" One of the drug dealers cheered for Damian. Damian simply puffed out his chest in pride.

"What? This is the first time I've seen you tongue tied." Damian teased.

"S-Shut up."