Rex and I hung out until it started to get dark. Then he dropped me off, even promised without my asking that he would not stay around and spy on me and whoever my date was.

The park looked emptier than usual, which was fine. Not that there was much there anyway. Only place where grass grew in all of Gotham, besides possibly in Ivy's room. It was a sad little park, so not many people visited it anyway. I loved it, though. It was always quiet.

I didn't have to wait as long for Robin. But Batman was walking right behind him. Robin did not look pleased.

I stood. Robin's hand reached towards mine, but he didn't dare grasp it with Batman there.

"Another attempt to convince me to check myself into Arkham?" I stared up at him and thought about Rex's comment earlier in the day. I almost started gagging.

"No. Here to tell you that if you hurt Robin, I will see to it that you never leave Arkham." His voice was dark.

"What are you, his mom?" I ran my fingers back through my hair.

Robin looked extremely uncomfortable.

"I hadn't exactly planned on hurting him in the first place. You seem to forget that I've only known Rex for a couple of days. I'm not his clone, much as you seem to think it." I shuddered at that thought.

Batman didn't seem satisfied with that answer. "I've said my piece." He looked at Robin. "Anyone involved with the Joker can only mean trouble. You understand that?"

"Yes, mom." He said under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I said 'yes mom'." He said it louder.

Batman looked like he wanted to hit Robin. I had to admit, I was impressed with him behaving like a little shit. Made him seem more human.

"I don't trust you." Batman said to me.

"Yeah, I can tell." I snapped. "I don't care."

Poor Robin.

Batman left in a huff. He looked way too flustered to be the calm, collected Batman I had always heard about. What was his damage?

"He isn't really your mom, is he?" I said when he was out of earshot to Robin.

Robin laughed, his nervousness leaving through the giggle.

"Because I'm totally okay with that, that's cool, I'd just like to know what kind of force I piss off on a regular basis."

"No, he's not my mom." Robin finally took my hand. He looked much more relaxed.

"Hey…" I noticed something was different about him. "New suit?"

"You like it?" He turned to show me from every angle.

It was pretty close to his old one, except instead of having green boots and gloves they were black. They also looked thinner, somehow, less comical. He looked like he might have been a threat. Except maybe for his cloak. I could never take a man in a cloak very seriously. He still had the big yellow R on his chest, right over his heart.

"I like it." I nodded. "Sleek. Slick. Lookin' good, boy wonder."

"Thanks." He grinned. "So, about dinner…"

"What, did mom cancel our plans?" My eyes narrowed and darted around as if I could point out Batman in the dark.

"No, no, I was just wondering where you wanted to go." He shook his head.

I shrugged. Anywhere was fine by me.

We wound up at an all-night Waffle House that was only a block away. Robin looked disappointed that I didn't take him up on his offer to ride his bike, but the place was right there. There was no point to start up his engine to ride one block.

"I have always kind of wondered," I said as we entered. "How do you even put gas in those machines? Like, can you just go up to a gas station and fill up?"

Robin giggled. "All the questions you could ask, and that's the one you start with?"

The Waffle House workers were surprised, but courteous of course. They were never anything but kind. When would they ever get a chance to see Robin out and about? Did superheroes even eat? Weren't they like immortal or something? They gossiped about who I was, naturally, and one of them recalled watching me on the news, flipping a car. Apparently local papers were wondering if I was the next Rex.

My waffle was brought to me, while Robin got a big breakfast plate with a side of hashbrowns. Hm. I looked to the plate, then my scarf. Hadn't thought this through.

"Batman has pictures of you. I've already seen what you're hiding." Robin picked up his fork. "Frankly, I don't know why you're hiding them from me. I'd like to see you smile one of these days."

I felt my cheeks heat up. I slowly undid the scarf and laid it to the side. Silently, I picked up the fork and began cutting into my waffle.

"Much better." Robin smiled, pleased. "I like seeing your pretty face."

I smiled too, but it was a closed-mouth smile. Arg, I couldn't get comfortable with my shark mouth exposed.

"He was upset because he lost a close friend to the Joker." Robin said suddenly. "It was a long time ago, but it still hurts him. The kid was in my boat. He was Robin." His voice lowered, not that the Waffle House staff was listening.

Oh snap. That was why he was on my case so bad. He thought he was gonna lose another one.

