Barbara dramatically rolled her eyes, sneering as she shook her head. “Here I thought I was in shape. Never good enough for the great and powerful Red Hood.” She slid her right hand over the crest of his shoulder, splayed hand sitting high on his back. Her gaze fluttered away from his face, casually hanging on the imposing horizon surrounding them. The streets, the rooftops, had become completely and utterly theirs in the last year. If possible she felt more at ease and comfortable with him than anyone else and she felt the contentment relax her shoulders down.
“French assassin.” She rolled the words over her tongue a few times as if trying to physically taste the preposterous statement. If it had been anyone else she wouldn’t have even remotely believed them. “Of course.” A sincere laugh escaped her mouth as she rested her head lightly against the armor covering his chest. “Once upon a time I was a classically trained dancer, anything you can throw at me, I can take.”
Letting out a small satisfied sigh, Barbara nodded her head. “Pretty sure the secret thing was all your idea. Didn’t want to hurt your reputation, or didn’t want your friends making fun of you for hanging out with a bat. I don’t answer to anyone, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Explains the mile long legs. Ballet, i always assumed. You move like…”
He stopped, aware of the small blush creeping up his face.
“Like moonlight on a snowbank. Soft and smooth and silent, like you’re not really part of the world.” Embarrassed, he shrugged. “Weightless, Batsie. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and I’ve grown up around killers and ninjas since i was four feet tall.”
“You’re totally alone when I’m not around? No one running logistics in your ear, nothing tying you to help? That’s risky, Batsie. You never know what dangerous killer might decide to make a move on you, take you by surprise on a secluded area.” As he spoke, he leaned closer to her, his words barely carrying over the traffic noises below. “People might make assumptions about your character, based on reckless behavior with a knave like me.” He kissed her, pulling her hips to his as his tongue swirled around hers.
and all of this will never be the same again 