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Damian isn’t sure how to take any of it, really. The enthused comments, the sultry grins, the promise held in those eyes when he dares to meet them. He knows she means to seduce him properly. And it was so much easier to do when they were younger -granted, they only started a few months ago.
But it really is getting increasingly harder to ignore whatever it is she’s doing.
"I beat you again, bird boy."
Normally, yes he’d automatically give her a reasonable quip that was worthy of their banter, but that thing that she was doing with her lips, biting enough that the corners of her mouth were tightened, making her full lips even plumper, was more than enough reason for it to be a distraction.
He can only manage a glare at her before throwing a batarang down at the one and only conscious bad guy trying to escape.
"What? Catwoman got your tongue?" She taunts, grinning spiritedly just before reaching down to yank the guy at her feet by his hair, before touching the blade of her sword to his neck, making his idiotic bumbling intensify.
Damian flips over the crate and lands in front of her with an obvious frown. “You took an oath, Hit-Girl.”
Pretty blue eyes stare back at him, her smile falling for a moment to reveal that dead glint that was almost always there. Damian coughs, masking the quick intake of breath his body was prepared to do unconsciously.
"We agreed. You’re in Gotham."
She drops her double ended sword staff and then brings her hand up just so that it can immediately go right back down to smack her now free gloved hand over her prisoner’s head, resulting in the man slumping under her grip due to passing out.
It takes a moment, as they both watch the body settle at their feet when she releases the man’s hair just before they both look up to meet each other’s eyes. He choses not to say anything first, which they know she doesn’t mind. She likes to talk…almost as much as Grayson does, but, of course, telling her that she has anything in common with his ex-partner would only make her displeased.
"So," Mindy starts, her normally raspy voice ring pleasantly through his ears, "do I get a reward for being good?"