-Tiffany POV-
I woke up the next morning my head on Jaime chest, feeling him breathe as he slept. I slowly got up trying not to wake him and looked at him. He looked so calm and more relaxed as he slept. I could have watched him all day. But he had to get up.
I shook gently trying to wake him up but all he did was more the other way. Uh. Sorry Jaime! I increased the heat in my hand, just enough to startle someone and placed it on his face.
I watched him as he squinted his brows in his sleep then suddenly bolting up grabbing his face. I backed up and couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. I put my fingers to my lips to tell him to keep quiet.
"What the hell was that for?" He whispered, rubbing his face. "Oh quit it you big baby! I didn't burn you. You need to get up! No one can see you get out of my bedroom!" He was about to say something but stopped. Instead he just shrugged his shoulder and walked out the door.
"What the fu-" I ran out and saw him walk into Gar's room and close the door. That little- No one was around beside me standing in the hall way. No one saw.
I proceed to get ready and walk down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen were Robin was standing in front of the fridge.
I raised my eyebrow and tried to side step him to the left, but he moved to the left still blocking my way. "So... I guess I'm not eating breakfast today?" He took out his bō and pushed me against the opposite wall, pinned my left arm with his Birdarangs
"WHOA! If this is about me leaving the fridge open I'm sorry!" He put the bō back into his utility belt, but still had me pinned against the wall.
"You're going out with Jaime huh?" I narrowed my eyes and pushed the pressure points in his arm, with my free arm making his arm go numb to his side. "What the hell? You pin me against the wall to ask me if I'm dating JAIME?!" He got up and pull out a his bō with his other hand.
"You've been keeping secrets from us, Firestorm! We know nothing about you but they still decide to let you into the team! You can be a spy for the Vandal Savage, coming out of no where. I don't trust you. If you hurt my frien-" I pulled of the Batarangs easily, tossing them aside. I pushed the bō away from my face with my finger and walked to the fridge emotionless.
"Well, Tim." I looked at his face with was shocked I knew his real name. I grinned with pleasure and continued, "The reason why you know NOTHING about me is because, I know NOTHING about myself. Not my last name, where I'm from, even what happen to my parents. I'm not a spy for anyone. So you can stop harassing me with your... metal stick." He put it down, speech less.
"Also, if you thought I was a spy, why did you have a crush on me?" He look surprised and turned bright red, "WHAT? I didn't-" he exclaimed defensively. I put my hand up to silence him and walked out the kitchen and over my shoulder I said to Robin, "Oh and by the way. Yes. We are dating."
-Jaime POV-
"Did you hear?" asked Beast Boy as I walked into the room.
He hasn't notice I had left. "No, what?" He jumped off his dresser and landed on the bed.
"The Green Lanterns are taking the eggs back to the aliens home planet! I think they said that they think the eggs were in sort of air craft and headed the wrong direction. So they're taking them back to their homes. They need them back before they hatch or else they'll attack everyone, like it did to you guys!"
I sat down and ran this through my head. "So... the aliens are gone for good?" Beast Boy nodded as he head out the door.
That means... I have to tell Tiffany. I ran down the stairs while pulling a new shirt over my head. As I walked down I saw Robin come out the kitchen, his right arm flopping at his side like he had no use for it. I knew what that means.

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Blue Beetle and Firestorm (Young Justice Fan-Fiction)
FanfictionJaime and Tiffany were the inseparable twosome until Jaime was taken to El Paso, Texas. He was no longer around to protect her from the hardships in life. She had to learn to face them alone. Fast forward 10 years, the runaway, juvenile delinquent...