"What do you think?" I asked the dynamic duo, twirling on the spot. Alfred had spent the better part of the day helping me create my own costume. Okay, it might have been more like I came up with ridiculous ideas and he tried to convince me of the impossibility and impracticality of wings while syimotanisely measuring me. I mean, I could just shape-shift so I fit it, but the whole point of the thick, bullet-proof material was so if I lost my powers I wasn't helpless. It was mainly black, with crimson boots and gloves. My cape was black on the outside, with the red on the inside, matching my gloves and boots. I had a belt that was similar to Robin's, but not bright yellow. It contained pretty much the same stuff as Batman's and Robin's belts, a 'just in case' sort of thing. I pushed my hood back slightly, leaving it on, but letting the guys see my mask. The mask didn't cover my eyes, like their's did, instead it had eye holes in it. I had tried having a lens over it, but it irritated my eyes, so now the lens were in a dustpan somewhere in a million pieces. "Why do you have a mask?" Robin asked.
"You see these," I said, tracing the long parts on each side of my mask, "They contain a lock pick and a small blade. I've noticed that, for some reason, bad guy tend to leave the masks on until the very end. So why not put something in it?" I smirked, feeling smart about my amazing idea.
"You shouldn't have a hood," Batman commented. I pouted. This was not the reaction I was looking for. Hey guys, I have a new kick ass costume! Can you please tell me everything that's wrong with it? Thanks.
"Why not?"
"Because people can do this," he said, pulling my hood over my eyes. Using this distraction, he kicked my leg out from underneath me. I landed on my arse with a thump, and I heard Dick's trademark cackle. I lifted the hood to catch a glimpse of smile that quickly faded from Batman's face. He held a hand out and helped me to my feet, and I rubbed my tailbone. "Why is Green Arrow allowed a hood?"
"Because he fights at a distance, and a hood isn't likely to be a probably. You, however, fight close combat, in which case a hood is dangerous."
"Well, you're, um..." I couldn't think of anything, and when the Bat turned and sat back down at the bat computer, I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I saw that." I promptly put my tongue back in my mouth. Dick came to stand next to me, his laughter louder now that it was closer. "Oh yeah, like your first costume design was perfect!"
"At least I didn't have Batman beat me on my arse!" I turned to face the boy wonder. "Maybe, but how many times has Batman beaten you on your arse vs how many times anyone has beaten me?"
"I've been with him for years! Doesn't count!"
"How many time have I beaten you?"
"I let you that time!" God he was cute when he was pouty.
"And all those other times?" I smirked, then lunged at him. I playfully tackled him to the ground, our combined laughters echoing throughout the cave. After much squirming I managed to pin him down, my knees on either side of his waist and a wrist in each hand. Our laughter died down slightly, and I allowed him to wriggle his hands free. He put them behind my neck and brought my head down slightly so he could press his lips to mine. I eagerly kissed him back, dipping slightly lower so as to kiss him better.
The slight sound of material brushing was my only warning as suddenly I was pulled up into the air by my cape, dangling a good three feet off the ground. I was rotated slightly so I was looking the Bat in the eyes. I swallowed hard, heated blood rushing to my cheeks and turning my face a crimson that matched my outfit. Okay, a make out session with Dick probably wasn't the best idea when daddybat was in the same room. Or you know, on the same planet. He dropped me and walked off, surprising me when he gave me nothing more than a glare. But I guess this was kind of worse. Now I had no idea how or when he was going to get me back. Thin fingers slid into the gaps between mine, and I felt Robin give me a reassuring squeeze. I smiled."I'm going to get changed into normal clothes, then do you want to watch a movie?"
"Sure. Bats is okay with that, right Bruce?" The young acrobat looked at his mentor with a grin on his face, waiting for an answer.
"Door stays open," the forever grouchy man replied. I laughed as I ran off, getting changed like lightning and coming to stand beside Dick again.
Bruce walked into the room and gave me a glare that would have made weaker men crumble. Still, I was very comfortable with my head pillowed in Dick's lap, so I ignored it. But there is only so long one can ignore a Batglare, and it was only moments later that I felt a sudden weight on my feet. I jumped up, springing off the couch like a frightened cat. He sat on me. Bruce had just sat on me. I sent back a glare of my own, then sat back down, my head back where it was before and my legs sprawled across the feared daddybat's lap. He sighed, and I smirked.
Half an hour later, the movie finished, and it was sort of late. Dick had fallen asleep, and I was only half awake. I felt Dick disappear and I knew Bruce was taking him up to his room. I stood up, rubbing my eyes and dragging my feet up the stairs. I walked like a zombie into the room I had claimed as my own, and was only partly surprised to see Bruce waiting for me there. I crawled into my bed, not completely ignoring him, but letting him know whatever he says better be important.
"What are you doing?" I turned slightly to look at the man as he spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"With Dick. What are you doing?"
"Having a relationship, I guess."
"Why?" I sighed.
"Because, he's the first good thing that's ever happened to me, and I'll be damned if I let you get in the way of that." The man nodded, standing and walking towards the door. He paused for a second, not looking at me, but clearly still speaking to me. "Just... Don't hurt him."
"I would give my life for your little bird. Just like you would." There was no evidence of the Batman now, just a father who smiled and shut the door, leaving me and my thoughts alone.