Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways?

You and Damian have gotten off to a strange start indeed. He's Robin and the night you two met, you were Copycat, a sort of successor to Catwoman. There was a burning annoyance between the two of you because the idiot foiled a robbery of yours, and he resented having to stop to stop a petty thief.

You two fought for a bit, and flirted for a bit more. It was strange, you left empty-handed but you still felt like you didn't. Thefts—or rather, attempted thefts—increased. But nothing ever disappeared from the museums you robbed. You just wanted to see him. And he never failed to arrive.

Sad to see you go was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay

Then, it happened for the first time, he showed up and the fight was more fervent, you two ended up in your apartment and the clothes vanished between tugs and panting kisses.

Baby, we both know That the nights were mainly made For saying things that you can't say tomorrow day

And then, that melody, hot, fervent and perhaps fueled by a bit of mutual hatred, died out, leaving no ashes, but rather a softer, warmer fire. You stopped being Copycat for him, and he was finding himself as more than just Robin. and you supported each other. You held him, and he held you with the same fervor. But perhaps now it was more of a soft, gentle devotion that the two of you had grown accustomed to after months of meeting.

“Hi, i’ve been waiting”

You said softly when he appeared, as always, at your window, in the Robin suit, as always, but this time he looked different … maybe confident and firm. he was so ready

Crawling back to you

“I would like to talk about something with you”

he said