We Met Once A Night Long Past

I Spoke To You And You Spoke Back

I've been with Jason for a two months.
I've avoided Damian for three months.

I enter the living room, full suit on, and he groans.
"I knew it." I smirk.

"Well, are you going to let me go or not?"
"Are you going to tell me where you're going?"
"No, but it's not dangerous."
"And you brought weapons because?"
"Gotham is dangerous."
I'm not wrong.
"I can tell you some lie if that makes you feel better."
"We both know it won't."
He's smiling though, because unlike literally every Robin ever, I am not sneaking out.

Take that Bruce.

"You can go. I'm tracking you, you know the drill for if you need help, and I won't check security footage unless you okay it." I smile back.
"Thanks, Dad. And trust me, it's going to be fine."
"I trust you. I don't trust anyone else in Gotham."
"Which is why I have a gun."
"Which you are never supposed to use."
"Yeah yeah."
"Eve." He is serious about that.

"I won't use the gun, promise!" I kiss his cheek, he pulls me into a giant bear hug and I roll my eyes. We then have a pillow war- trust me, this is not a pillow fight -and he retreats to the kitchen admitting defeat.
"If you die I will bring you back!" He calls from where he's now making dinner at 3 am.
"If I die you better bring me back! I haven't gotten to flip of Batman yet!" He snorts as I leap out the window. I go over the roofs until I make it where we promised to meet.

I'm aware he wired the place so that if anyone went on it he'd know. I wait for about half an hour and then TAR- Tiny Angry Robin -appears.

He glares so hard, and then blinks.

"You are her."
"Yep!"
"You are now a vigilante?"
"Yep!"
We stand there for about thirty seconds as he stares at my suit. I have a tight armored suit of black with red sides and lines along it, a black hood- real hood not a bucket named Horatio -with red fabric on the inside and a domino mask. I have red utility belts from my left shoulder to my right hip, one around my waist, and a smaller one on each arm. And of course the quiver and bow on my back.

"What is your name?"
"Still Eve, Damian."
He narrows his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Translation-how could you wait so long, I've been worried sick.

"I would've been here sooner but that first week I got sick, then I got stabbed, then I got thrown into a river-" He holds up a hand.

"I told you not to fight."
"I actually avoided a lot of fights."
"I do not believe you."
"Anyway, I met someone who adopted me."
"You did?"
"Yep."
"Who?"
"Red Hood." He sort of stares at me for a moment. "Wanna sit down?" We do, backs against an AC unit. "So, what are your questions?"
"You met Hell-Spawn how?"
"Ooh, I'm using that one. I was sick and actually about to die and he killed the dude trying to kill me."
"And he then adopted you?"
"Yep."
"And he says he is not like Father."
I laugh. 

"That's what Roy said! I actually knew your ID's beforehand."
"How? Was it Batgirl's inane comment?"
"In part." I answer, smirking. "You and Steph both commented on how I was another kid outside following vigilantes. Steph talked about Tim, and you spoke to Red Robin. I went from the fact that they were the same person, and everything else fit."
He nods.

"That was intelligent of you."
"It was kind of obvious."
He rolls his eyes.
"You and Drake are unable to see your own intelligence. Drake has significantly less than you, but still."
I smirk.