"Why here?" Damian questioned as he helped her get the blanket out of the basket.

Marinette grinned. "No security footage."

There wasn't any good answer to that.

For a few minutes they sat in a comfortable silence and began eating their respective lunches.

Her eyebrows were scrunched up as she observed him. "Okay, I have to ask. I thought you were a vegetarian."

The fork stopped in mid air with his food still on it.

Including a piece of chicken.

"Technically you haven't asked a question yet," he told her as he wiped his face with a napkin.

Her mouth curved into a smile as she lightly punched his shoulder. "You know what I mean."

"I do support vegetarian ideals and I often choose to go for vegetarian alternatives. It just happens that it isn't currently possible for me to go full out." He shrugged. "I usually stick to chicken or fish when I eat meat."

"Huh. That's good to know."

He didn't tell her that vegetarianism wasn't any easy route to take when persuing the path of a vigilante.

And she might be curious about those circumstances, but she didn't ask.

"Most girls wouldn't like hearing that their boyfriend had to research the topic of dates."

He screwed up his face. "But it's true."

The corners of her mouth quirked up. "People don't always like the truth."

This had been part of her plan.

In the back of her head she'd noticed how he always seemed to relax just a bit when no cameras were around.

"I'm don't know much about the topic so then there was no other logical step than to find information. For an example multiple websites stated that many females appreciate romantic gestures. I still don't understand what qualifies..."

He was cut off by her snickering.

The smile she sent him was blinding. "Don't worry about that. You're doing perfectly as it is and I'll handle anything else."

He passed her another piece of the chocolate bar.

"Your turn," he told her.

She munched on the chocolate as she thought it over.

Then she snapped her fingers when she thought of something. "I once went a whole day in school without realising I'd forgotten to put on my shoes that morning."

"Are you serious?"

She nodded. "As a heartattack. But next topic. Erm... Something unbelievable you've managed to pull off."

He also used some time to think it over properly.

"I once aquired an army of chickens and managed to hide them from father for 2 weeks."

She leaned in."What happened when he found out?"

The smirk he delivered was a piece of art. "How do you think we always have fresh eggs these days?"

"Yeah, we're going to Gotham Museum after lunch. I'm just planning to work on Tim's jacket in the evening."

He blinked a few times. "You slipped on a candy wrapper and went flying down two sets of stairs while still coming out unharmed?"

"Yep."

The p popped and she took some more crisps from the bag.

She enjoyed how his eyes squinted as he tried to connect the new information.

"You leaped across rooftops not one hour ago."

"I was very clumsy up until Mama had enough with all the scares and signed me up for a crash course in gymnastics."

She glared at him.

He glared at her.

They both refused to break eye contact.

War had been declared and neither would step down until they reached victory.

Even as their arms started to shake.

They would not back down.

Their competitiveness wouldn't allow it.

It didn't end until their arms gave out and they crumbled into a heap on the ground.

The worst thing was that they couldn't agree whose handstand lasted the longest.

She reached for another strawberry. "You make it sound like Dick and Barbara are dating."

"Have." Damian shook his head as he too took another one of the delicious berries. "They broke up."

Her eyebrows knitted together. "And they still managed to stay friends?"

"Depends on the week. Their relationship is a rollercoaster I'm not going to try to comprehend." He rolled his eyes. "I think they might be on a break right now, but who knows?"

"No, but I'm serious." She changed her position for more comfort. "What's your favourite dessert?"

His nose twitched. "I'm not sure. I don't particularly like sweets. They taste too fabricated."

Her gasp could probably be heard all across the city. "You're going to have to try some authentic Dupain-Cheng pastries!"

"That sounds terrible."

"You'd be completely correct." He sighed loudly. "Galas aren't particularly fun. Most of the attendants are stuffy rich people without a care in the world. They demand your attention and you get pulled up to dance innumerable times."

That made her perk up.

"Does that mean you know how to dance?"

"Unfortunately."

She clapped her hands together with enthusiasm. "I've always wanted to learn. Would you be able to teach me?"

And he somehow agreed.

She wasted no time.

In mere moments she was standing and beckoning him up.

"Now?" he asked her caught of guard. "We don't even have any music."

She handed him her phone. "You know what kind we need."

That was how he ended up showing her the steps on a rooftop in the middle of Gotham.

His hand rested on her back as he held her close and they slowly moved to the music.

"I feel like you tricked me into doing something romantic."

"Don't pretend you're not enjoying it."

He didn't argue with that.