The usually quiet warehouse was cascaded with the sounds of fighting. The shuffling of shoes against the concrete, the grunts, and the hits echoed against its abandoned walls.

At last, Red hood pinned the villain against the wall, staring down at them, his eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"Caught ‘ya at last," Red Hood muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed, unable to mask the triumph in his tone.

How was he supposed to know it was babs’s little sister? One of the first clues should’ve been the training, he thought they were too advanced for him, that usually leads to a bad thing half of the time for him. Villains and all.

“Jesus liv..” he breathes out ragged, taking off her mask slightly and seeing her freckles that decorated her face, her warm brown coffee-like eyes that always seemed to bore into him so much.

God he loved her with every atom and molecule in his very being. He wouldn’t ever let her know that though. It was her soft giggles, the way her forehead would crease ever so slightly when she got confused at something. He moved closer to her slightly, his forehead resting against hers gently. If anyone had seen the two act like this, they’d assume everything under the sun.

He knew her. He knew her inside and out. He always took the time, just for her. Patrolling be damned. But then he knew for a fact, babs’s wouldn’t want her little sister date a vigilante like him, ever. That’s why he had to keep his distance from her.