These are just a bunch of one-shots featuring Livy and Damian. I'm working on the next Livy story right now, but it's taking awhile. Please enjoy!

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L.L.A.P

~Laces

"I can't do this." Livy sighed as she paced back and forth in her temporary room. "I can't. I'll just call him and bale."

The teen pulled out a cell phone, but her thumb hovered over the keypad.

"No. I can't just up and bale. That wouldn't be fair to him." she sighed. "God, why did I agree to this?"

"Did you see the look on that bastard's face!" Livy laughed. She and Damian were standing on top of a roof. The two had just finished up thwarting a bank robbery.

"Yes, it was quite amusing." chuckled Damian. "I think he pissed himself." Damian's smiling face slowly turned serious and Livy looked at him with worry.

"Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

"I am fine. Only… I think we should spend some time together… out of costume. Make our relationship more… public." He took in a deep breath. "Livy, I would be very pleased if you attended one of my father's charity banquets."

Damian looked at her with pleading eyes. It was obvious to Livy that he wanted their relationship to be known by more than just their family. Livy didn't have much time to think about Damian's question. She immediately answered,

"Sure. Sounds great."

Livy hadn't thought about what going to a Wayne sponsored Charity Banquet would entail. She would be almost completely out of her element. Sure, she was great at socializing, but that was usually with people who were normal.

Livy had seen the rich folk in Gotham and normal was not the word she would use to describe them.

"Hey, it's almost eight. Don't you need to be somewhere?" Roy questioned through the door.

Livy sighed and quickly sprinted out of the room.

"Thanks for the heads up, Roy."

"Don't mention it." the man shrugged as he handed her a pair of keys.

"Car keys?" Livy questioned. She didn't remember having a car.

"Jason handed them to me before he left for whatever mayhem was happening. He said that it would probably be best if you reached the place in a car." Roy shrugged, then looked at Livy from head to toe.

"Why, don't you look nice." He chuckled.

"Thanks." Livy smiled a bit, happy that her hard work looked good. Her hair was done up thanks to watching several youtube hair tutorials and she had light makeup. She was wearing a red dress that made the most of her small figure and had small silver beads dotting the torso. It was nothing obnoxiously fancy, but it was nice and not too casual.

"Were you honestly planning to ride the motorcycle while wearing that?" Roy questioned and Livy frowned.

"Well… yes, I was. But a car's nice. I'm lucky Jason thought ahead." She said with a small smile.

"Well, have fun, and be careful with that car. I'm pretty sure your Dad stole it."

She walked outside, already foreseeing the pain in her feet due to the heels, and her brown eyes widened at the car.

A 2013 Red Camaro.

It was the most beautiful car in the world and she suddenly wanted to skip the Charity event and drive around the highways. However, Livy knew that she wouldn't be able to bring herself to do that.

Livy put the keys into the ignition and the motor hummed to life.

"Jason, you have great taste in cars." she smiled, then pressed her foot onto the gas, on her way to Wayne Manor.

~*~*~*~*~*~Later~*~*~*~*~*~

"This was the worst decision of my life." Livy mumbled as she stood on the side while Gotham's wealthiest chatted and gossiped away. "I should've just stayed in the car."

She had yet to see Damian, but she figured that he was probably talking to some important people and swooning girls since, to everyone's knowledge, he was a single rich boy.

"You don't look to be having too much fun." Livy snapped her head up to see a boy with slicked back blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice black suit. He was giving her a bright smile and was strutting his way towards her. The first word that went through her mind was,

Tool.

"I'm just waiting to meet up with my boyfriend." She shrugged. The boy's eyed her body and then leaned next to her on the wall.

"What boyfriend ditches his girlfriend here? That's fairly rude, if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you, now did I?" she snapped.

"Whoa, no need for any hostility, I was just making an observation." He informed with a smile, then stuck his hand out. "I'm Laurence Mower. Son of James Mower, owner of Mower Labs and Diagnostics."

Livy took his hand and shook it. She gave a firmer handshake then he did.

"Livy Todd. Kicker of ass." She introduced, not feeling like reciting her family and family's occupation. Besides, if she did it would be: Livy Todd. Daughter of Jason Todd, vigilante extraordinaire.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Livy bit back her tongue from making a rude remark and settled on a short,

"No."

"Your boyfriend must be a piece of work, leaving you here alone when you aren't in your element." He sighed.

"I'm sure he's just busy."

