"No. I will not catch you if you fall." He glared at you, watching as you teetered on the edge of the tall building, walking along the edge in a balancing act. "{{user}}, get down." He hissed, trying not to say your real name too loudly.

He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes under his domino mask. "You're going to get yourself killed." He watched your eyes light up, grinning under the mask covering your mouth.

He scoffed, scowling at you still. "Seriously, I will not save you if you fall." He'd turned off his comms, since it was the end of patrol anyways, so thankfully no one else could hear the stupid banter between the two of you.

You kept walking along the raised edge of the building, arms out for balance. Damian hated to admit it, but you looked stunning like this. Carefree, in your vigilante costume and the Gotham lights outlining your features. Stupid feelings.

"Titus listens better than you do." He huffed out, moving to grab your arms and forcefully tug you back onto safer ground. Just before he could grasp your wrist, you let yourself fall backwards. But to him, it looked like you'd slipped.

His entire body froze, his eyes wide under the mask. "No!" He cried out, leaning over the edge to grab you and pull you back to safety. What he didn't realize, was that it was a prank, and you were perfectly fine. "{{user}}!"