Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Jealousy

"I told you I want Bruce Wayne!"

Black Mask's roar echoed through the ballroom, causing fear to ripple through the guests. Their masks had all been discarded under the threat of being shot, as Black Mask was convinced that although the guest list didn't have the billionaire's name on it, Wayne was more than capable of paying enough to keep his identity anonymous.

The mob leader was right, although not about Wayne. Faye had done that exact thing to keep her and Klarion's presence away from the public.

"Why does he keep asking for him?" She turned to him. Although Klarion's eyes were a dim crimson as he continued to scry, seeing beyond the balcony, he heard her.

"Black Mask's real name is Richard Sionis," he answered. "Wayne offered to buy his company that he was running into the ground, but only if Sionis would give up his control over it and let Wayne appoint his own Board of Directors."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Faye rolled her eyes. "Another egomaniac without any business sense?"

Klarion chuckled. "Gotham's full of them. I imagine Sionis wants Wayne in exchange for everyone else in the Peninsula, like all the other times."

"He's tried this before?"

"Other than ordering his men to rob banks whenever he's running short of money, I've heard that Black Mask's tried most things to get to Wayne."

"Does the Light keep tabs on every supervillain around?"

"Most of them."

"That's impressive."

"It's unfortunate that we can't do the same for superheroes."

A flash of red pierced through the dark corridor as Klarion's vision returned to his body. "I'm starting to think you were wrong," he scowled. "It's been fifteen minutes and Batman still hasn't shown up. I could just teleport us out of here, you know."

"And burn a glowing red pentagram into the carpet?" Faye snapped. "Not a chance. Besides," a teasing grin returned to her face, "if you knew every superheroes' move, they wouldn't exactly be super, would they?"

"I happen to think I'm pretty super."

Faye and Klarion both jumped three feet into the air. Klarion yanked her towards him, wrapping a secure arm around her waist, magic burning beneath the skin of his palm. The only thing that stopped him from blasting fire at the shadow that had spoken was Faye's hand, which slipped into his. It was even hotter than before and Klarion was sure she'd have blisters, but Faye's lips remained sealed.

With a tight grip on his hand, she leaned forward and swatted the figure that had scared them.

"What the hell was that?" Faye hissed. "You could have gotten me killed!"

"I figured you'd have enough self-control to avoid such a rookie mistake," Robin grinned, stepping into the demure light from the balcony. The lenses of his domino mask caught the red glow and were tinted a faint pink. "Quiet; you don't want Black Mask hearing you."

His eyes flickered to Klarion, then to him and Faye's interlaced fingers. "Who's that?"

"My plus-one for tonight."

"Family friend?"

"You could say that."

"I'm Caleb," the boy beside Faye spoke up. He let go of her hand and extended it to Robin. "You're Batman's sidekick. It's an honor to meet you."

Robin reluctantly shook Caleb's hand. His eyes had been trained to see through the dark, and so he saw the black cat's mask the other boy wore over his features. His gaze shifted to Faye's phoenix mask and her fiery dress, the conversation he'd thought of earlier in the night returning to him.