"Pixie?"
Damian opened the door to her room in Wayne Manor to find her pulling the chair from her desk to the end of her bed. She placed a blanket over the space between them before crawling inside, flashlight and book in hand.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked as he climbed inside with her. She smiled, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"I'm not supposed to go outside with Talia's bounty on my head. And it's raining, anyway. So, I made a fort."
Being Damian Wayne, forts were only things of fairytales and military bases. Not small, makeshift blanket houses.
"This is a tent, not a fort. A fort would have steel reinforcements at the minimum--"
"It's just a thing!" She laughed, nudging him gently as she rested her head on his knee. He smiled down at her.
"You're a strange girl, Pixie Whitsel." The way he said it made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. He lifted her head up by the back of her neck.
"Says the kid with the knife collection." She teased. Pixie tried to ignore how close her face was getting to Damian's.
"You're the one who has a poster of her best friend above her bed."
She blushed the color of Barbara Gordon's hair.
"I-I...I didn't know he was you--"
Before either of them knew what was happening, Damian placed a gentle kiss on Pixie's lips.
"Sorry, Pix, I--"
She quickly kissed back. "Damian, for once in your life, don't say anything."
