Disclaimer; I do not own any characters, apart from those I have created. :)

so my exams are finished, finally. Not getting the results until August which suuucks. I know I have an A in Drama, but I need to know my written Drama results until I can celebrate. The two scores combine to give an overall. I need 22 marks in the written to keep the A or 12 for a B! Review aswell pwease :3

Damian watched Irey interact with some of the guests at the Gala. Her red hair was hidden under a black wig. Wally pointed out how it made her look like Linda. Her dress was the same one she had wore to the school dance but she still looked astounding.

Not that he'd admit that to her or anyone else. He could appreciate her natural beauty, intellegence and talents to himself and tease her relentlessly at the same time.

" She's a natural."

Damian turned and nodded with a smile, " Father."

" You better go and get her. It's getting late. We don't want Wally becoming frantic now, do we?" Bruce smiled a little, a hand pressing against his son's back.

Damian shook his head and made his way through the crowd, taking Irey's arm to tell her it was time to go. Irey bid goodbye to the two women she was talking with and waved goodbye to Mar'i and Nell.

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It was quiet on the way back to the Manor. Wally had agreed that he'd meet them there and, true to his word, The Flash was waiting outside the door, chatting to Alfred.

" Hey Dad." Irey called giving him a hug. Wally grinned at her, pulling off the wig. " Hey! Gimme." Irey laughed.

" There's my girl. Red and all." He turned to Dick, " Thanks for time keepin', man."

Dick shrugged, " Figured you'd have a heart attack if she was even a milisecond late,"

Wally glared half-heartedly at his friend as Irey went inside to get changed for the run home and Damian followed her in.

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" Uh, thanks for inviting me...it was kinda fun." Irey called from the bathroom

" Let's just hope," Damian sat down on his bed, " You won't be all over the papers and magazines tomorrow." He started to undo his cuffs and tie, tossing it off to the side as Irey emerged from the bathroom with her cowl down. " I can't get the zip up, can you..." She turned around.

" Yeah, sure." Damian came up behind her and tugged at the zipper, it wouldn't budge after the first few attempts but eventually it worked. " Right, that's you."

" Thank you." She pulled up her cowl and stretched her goggled down over her eyes, the entire room going yellow to her. Damian grinned and gestured behind her in the bathroom. Irey looked confused before she realised what he was getting at. " Oh, right. Bag, bag, bag." She bounced into the doorway and snatched it from the floor, stuffing a few strands of the wig inside and sealing it.

" How does that bag survive the trip again?" Damian raised an eyebrow.

" It's made of the same material as our suits and then some other stuff to make it sturdy. The straps are ajustable so I'm not going to accidently smack some poor dude in the face at the speed of light." She giggled.

He rolled his eyes, " You better head off. I can hear your father questioning why it's taking so long."

" He would." Irey muttered shouldering the bag. She was about to leave when Damian cleared his throat.

" Uh aren't you forgetting something?"

" No, I have everything...why?"

Damian turned his head to the side and tapped his cheek with his index finger three times, " You were my date for this evening, Iris. Usually before a lady leaves this happens."

Irey stuttered but moved closer anyway, standing up on her tiptoes and pecking his cheek. She stumbled a quick reply, flushed pink and darted away.

Damian fell back on his bed laughing.

He couldn't wait for the weekend.