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“How do I look...?” She turned her head to the left to see Tim standing there, it was the first time she had seen him in his new costume.
“Less... glow in the dark looking, and you have pants,” he sat down beside her, “you look okay, definitely better than the old one.”
He smiled, “Thankfully, B let me change the suit. I blame Dick for allegedly not wanting the pants, and Jason for just fucking running with it!” He leaned backwards, laying his back on the building’s roof.
She laid down as well, turning on her side to face him, “Allegedly?”
He rolled his eyes, “Bruce told me that Dick hated the idea of the pants, something to do with him growing up an acrobat, but I think the real reason he just wanted to be able to find Dick in a crowd, I don’t know if Jason actually ran with the suit, or if Bruce just wanted to easily find him as well. If that’s the case, maybe I should be offended he let me change the costume.”
“Ro--n -et o-er her-” Dicks voice broke through Tim’s comms.
“What?”
“Get over here,” His voice came through clearly now.
Tim sighed, “Where?”
“Look down,” Tim and her sat up and looked down to see Nightwing slowly getting out numbered.
“Race down?” She turned her head to see Tim had already disappeared, likely heading to the stairs, possibly tried to climb down the building.
That gave her an idea. She slowly lowered herself down the ledge, hanging off it, carefully grabbing the bricks and lowering herself down the wall.
After gaining a good amount of confidence in her abilities and climbed faster.
When she was around 15 feet from the ground, she lost her grip and slipped.
“Fuck,” Pain rose in her back as she landed.
“Language Azure,” Nightwing joked.
She slowly stood up as Tim ran out the door, “How the fuck did you beat me?”
“Climbed down the wall,” She grabbed her bow and an arrow.
Nightwing glared at the pair, “A little help would be nice.”
Azure shot an arrow at the criminal currently fighting Nightwing.
The criminal fell backwards, making room for another to take his place.
“Is bats joining this fight?” She joked, grabbing more arrows and shot 2 more criminals.
Nightwing hesitated, “He’s busy.”
“Busy? Doing what?” She shot another arrow.
“Someone,” Tim replied while fighting another criminal.
She shot 5 more arrows, “Who?”
“Didn’t ask, and don’t want to ask,” Nightwing answered, “Rather not ask about B’s sex life.”
She stepped back, laughing softly to herself. Most of the criminals now were on the ground or running off.
Nightwing grabbed at one of the criminals by the collar of their jacket, “Who are you working for?”
The criminal squirmed in his grasp, “The Red Hood.”
He let go of them, “Robin, come on, lets get back to the Manor. Azure, your not coming with us,” He glared right at her.
“Why the fuck not? I was helpful!”
“You helped, want a fucking cookie? You act like you live in the Manor, your there every other fucking day,” Dick pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Why are you being an asshole all the sudden?” Tim stared confused at the pair.
Dick sighed, “I’m just stressed, we see so many people working for Red Hood, and yet we have no idea who’s under the mask, no even a suspect. I want to put this fucking mystery to rest.”
“I’m sorry Azure, sorry for being an asshole.”
“Does that mean I’m allowed to come with you guys?”
Dick replied in an exaggerated and sarcastic tone, “No, your banned,” then he grinned, “B would kill me if I even tried to ban you, as much as I want to leave you here and lock the Manor doors to keep you out, I can’t, yes you can come with.”
***
“Bruce, we’re back!” Dick yelled, his voice carrying across the Manor’s entrance.
“Race to the living room?” She whispered to Tim.
He grinned and bolted towards the living room, Sky close behind.
“Wait up,” Dick said chasing behind the pair.
Tim and Sky both jumped onto the couch, turning on the tv.
Dick sat down beside the pair, “what are you guys watching?”
“Nothing in specific, we are just flipping through channels until we find something that seems appealing, if that doesn’t work, we will go on YouTube,” Tim replied, only looking at Dick for a moment before looking back at the TV while Sky searched through the channels.
She handed Tim the remote, “your turn, I’m tired of pressing the buttons.”
Tim kept flipping through channels, they both paused when they heard Bruce’s bedroom door open, they looked towards the hallway, waiting to see whoever leaves Bruce’s room.
“Oh, hey superman,” Sky said, turning her gaze back towards the TV, then she realized, “wait- SUPERMAN?”
“Yes?” Clark was waiting for the inevitable question she wanted to ask.
“Are you fucking Bruce?” Dick and Tim’s jaws dropped.
Clark turned away, facing the hallway, they could all hear Bruce laughing from his room. He slowly left his room and stood beside Clark.
“Did you adopt another kid?”
“Legally, no, technically, she is basically my honorary child I sometimes want to get rid of,” Bruce joked.
“Says the man who tried to adopt me 4 times, and I said no,” Sky shot back.
Bruce sighed, “I gave up on adopting you, and yet you basically live here.”
“Back to the original question, are you two fucking?” Sky put her hands on her knees and leaned forward to face Bruce and Clark, their faces red, trying to decide between lying or admitting.
Bruce rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his hand and sighed, “Yes, Sky. We are.”
Dick and Tim were giggling like little kids watching this, Tim whispered, “Ask them when this started,” and Clark pinched the bridge of his nose after hearing the question.
Clark whispered the question to Bruce. “That is none of your business Tim.”
“Fuck.”
“Language.”
“Mierda.”
Bruce tried to hold back a laugh, but he couldn’t, “fucking smartass.”
“Bruce, any new information about Red Hood?” Dick asked, changing the tone of the conversation.
Bruce sighed, “One siting, he was spotted in Crime Alley on security cameras, he entered one of the apartment buildings.”
“Which one?” Tim asked his curiosity peaking.
“Too blurry to tell, but it’s better than nothing,” Bruce answered.