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“If you could really beat me,” Steph giggled, “you wouldn’t need to cheat.”
Mia let a hand rest on her hip as she looked down at Steph. “I think someone’s just upset that she lost. Again.”
“We said no arrows!”
“No, you said I couldn’t hit you with them,” Mia grinned. “I mean, come on, you know how many trick arrows I have, right? Are you that surprised I keep a rope arrow?”
“Ok, fine, you got me there.”
“You’re okay, though, right?” Mia checked. “I mean, besides your pride?”
Steph let herself fall flat onto the Gotham rooftop. “I mean, clearly I’m fatally injured… I’m sick, and there’s only one cure.” She batted her eyelashes. “You need to kiss it better, or I won’t live to see tomorrow.”
“We’re literally dating.”
“I’m dyingggg…” Steph groaned. “I see the light…”
Mia scooped Steph up. In reality, all Steph had was a small scrape on her knee from the rooftop. Which Mia did feel bad about, and it was genuinely an accident! She also knew that Steph wanted to be seen as an equal, though, and had endured much worse. It’d hurt Steph more than the injury if she felt like Mia thought she couldn’t handle herself. After all, one of the first things Mia had learned was that Steph loved being sappy and affectionate, but she hated feeling like she was being treated with kid gloves.
“Do you need me to carry you to safety?”
Steph wrapped an arm around Mia’s back and pushed herself up high enough to press a soft kiss to Mia’s lips. “Do you want to?”
“With how far away we are from your apartment?” Mia laughed. “Sorry babe. Make it up when we get there?”
“Even better.” Steph’s eyes glimmered, and Mia could tell she was grinning under the mask. “Race you back. No arrows at all this time, besides your grapple. We’ll see who really wins.”
“You’re on.”
