[ He wants to pull her hands away from her dress to keep them from their nervous thing, but he knows he wouldn't like that, so he doesn't do it to her either. Sometimes you just have to feel things out. ]

That's still... wow. Okay. So this whole Robin, vigilante thing isn't new to you either. That's... that's a fucking relief, actually.

[ he gives her a small smile when she says he looks good in his outfit. it's not really his own, but there have definitely been some improvements, and he's proud of it. ]

Thanks. I'm sure you were pretty damn hot in whatever you were wearing too, though.

[ He makes note of how she doesn't do much more than give him a nod when he brings up the other night, and the bullet wound. The way she healed. He wants her to talk to him about it, and he doesn't really understand why she wouldn't, especially after everything they've been through, especially last night.

But he's distracted enough by everything else, especially when she smiles and then quickly moves into his lap. The rest of it fades to the background, because this is what he's wanted, and there'll be time for everything else later, because she wants what he wants, and that's incredible enough as it is. His arms go around her right away, leaning into the kiss, kissing her back deeply. Fuck, he's missed this. No matter what the rest of it is, he feels good about this. ]

Yeah? Good. Cause I really want to. I was stupid enough not to before.