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Anon: Mari yeets Robin(Damian) off a roof and just crumbles in embarrassment. Go with more detail! :) 🐞\ 🛕🦜 🏢| -
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The city, while never completely asleep, is peaceful at night.
Marinette idly swings her feet as they dangle off of the roof of her apartment building, located on the better side of Gotham, staring up at the starless sky.
A blanket of darkness surrounds the city, interrupted by the occasional light from a window. It is quiet, but never silent, the humming of engines and chatter from the partiers and the drunk, the sounds of a fistfight in an alley.
Perhaps it is because it's so quiet, that she startles so much when someone behind her speaks.
"Good evening." A voice says behind her, and she instinctively grabs the person's ankle and flips them over the shoulder.
Then, she realizes that she's sitting on the roof of a twenty-five story apartment building, and just threw someone over the edge.
"Oh my god oh my god ohmygod!" Marinette covers her mouth with her hand in shock. "I just threw someone off of a twenty-five story building. I just killed someone ohmygod!"
A soft shink sound catches her attention, and she snaps out of her panicking long enough to note a figure in a red tunic, black cape and hood, and a sheathed katana tucking a grappling hook back into his belt.
Robin looks a bit disheveled, hair askew, and something clicks.
"Oh, mon dieu, I just threw Robin off of a roof." She moans, feeling her face flame bright red as she hides it in her hands. "I would almost prefer accidentally throwing a civilian over."
Robin says nothing, simply raising an eyebrow. Or she thinks he does, anyway. It's kind of hard to tell, with that domino mask.
"Key word being almost." Marinette emphasizes, the intensity of his gaze making her shiver a little. "I'm really sorry about that, monsieur Robin. I'd promise it won't happen again, but it might if you startle me."
"I would not worry about a second instance." Robin has a light British accent, she notes, mixed with something Middle Eastern? She can't pinpoint the exact region. "The next time it happens. I will be ready."
"Oh. Well, good. That's good. I noticed you said 'the next time' instead of 'if', like you were planning on stopping here again? I don't know, maybe it was just poorly phrased, because I'm pretty sure you stopped here because you thought I was about to jump but I promise I'm just enjoying the night air because I have trouble sleeping sometimes and there's really no reason for you to come back-"
"There is." Robin interrupts her rambling, face giving away absolutely nothing.
"What?"
"You have just bested me. I have lost." He explains seriously, and then the corner of his mouth ticks upwards in a tiny smile that promises challenge. "And I refuse to lose."