"Rex thinks that I'm dating Batman." I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Actually, he thinks I'm screwing Batman."

Robin's jaw dropped. "What the hell did you say to convince him of that?"

"I told them I was home late because I was out on a date, and when they asked who I just said Batman." I shrugged. "Of course they didn't believe me, so when Rex asked me again, I said Robin. So then they definitely didn't believe me. Then there was a coin flip and it was decided that I'm dating Batman, whom, according to Rex would not be able to satisfy me because he is too old."

If Robin's jaw could drop any lower it might have fallen off.

"Y-you, you said… and they…" He sputtered.

"Yup." I smiled widely.

He stopped before he could say anything and just stared at my mouth. I quickly shut it. He turned red.

Dammit, my shark mouth, oh damn it all!

"That's not—"

"I should go." I reached for my scarf and pulled my wallet from my pocket. I quickly laid a twenty on the table, one of many that Rex had given me after I won him a backpack full of money.

"No, Harmony, stop for five seconds." He stood with me and grabbed my hand. "Look, I was just… I just can't…"

I waited for him to speak.

"You're freaking out because I looked at your mouth." He said. "Why?"

"You were… staring…" I winced.

"So? I like your face, it's pretty. Smile included." He argued. "Sit and eat waffles, please."

"But…"

"Harmony, I don't just like half your face. Just like I don't just like half your arm or half your leg. I like all of you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." He smiled gently and squeezed my hand.

"Then why did you stop talking?" I was freaking out and I couldn't stop, even with all the nice things he had just said. Hell, how did I get that insecure?

He quickly kissed my lips and turned red as he backed away.

Wait… what?

"Because I thought about doing that." He bit his lip. "Was that okay?"

I just nodded. I had gone into shock. I wondered if my skin actually turned red when I blushed.

"Please, sit. Eat your waffles and put that twenty back in your wallet. Dinner is on me tonight." He motioned to the booth.

I sat down in a stupor, but I refused to put the twenty back. If it wasn't going toward food, it could be tip money. Might as well tip them well, they were pretending they didn't see anything that had just happened. Robin just rolled his eyes.

He paid for dinner. The twenty didn't move from the table until after we were out of the restaurant, when I'm sure our waitress had scooped it up.

"So… Something to get off my chest…" Robin said as we walked.

"Hm?" I fixed my scarf, feeling much more myself afterward.

"I looked through the file Batman has on you."

"I have a file?" My interest was piqued.

"It's pretty thin." He shrugged. "But, I know what you went through in the hospital."

"Should be pretty thick, then."

"Thin compared to his other files."

"Oh. I imagine a life of crime would be much thicker?"

"Much." He nodded. "Does it bother you?"

"That Batman is such a stalker? Yeah. A little. But like you said about the NSA and all that. Somebody somewhere has access to all my information. Should it surprise me that Batman has it?"

"I thought it would." He frowned.

"I don't have a private life anymore. I don't even know whose house I live in." I made a face. "I've been poked and prodded at. Him knowing everything doesn't make me any more or less worried. So I guess it doesn't."

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

"For what?"

He shrugged. He didn't know. He apologized for no reason again.

"You don't need to say you're sorry. You haven't done anything wrong." On the contrary, Robin, you have done everything right.

Robin smiled and squeezed my hand. "So I can't hang out with you tomorrow, Batman's orders, but the day after is free and clear."

"Sounds great. Same place?"

"Same place. Can I drop you off at home?"

"Yeah." I spouted out Rex's home address without thinking. If there was one thing I could remember, it was an address. No idea why, couldn't tell you dates or times without a planner in my face, but I could remember the addresses of every house I had ever lived in.

Then I noticed we were next to a large motorcycle. Robin was grinning from ear to ear. I didn't even ask him if he was serious. I just waited for him to get on and I followed suit.

Robin took a very long way around to get me back, going very fast with very tight turns. But I didn't die. And I didn't puke. And I might have even had a good time for a little while.

He walked me to the door, and kissed me goodnight, on the lips and he moved my scarf out of the way to do it.

"See you in a couple nights." He smiled as he put his helmet back on.

"Night, Robin." I smiled at him before covering my mouth with my scarf. It almost felt kind of okay to smile without my scarf.

He saluted me before riding off into the dark.

"Huh, so you are dating Robin."

I spun around to see Joker leaning through the open window.

Shit.