"Why don't I take you to meander around. I'm sure there's something to do around here besides talk. What do you say?" he questioned, flashing a suggestive smile.

"I say, No. I'm not interested." Livy shrugged.

"Aw, c'mon. We could ditch this place. I got a nice car. We can go anywhere you want." He informed as he lightly ran a hand down her arm. "Money's not an problem." He whispered in her ear, and Livy shot the boy a glare.

"I don't give a shit. Touch me again, and I'll chop off your hand." She growled.

"A little violent, don't you think?" Laurence questioned with a nervous chuckle, however, he clearly wasn't used to being rejected.

He wanted an easy girl and thought that Livy would be the perfect target. However, she was proving to have much more fight in her than he thought.

"I'm not interest, Laurence."

"But-"

"Everything alright here?" Livy's eyes widened at Damian's presence and Laurence took a small step away from the girl.

"Everything's fine, Mr. Wayne. By the way, your father has been a great host." Laurence informed politely while shaking Damian's hand. "I was only staying with this girl while she waited for her boyfriend."

"Well, then you can leave now." Damian smiled as he wrapped an arm around Livy's shoulder and gave her a brief kiss.

"I didn't know that you were dating, Mr. Wayne. I haven't heard that in any of the tabloids." Laurence informed.

"That is because we like to keep some things private, Mr. Mower." Damian informed, his smile unwavering.

"I will leave you to yourselves, then." Laurence nodded, looking a bit disgruntled, then walked off.

"I apologize for not finding you sooner. I have been bombarded with insane women and reporters all night." He frowned. "I wanted to spend all my time tonight with you." Damian's hand gripped Livy's.

"It's alright. Still, I'm happy you found me when you did." Livy grinned.

"Did Laurence give you much trouble."

"If he tried anything I could have handle him. He just thought that 'no' meant 'yes' and 'get lost' meant 'take me I'm yours'." Livy chuckled. "It was a bit annoying. And by 'it' I mean him." Damian chuckled lightly.

"I have watched Hercules to know that you have just quoted it." Damian informed. "And I apologize for him being here. His father is an intelligent and respectful man. I suppose the apple fell far from the tree."

"It's alright." Livy grinned. "I'm just happy we're together now." Just as the words left her mouth, a woman with long red hair and cunning eyes was in front of her.

"Did I hear that right? Are you dating Damian Wayne?" she questioned in a quick paced voice.

"Uh…"

"Yes, Ms. Vale." Damian answered calmly. "This is my girlfriend."

Next thing Livy knew, photographers and reporters were all in their faces.

Why is the press even here anyway? Livy thought angrily, but then realized that they were probably there because Bruce Wayne was being generous with a charity event, and they were either trying to get a story with Bruce Wayne or a story from any of his rich guests.

However, Damian Wayne, son of one of the richest men in Gotham who everyone thought was single, just announced that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who nobody recognized. This was breaking news.

Questions were being thrown around and Livy felt herself and Damian backing up until their backs were against the wall and nosey reporters continued spouting questions to get an answer.

"What is your name?"

"How did you meet?"

"Have you been together long?"

"Where did you get your dress?"

"Who did your hair?"

"Have you known the Wayne family for long?"

"How old are you?"

Livy wished that she was surrounded by thugs instead of reporters. Thugs you could easily beat up. Reporters you couldn't beat up unless you wanted bad press.

Feeling helpless, Livy found that she could only hold Damian's hand and try not to pass out from the mild panic attack she was experiencing.

"Please, stop crowding my son." Bruce had appeared and when he spoke, people listened. Not only did people listen, but people also obeyed.

Livy felt herself calm down when the reporters and photographers dispersed a bit. Bruce was talking to the reporters about something that they could most likely use for their story, and Damian quickly used the moment, to pull himself and Livy away to the car lot.

"Thank God for Bruce." Livy mumbled.

"That did not go as I had hoped." Damian frowned. "I wanted our first public outing together to be… nice. Not too over the top, but not too dull. Honestly, I should have foreseen the reactions of the reporters." Damian grasped Livy's hand and kissed her knuckle.

"I apologize for this horrible evening."

"Damian, it wasn't horrible. It was just… different." Livy said with a small smile. "Now, how about you and me hop into this awesome car I'm allowed to have for the night and drive to a McDonalds? I could go for a shake."

Damian smiled as he followed Livy into the car.

"McDonalds it is, then."