Couple

Damian narrowly dodged a small dagger being thrown at his head and rolled his eyes, taking the dagger out of the wall. "Oh, real mature, Raven," he snapped at the young woman glaring daggers at him. "What are we? Two?"

"Shut the hell up, Damian," hissed Raven. "or next time I won't miss."

Damian sighed. "What did I do this time?" She was obviously angry with him. Why, he didn't quite know.

Her glare seemed to intensify as she closed the distance between them, their noses nearly touching. "Gee, I don't know. How about the fact that you nearly fucking exposed us?"

Damian, once again, rolled his eyes. "Beloved, you're overreacting," he muttered.

This seem to infuriate his girlfriend even more. "Overreacting?" she repeated. "You killed a goddamn cop. That's enough for the death penalty, Damian Wayne." She turned away from him, clearly extremely angry with him.

Shit, the full name. She was pissed. "Beloved, relax," he told her calmly. "They can't enact the death penalty if they can't catch us."

Raven whipped around to face him. "Yeah? What if they do? Thanks to your little stunt, they know about us."

He rolled his eyes for the third time. "They've always known about us, Raven," he pointed out. "Now they just know that we're not some ragtag band of ingrates. Now they know how dangerous we are."

Raven looked at him pointedly. "Dangerous enough to take one of their own?"

"Exactly."

Raven groaned. "You're going to get us killed one of these days," she told him.

Damian smirked. "Never, Beloved." He looped an arm around her waist and uttered into her ear, "Are you still upset with me?"

Raven shivered slightly. "I don't know," she answered. "I'll think about it."

Damian spun her around and claimed her lips with his own. "How about now?" he murmured against her mouth.

She sighed against him, moving her lips in sync with his. "I hate you," she muttered in between kisses.

"I love you too, Beloved."