It had been almost two whole month since Damian had met Svetlana. She considered him a friend, despite not knowing his identity. He didn't want to admit it but he quite enjoyed her company.

He liked how gentle and sophisticated her touch was when she stitched up the side of his face or any part of him. He liked how human she was. He liked how she led the conversations. He liked that it never felt like she was coming onto him — at least not sexually. He liked how human he felt around her.

Despite having her number, Damian had not yet used it. He tried to only appear when she was in.

Svetlana enjoyed the mystery of not knowing who Robin was. It made talking to him so much easier. How could he judge her if she couldn't put a name or a face to an alias? It was almost like he wasn't real, but he was, she could feel the side of his face resting in one of her palms as she angled his head.

"This is becoming a little to normal." She commented, her breath brushing his face as she leaned closer to the cut to inspect it.

"You say it like it's a bad thing."

"It's not, having you around makes me feel wanted." She told him, cleaning the cut. An apology in Russian left her lips when she winced.

Damian moved his head, after finding out the position she had placed his head at was painful. It almost felt like his neck was ripping from one side of body.

"What are you doing."

Damian let out a tut. "Ending the world."

"Please, I'd easily let you end mine." She told him lowly, gently flicking his nose.

Damian screwed his face up, smacking her hand away as she laughed. "Disgusting."

"Stop moving you're head, it's already difficult with the mask, you can deal with neck cramp if I have to work around a mask."

Damian huffed at as she harshly ragged his head around until she found the perfect angle for the light and in order to work.

Svetlana wasn't as gentle with her movements as she normally was, at a guess something was bothering her. She clearly didn't care for personal space, not that that was surprising — but it be completely fair the lighting in her family home was beyond awkward and terrible.

Hence why her bent leg was resting upon his lap, her knee digging into him.

Damian was doing his best to shut of his mind — and to ignore the fact that her knee was really uncomfortable.

Svetlana cleaned the blood that was mixed in with sweat in his hairline. "You know, you don't have to keep getting hurt to see me."

"Tt. Don't think so highly of yourself?"

"Need I remind you who's in control here."

"Me, I am always in control."

"Ok, Симпатичный мальчик." Pretty boy

Damian narrowed his eyes at her. "What are you calling me?"

"It's been two months, I haven't told you, give up."

"You will eventually."

Svetlana looked at him, pausing what she was doing. "Is this an enemies to lovers romance book?"

"No."

"Then I won't." She told him, moving one of her hands to pat his chest. Upon doing so she got back to work in scrubbing away the blood and sweat. "Could you not bleed and sweat so much before coming here?"

Damian pulled a face. "Sorry, so inconsiderate of me."

"You sound like someone, I can't place who." Svetlana mumbled to herself.

"You don't know me."

"Whatever you say." Svetlana muttered, patting his chest with the back of her hand.

Svetlana was finally pleased to get the blood and sweat from his hair line, and relaxed her body — which ended up with her straddling Damian's lap.

The two teens were in silence as Svetlana narrowed her eyes at him. She was trying to figure out why his voice was so familiar.

Damian placed his hands on her waist, gently moving her off him.

Svetlana, still in a state of concentration, had not noticed she had been moved. Her breath was held as she thought — a habit she was still to break. It was a new habit she had acquired in a maths class. It was habit that started when she was waiting in anticipation, and had developed into when she was concentrating on things difficult to work out.

Damian clicked in her face, receiving not response. She was in a trance and not breathing and he was very confused and a little worried. Not that he wanted to admit to that.

To say the least, Damian Wayne was a little surprised at how long she could hold her breath. But he didn't really want to test how long she could hold it nor did he want to be some what responsible if she collapsed or died on him.

Damian took either sides of her faces in to his hands and blew, jolting her back into the land of the living.

Svetlana looked at him with confusion, breathing almost normally with very little change. She was use to holding her breath and had been trained to go long period time not breathing.

"Hi." She whispered, her hands around his wrists.

"I don't want to kiss you."

"I never said you did."