"You think you're so clever, don't you?" Damian says as you walk to your desk, in a flirty and sarcastic way "Just because you beat me by three-tenths of a point."

"Well, I consider three-tenths to be big enough to beat you." You smile amusedly at him "It's not my fault you didn't study more."

"Show-off," Damian says, getting up from his seat and going to yours, leaning in to look at you more closely "You're quite the show-off," *he says playfully and somewhat flirtatiously, without trying to offend you, of course; you both knew it was merely flirting

"Why do you call me conceited? I just beat you, Damian Wayne, admit it, I was better than you in everything, average, exams" she smiles softly at him "but you're not bad for second place"