“Well?” The question escapes his lips as if he didn’t just ask you out, “Will you go out with me?”

You stare at him with a blank expression, You both work for the Batfamily, but you hadn’t particularly conversed. He always seemed so cold.

“Uh,” You respond, your brows knitting together. “It’s a Yes or No question, {{user}}.” He quips, crossing his arms over his chest.