"I see you picked the dress I suggested."

"Well, duh, Wayne. You liked it. Of course I'd wear it."

Their footfalls were louder here than they had been in the ballroom, couples dancing and eating treats. He had seen his father speaking with Grayson, both firmly distracted by the tanned, red-headed girl the younger man had on his arm.

"You all have something with gingers, don't you?"

"Tch, what are you talking about, Iris?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Irey shook her head, glancing around in the hallway they had escaped into. Old photographs and paintings dotted the walls periodically, doors coming every now and then. Damian was caught off guard as Irey paused, reaching over to a door they came across and fumbling with the handle.

"You do know that is a closet?"

"I do now."

It wasn't locked and swung open, and with a grunt of surprise she tugged him in and shut the door behind them. He caught a glimpse of a grin on her face, her breath tickling her cheek.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing more than a syllable came out before she kissed him. That was all it took; he didn't bother speaking any further, his disdainful confusion from a few moments ago disappearing. She smelled like lotion and lipstick, running her fingers through his hair, nails on his scalp.

"Was a closet really necessary? We could have found a much more suitable place—"

"Oh, shush." She drew in a breath, and he felt her move, but unable to see what she was doing. "You've never done something on a whim before, have you?"

"…Tch, no."

He could practically hear her roll her eyes, letting out a laugh. Damian felt her before he heard her move, planting another kiss on his lips, softer this time than before. The door opened slightly, the redhead peering out, before opening the door fuller. He could only catch a glimpse of her pink cheeks and how she tugged at her dress before she was back out in the hallway, the click of her heels telling him he needed to follow behind.

The red-head was still speaking to Bruce, head tilted and eyebrows brought together in a bit of confusion. It didn't take long for the oldest Robin to catch sight of them, Irey holding his hand behind his back, tracing patterns on the back of his hand as they approached.

Both of them paused in surprise as the grown man began to sputter in laughter, elbowing Bruce in the ribs and tilting his head toward the teens.

"What is so funny, Grayson?" He snapped, narrowing his eyes and taking a few steps closer to the trio. In an expression that nearly mirrored his sons, Bruce looked between the two teens.

"Perhaps next time, you will consider going to the bathroom before returning to the party."

"I do not understand what you're implying." A sneer. "We've been here the whole time, father."

"You have lipstick on your face, Lil' D," Dick cut in, grinning at the pair. Damian grabbed ahold of Irey's hand again, taking off down the same hallway they'd just come from.

"You're going to remove that from my face."

"I'm sorry!It's not suppose to come off!"

Dick's heckling could be heard down the hall.