I've never been the best with my mouth

Try to stay smart but the dumb comes out

Maybe I'm shy, I drive an old car

Maybe I'm amazed that I got this far

Right Girl, by The Maine

Damian and Stephanie do not belong to me. Stacey is my own.

Chapter 3: Because I Felt Like It

Damian showed up at the park the next day, expecting to see Stacey taking pictures of birds again. He leaned against a tree, waiting somewhat patiently. As he waited, he remembered the events that happened last night.

The night was dark, and Batgirl and Robin were out on patrol.

"So when are you going to go on that date of yours, Damian?" Steph asked, leaping from building to building.

Damian had followed behind. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She stopped, and rolled her eyes. "That little girl… Stacey."

Damian cringed. "I don't like girls."

Steph laughed. "Do you think they have cooties?"

"Cooties aren't real." He said sternly.

"Oh, lighten up, junior."

"Shut up, fatgirl!"

"Damian's got a girlfriend! Damian's got a girlfriend!" She chanted.

He blushed, and turned to hide it from her. He would get back at Stephanie for this someday. Mark his words.

He shook his head, now back to reality. He looked around, and saw a girl with blonde hair take a picture of a bench. He smirked. It was Stacey.

He walked up to her, then jumped and yelled. "Boo!"

She turned around, frightened. "Ah!"

He couldn't help it, and started laughing. She glared at him. "Really, Damian? Again!"

"I had to. It's too much fun."

Stacey sighed, and sat on the bench. "You're just like them…"

Damian stopped. "What are them?"

"Oh, it's nothing…"

"Tell me." He demanded her.

"No." She turned, her back facing him. "You'll laugh at me."

"Maybe, maybe not." He shrugged, and sat next to her.

She sighed. He was he going to tell? So, she would tell him…

"You're like the boys at school who pick on me."

He started to grin, but when she shot him an angry look it turned into a smirk. "Well, I'm a boy. It's only natural then."

"I knew it… I guess we can't be friends."

"Wait! What?" He asked. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, it's hard to be friends with bullies."

"…" He sighs. "I'm going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Wh- Why-?"

"Because I feel like it!" He yelled.

She nodded, waiting for his answer.

"I… act this way because I don't know you well."

"Oh." That was all she could say. "Well, we can play the questions game… if you want."

"The questions game?" He asked. "What's that?"

She giggled into her palm. "You ask a question about the other person. I'll go first." She readjusts herself, facing Damian.

"What's your color?"

"Green."

"Good. Now ask me a question."

Damian thought hard. "Your favorite… color." Okay, so he couldn't think of anything. So what?

"Pink."

"Such a girly color…"

"Well, I like girly things." She huffed, crossing her arms. "Favorite… food."

He had to think for a second. He didn't like this game. It gave out personal information. "Classified."

Stacey blinked. "Well, I like milkshakes... and strawberry is my favorite!"

"Because it's pink?"

"No, because it's strawberry."

"Oh." Maybe he'd have to get used to it if he wanted friends. This'll show Steph he can make real friends and not always hang out with her.

The game went on and on, it seemed like. The two were exhausted by the end of it, and now both could say they now have what they never had: Friendship.

Author's note: I just wrote 3 chapters in a day. I think I'm done for now. Alert, Review, Follow, whatever.