The edges of Gotham began to dissolve around them, and for a moment she was no longer moving, just standing in awe of poetic words and pure praise. Then instantly she was hyper aware; pink clambered up her neck, staining her cheeks. Embarrassment coated her mouth and words stuck somewhere in the back of her throat.“What can I say risky is my middle name. Although, typically my middle name is stubborn.” Her mouth softened into a smile as she tipped her chin up, attempting to keep him at eye level. “Does anyone ever truly work alone in this city? Don’t worry about me, Hood. I do alright.” Barbara shrugged, sarcastic lilt spilling over her tongue.
“Maybe I like the assumptions ––” Before she could conclude her statement, he had pulled her dangerously close, lips meeting and connecting seamlessly. Her muscles felt like they were thawing, arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders.
He pulled away, turning back to face the city. “It doesn’t really matter, anyway. If you’re not bothered, then why should I be?”
A plume of smoke drifted east, contrasting starkly against the black waters. Sirens echoed against concrete and stone, sending a confusing array of noise at the pair of vigilantes. It didn’t make for a very romantic setting. Jay’s phone pulsed, an update from Henri. [Arsenal took a bullet in Trillium Park. He’s back at HQ. Starfire is en route to the Mob scuffle on Channel Island.] He looked back up, frowning.
“Batsie…I should get going. Duty calls."
One last kiss, and he was over the edge, slipping his helmet on as he free-fell to the ground. A grapple stopped his momentum, and he was on his bike in minutes.
So much for normal.
and all of this will never be the same again 