"Robin, Robin, are you there?" The voice through the communicator was ignored; the sound of the car moving occasionally and the heavy breathing were more interesting. "Robin, report in," this time it was a demand, and with urgency, Damian sat up, grabbing the back of the driver's seat and pressing the button on his communicator to activate it. "Robin here! Everything's fine! What is it , Father?" His voice was a bit hurried, making it clear he was... occupied.

On the other end of the line, Bruce didn't know whether to laugh or yell at him maybe both he didn't really know what was happening. "Your supposed to be on patrol your sat in the car the tracker says you haven’t moved in 20 minutes" Damian's eyes drifted to the hand sliding from his arm to his face, removing his mask, and he knew he needed to end the call. "Alright, fine just a couple more minutes I’m doing something" Damian said trying to speed things up “Damian Now” Bruce hangs up,

The call ended, and they immediately resumed kissing with urgency before Damian asked, "Where were we?" Being in the back seat of his car, doing nothing but fogging up the windows, was his favorite activity.