I have nowhere to vent this, so I'm going to say it here. MY FAMILY IS SO MUCH LIKE THE ROBINS! My mom is like Dick Grayson, she kind of favors my younger sister over me, but is nice most of the time. My dad, who is younger than my mom, is like Jason Todd in the New 52 (who is friends with Tim and isn't trying to kill the Batfam. Annoy them, sure, but not kill) he's nice to me, and loves provoking all of us. I'm like Tim. Obsessive. Tech-lover. Good at detective work. Obsessed with B&R. Etc. My sister is like Damian (RIP, Little D). Hates me, I swear. Enjoys trying to fight my dad (and fails, by the way). Is completely attached to my mom. So YEAH! Thanks to those who read that :)

Anyway. Lots of people wanted more, so. Um. Here.

I do not feel bad for what I did to Patricia. I really don't. In my head she's one of those bullies that shove kids in lockers then leave them there, for no reason except that they're jealous of the kids intelligence.

Warning: Use of a swear, a mention of some explicit activities. And, um, light mentions of a threesome. Can be read as friendship with the third person, though.

Sorry if it's short.

I do not own.

"Don't. Ever. Do that to me again," He growls, then reaches forward and grabs my arms, pulling me forward. I laugh into his mouth as he smashes it on mine, and encircle him with my recently freed arms. He smiles, and I can feel it on my mouth as cold and hot clash, his freezing from standing outside in the snow, and mine burning from the blast. A physical metaphor, if you will, his defining Gotham, mine San Francisco. His the Bat-family, mine the Amazons.

We come up for air.

I glance at my classmates, who are all staring openmouthed. Then I grin at him.

"Spend the night?" He asks, and I laugh again.

"Definitely."

The rest of my class stands openmouthed as Tim and I lean in to kiss each other again.

"Wait, wait. What? This is a nightmare, right?" A voice interrupts.

I pull back from Tim and backed away from his arms to see Patricia stepping forward, glaring.

I raise my eyebrows as she stomps her foot and says with angry conviction, "If anybody deserves to have the Boy Wonder as a boyfriend, it's me, not the blond bitch!"

Robin's eyes narrow.

"Really," I say calmly. "Let's test that theory."

I turn to face Tim. "Who do you think would win in a spar?"

He blinks at me, confused.

I sigh. "What I'm saying is, if we spar, you get to be 'friends with benefits' with the person who wins."

Tim's lips twitched. "That's pretty much set up so one of you will win, don't you think?"

"Yeah, me," Patricia boasts.

I roll my eyes.

Tim gives me this look. "Don't break her," He says playfully, but I can hear his serious tone beneath saying this is not a good idea, and he's only letting this happen because she's a bully and he can tell I hate her.

Nightwing shakes his head at us, and I give him a "please" look. He sighs and turns away.

"Start," Patricia announces, and I immediately rush forward, feigning a sweeping kick. She falls for it and jumps right after I do, too late to react. I use the jump to flip over her head, grabbing her oh-so-pretty jacket and dragging her with me, using the momentum to slam her on the ground. Not with my full strength, of course. My full strength would break her. Instead I let go milliseconds before she hit.

She groans from her place on the ground, and I stand from my crouch, glowering. "Well? Get up!"

She doesn't.

I walk back over to Tim, and, sensing the teacher's look, say, "You know she deserved it."

He doesn't reply, just helps Patricia up. She's not even bleeding. Just some bruises. No broken bones. Just injured pride.

Tim laughs softly, his arm resting on my shoulder. "And you didn't even try," He muttered. "Much, anyway."

I roll my eyes at him. "Whatever. Cave, or your place?"

"My place. The Manor's big enough, and it's mainly unoccupied. No one will be able to hear us"

The next day, we come to the mountain holding hands. It's better than friends with benefits now.

Patricia is eternally afraid of me, too. It's funny to see her scurry away whenever I come near her.

"And that's how we find ourselves here," Cassie told Conner.

He has this amused look. "Really. Hey, Tim. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Tim looks flustered from the recount of their transition from friends with benefits to boyfriend/girlfriend.

"I dare you to give a lap-dance to Nightwing."

Tim face-palms, but does it, much to Cassie's amusement.

"Next time, you get to give a lap dance to Superman while telling him about your first time with M'gann," Tim mutters as he sulks back into the room. Cradling a red hand-shaped mark on his cheek.

Cassie and Conner burst out laughing.