"Wayne."
Someone less trained would have jumped or flinched; someone less trained would have called out, startled, at the voice in his ear. But Damian had been trained his entire life and her voice almost blended in with the patter of the rain and the rumble of the thunder, threatening of a storm that wasn't on the forecast. He didn't even glance at her, noting the reddish hue in the corner of his eye that abruptly disappeared when his mentor stiffened.
Neither of them spoke until Batman turned back around, aware of a presence he wasn't seeing, and then the red appeared in the corner of his eye again.
"I'm patrolling, West."
"Can I get a kiss?"
"I'm busy."
Bruce suddenly turned around, glaring at the space that had previously been occupied by the speedster. It was dark in the alleys they were wandering through, water still drizzling evenly and puddling in the cracked pavement. Damian motioned to the open apartment window several stories up, not saying a word as his father tilted his head back. Seeming to find the answer agreeable to what he was hearing, he continued on. His heavy footfalls and the rumble above made him ignorant to the redheaded girl as she reappeared.
There was nothing more than a muffled grunt as Irey yanked Damian back behind the corner they'd just turned, and before the dark haired boy could inject anything to stop her, she had her hands on the front of his vest, pulling him forward. Their noses bumped and he almost swore, but before he could get the word out into the humid air she was kissing him.
His resolve wasn't as it should have been, Irey noted. He didn't fight it, and she made careful not to tug too hard on his costume. His hood fell and the rain began to drizzle into his hair much like it was his; he forced her back a few steps, pinning her between himself and the brick wall of the apartment building, the roof several stories up keeping the rain from saturating his hair any further.
"We will be having a talk when we get back to the manor."
Irey startled, her flinch causing her to bite down on Damian's lower lip that she had been pulling and knocking her head against the brick wall behind her. She glanced up at the towering man behind Damian, who backpedaled to stand beside his father, his face hard to read past the green mask. The Batman was an entirely different story, and she found it hard to face him as he stared down at her. His jaw set, drawing in a deep breath.
And like that he swept away, his cape billowing behind him and a firm hand on Damian's shoulder. Irey turned to leave.
"I will be contacting your father, Iris. Perhaps he would be interested in learning why you're patrolling Gotham and not Keystone."
The horrified gasp and the splash as she ran away caused Bruce to chuckle, planting his hand in Damian's short locks.
"What am I going to do with you kids..."