I'm probably gonna write an imbetween story before this one and after Little Red about Livy's training and all. Please tell me what you think! :)

L.L.A.P

~Laces

Livy quickly ducked at the punch coming her way, and went for the his ankle, making him trip.

"You little…" Livy ducked as he quickly got back on his feet and tried to kick her in the face. she grabbed his foot, and pushed him back on the ground. Livy straddled him and started to punch him in the face. however, he grabbed her fist, and pushed her back, now straddling her. He grabbed Livy's wrists, pinning them to the ground. She struggled, trying to muster up all her strength to break free, but he pressed hard on her wrists, putting his entire weight on her chest.

Livy breathed heavily, glaring at him, and he couldn't hide his smirk.

"It's been some time." He informed.

"Five years." Livy stated, breathing hard due to the pressure on her chest. "But I have been to G-Gotham before." She informed taking a deep breath. "A lot."

"So you've been here even after we last saw each other?" he questioned.

"Yes. But you've always been busy." She informed. He looked at her, his blue eyes locked on her brown ones. She couldn't help but smirk.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you missed me."

"Tt. You are simply a nuisance that I do not trust." He sneered as he got off of her.

Damian Wayne a.k.a Robin stood in front of Livy with his arms crossed.

"Why'd you attack me?" Livy inquired once she caught her breath back, and stood to her feet.

"I did not recognize you, and once I did, you wouldn't stop hitting me." He informed with a shrug, and Livy chuckled.

"Admit it, you liked fighting me. Was I a challenge to you?" she questioned, and Damian rolled his eyes.

"Tt. I was raised by assassins. Your martial arts are nowhere in comparison to my skills." He stated, crossing his arms.

"You're so full of yourself D…Robin." Livy informed. She then unclasped one of the guns from her hip and twirled it around. "But, I betcha I could beat you at target practice. I'm really good with guns." She informed. Damian glared at the girl, and in a heartbeat had the gun in his left hand, while his right hand was placed on her stomach.

"You and guns do not have a good history." Damian stated, poking Livy's stomach where she was shot.

"No, me and people with guns don't have a good history." She corrected. "And I'm the one controlling the gun. It's a tool." Damian looked at the gun in her hand.

"Third generation Glock 17C." he stated. "9 mm 16 rounds."

"17 rounds, actually." Livy smirked, grabbing the gun from Damian's hand, and putting it back in her holder.

"Do not be a smart ass." Damian grunted.

"I'm right though." Livy stated. Damian was silent. He didn't know what to say to that. So, changing the subject seemed good to him.

"Your costume looks… acceptable." He nodded. Livy's costume was a black long sleeve shirt that was made of a Kevlar material with a red bat symbol on her chest, similar to Jason's. She wore tight flexible pants that seemed to be made of the same material as her shirt. On her hips were gun holders and a red belt. On her feet were sturdy black boots and on her hands were black gloves. She wore a red domino mask and a red cape with a hood on it. Her blond hair was hidden in the hood, but Damian could see it was in a ponytail.

All in all, it was a very good costume, and to Damian, it seemed to add about two more years to her age.

"Acceptable. Aw, thanks Damian. I think that's the closest you ever came to a compliment." Livy chuckled as she seemed to dance mindlessly on the rooftop to the music of the honking cars below.

"Little Red, right?" Damian questioned, and Livy nodded her head.

"Yup."

Damian looked at her curiously. She still seemed like that nine year old he met five years ago. She acted the same.

"Why are you here alone? Where is your father?"

"Jason's at the warehouse with Kor'i and Roy. I think he might be visiting Ramon too. We always visit Ramon." She smiled. "I was just out doing… stuff. I would've gone out in my civvies, but I dressed for the occasion if I came across any thugs." She smirked.

"What exactly is 'stuff'?" Damian questioned.

"If you must know, I was visiting my mom's grave. I always have to talk to her when I come here." Livy informed.

"So you talk to your dead mother yet you never talk to me?" Damian questioned with a hint of agitation in his voice.

"If I'm not mistaking, the last thing you said to me was, 'Thank god you are leaving. You are such a nuisance of a child.'" Livy stated.

"I… was not as mature as I am now. I did want to see you again." He informed. Livy raised an eyebrow.

"You actually wanted to see me?" Livy questioned in disbelief.

"Of course I did, I…" Damian was cut off as the ground shook.

"That was an explosion." Livy stated, and looked around. Her eyes locked on a cloud of smoke coming from a building nearby.

"C'mon Robin, let's check it out." Livy smiled as she started to run in the direction of the smoke. Damian sighed, and followed after her.