Pixie and Damian both wearily eyed the fully grown woman in front of them, squealing as she poured through racks of designer boots.
"And here we have the Blairus Blakus in her natural habitat." Pixie smirked. "Notice her odd behaviour towards the leather items." Jason leant over to his girlfriend and started kissing her neck as he balanced countless bags and boxes in his arms.
"As you can see, the Jasonus Toddus is trying to mate with his female equivalent." Damian continued with a smirk as Blair pushed Jason away and picked up a leather jacket instead. "But alas, his efforts have been futile as her heart is stolen by another."
Both Blair and Jason gave each other a smirk.
"Watch carefully, viewers, as the Pixius Witselus and the Damianus Waynus attempt to subtly flirt with each other while criticizing their obvious romantic superiors." Blair laughed. The blonde went the shade of Barbara Gordon's hair.
"And take note of the growing bulge in the male's pants, a natural part of human mat--"
Jason was cut off swiftly by a bag of jewellery to the face.
"Damian, I swear to god if my things are broken, I will kill you." Blair sighed. The Boy Wonder smirked at Pixie with eyes that could melt any girl's heart. And they set Pixie's on fire like an asteroid had just hit Pompeii. "And what did I say about flirting?"
"To do it with each other and only each other or you'll rip out our throats." Damian and Pixie recited before they burst out laughing. Mostly because in the time that it had taken them to say that, an old woman had come over to Blair and Jason and said:
"Aren't you two a little young to have children? Although they are very lovely."
Jason's glare could've made the woman kick the bucket sooner than later. "Hey, listen lady, these aren't my kids. I would never father something so pretentious and annoying as that demon spawn--" Blair drove her elbow into his ribs and smiled warmly.
"Thank you very much. But the blonde's not ours. We're just watching them on a date. Like good parents." She shot Jason a glare. "Isn't that right, sweetie?"
Now it was Damian's turn to protest.
"You are not my mother, Blake! And this is not a date. My mother runs an international assassin organization superior to anything in your wildest dreams and I would appreciate it greatly if you did not try to pose as someone worthy enough to be of my blood--"
He was cut off when Pixie suddenly kissed him. By now, the old woman had been joined by about ten other rich, annoying millionaires.
"Hey, you shouldn't be kissing her!" Jason protested. "You're only thirteen."
Blair squealed inwardly, her nails digging into his palm as she fangirled. She took a few deep breaths before she smiled at the onlookers. "He's just being protective. After all, we have number two on the way." She patted her stomach.
This was news to Pixie, Damian and Jason.
"Wait, hold on, you're--you're--" Jason glanced around at everyone before he pried Pixie and Damian apart. "Yes! You are...pregnant! And you're looking a little tired, sweetie. You too, son. Let's drop off your girlfriend so your mother and I can handle this, okay?"
Jason quickly ended the shopping trip.
And Pixie and Damian's second kiss.
