✩𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕤𝕥 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤✩

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴

The two stood in silence and sighed.

“Any word from Noir?”

“Nothing,” the tall girl replied.

“It's like he and Ladybug disappeared from the news,” the mouse girl hugged the book to her chest tighter.

“Well, there haven't been any big crimes that have happened lately. The police are pretty competent these days. We should be grateful.”

Seemed like Adrien had eyes on him, too.

“Bunnyx,” the short girl says with worry in her voice. “Should… we run away-”

“No way!” She held onto the other girls' shoulders. “The Cool Cat put his trust in us for situations exactly like this.”

“But I'm scared,” Poly trembled.

Bunnyx bit her lip. “Me too, but we need to do what the adults are afraid to do. I have a plan.

The tall girl leans in closer and begins to whisper into the other's ear, prompting Damian to lean in closer. Just as he pulled out two tranquilizer darts from his utility belt, he felt a hand on the square of his back, making his open go wide through his mask.

He swung around and stabbed both darts into his assailant arm. To his surprise, it was the mouse girl he had seen through the mirror.  A double? A clone? An imposter?. Whoever she was, she squeaked, ruining the element of surprise he had over them.

“Someone's around the corner,” the double standing with bunny alerted as she pushed the other back.

“Run!”

Damian pulled out his katana as the bunny themed girl made it to the end of the drain in one leap while the mouse ran down the opposite drain.

“You've got a lot of nerve showing up here!”

Her white boot met Robin's blade with a cling.

“I'm not your enemy!”

“Didn't know that the butterfly's lackeys got PR training too,” she grunted as the speed of her kicks increased.

Robin ducked under a few kicks before he caught her foot and swung it upwards, throwing her off balance.

The moment her foot hit the ground, she spun around and connected her foot to his gut. Robin gritted his teeth through the pain before bringing his blade to her neck, making her freeze mid kick to his chin.

“Lady Noire sent me.”

“Never heard of her,” she growled.

“She knows that Mayura has been watching over her like a guardian angel. She wants to repay the favor.”

The girl put her wet foot down slowly as she studied the boy in front of her.

“What do you want?” She questioned with a clenched feet

“The same thing you do,” Robin put his katana down and showed him the R on his armor.

“Ahh, so you're the one they sent for Blackfire,” she said to his surprise. “No wonder you've been so quiet.”

“Tell me what you know,” he demanded.

“Nah-ah, let's trade. Words for words.”

Robin grunted as he pulled up his sword.

“How can trust that you or your friend would pull out any magic tricks from your hats?”

“For starters,I ain't wearing one,” she pointed, “And you haven't gone in for a killing streak, so you're desperate about what I know.”

He hummed.

“The Gym Lockers in François Dupont at 10.30 am today. No weapons, no costumes,” she said

“No can do,” he shook his head.

“Worth a try,” she kissed her teeth. “Okay, we can meet up at the same place however you want to look, but you need to bring this Lady Noire of yours with you. I'll bring Poly with me, too. Then we can talk.”

Before Robin could even object, he felt a distinct stinging on his cheek after a girl hopped past him like a blur with a snicker.

“That's for grabbing my leg!” She yelled as her footsteps moved further and further.

He tried chasing her down, but she was just too fast to consider that possibility. When he put his hand to his cheek, it was burning, making him wince.

The moment he made it back to his hotel room, the first thing he noticed was hand imprint taking up his entire cheek. That girl was incredibly fast and petty. It was giving him a migraine trying to figure out how to capture her.

So now he was zoned out, staring at Hiro's lips flap on and on over affairs he hardly cares about on zero sleep.

"So let's say she, hypothetically, became recently single, has a good work ethic, and is potentially experiencing somewhat of a heartbreak that needs... let's say a handsome dark knight such as yourself to soothe her," Hiro took a sharp inhale, "You wouldn't take the chance to ask her out on a date?"

Damian paused, mid chew of the breakfast cereal he had to sneak into his own hotel room because he was secretly missing Alfred, before he dropped his spoon into a bowl of milk and set it aside.

"No comment," he said as he straightened up against the wall in favor of leaning against it.

"Are you sure?" The younger boy pushed. "Because I'm just worried about how much you seem to be smiling to yourself since last night."

Damian crossed his arms and frowned. Why was he being interrogated by an amateur?

"There are more things important -"

"-than your love life?"

"-than same trivial tasks," he warned. "Count yourself lucky that the Titans listed you as a reserve member or else Nightwing would keep you in briefing."

Hiro threw his head back onto Damian's bed and sulked as Damian sighed.

Was he really that obvious? Last night was...refreshing for a lack of better words in his opinion. Although he still had his costume underneath the suit, which made him somewhat uncomfortable with him crossing and uncrossing his legs for the latter portion of the night to ease the accidental wedge he gave himself

The company, minus the brat, was enjoyable to say nonetheless and Marinette's eyes... he wished he had stayed with her longer.

He blinked his mind of his own trance.

His peace was settled on the mission at hand.

"Hiro, I need you to look into the grid for some footage of people entering the drainage system through manhole covers around the city."

"What? Did you hit your head on the curb, too?"

“Do you want to go back to Metropolis?”

“No,” he pouted, dreading the thought of his vacation/mission ending. “I'll compile a list of names within the hour.”

“Good, now get out of my room.”

As Hiro marched himself out, Damian couldn't help but wonder if Hiro had anything better to do than mess up his neatly made bed.