The School Life of The Other Demon

The Couple

Demetria's P.O.V.:

"This is an invasion of privacy," Jason says, glaring at me.

"Invasion of privacy is what we do," I remind him.

"But he's my best friend!"

"And we're going to find some answers," Damian says.

"Are you saying that you don't trust him?"

"Tch. It's for precautionary measures."

"We can trust him," Jason growls.

"Precautionary measures, Todd. Precautionary measures."

"Hey," Dick scolds. "Codenames when we're in uniform."

"Tch."

"Okay," Tim says. "But the real question here is. Why the hell does she have a jetpack?!" Tim pointed out the window of the Batjet, straight at me with a look of frustration.

Leaning towards the jet, I fly closer to them, a smug smirk planting itself on my face. "Jealous, Tim?"

"Codenames!" Dick scolds through the comlink.

I sigh, rolling my eyes. "Jealous...What the hell is your codename?"

"Red Robin," he responds, crossing his arms.

"Red Robin?" I ask, staring at Tim who sits in the back seat of the jet with Damian. "That's really creative, Tim."

"Codenames!"

"That's really creative, Red Robin."

"Just call him Red," Jason says.

"Why?"

"It's shorter and it doesn't make me hungry."

"Doesn't make you hungry?" Damian asks. He turns his head towards Tim and grimaces, "Is there something happening between you two?"

"No!" Tim exclaims. "Red Robin is a food brand! That's why!"

"Oh, I guess that explains it," I comment. "Is it good food?"

"Uhh...Yeah," he answers.

"You seemed unsure."

"I had to make sure that the food I was thinking about was from Red Robin."

"Stop talking about food!" Dick complains from the driver's seat. "We should've asked Agent A for food before we left."

"Agent A?" I comment. "Even Alfred has a codename?"

"A pretty badass codename," Jason says.

"I agree with Grayson," Damian says.

"Codenames!"

"We should've asked Pennyworth for some sandwiches before leaving."

"Codename—I give up," Dick sighs.

"How much longer until we get to Star City?" I ask Dick, circling around the jet.

"You're making me nauseous with you circling around at that speed," Tim mutters.

"A few more minutes," Dick answers.

"Can we go faster?" I complain.

"Are you able to go faster?"

"With the last-minute upgrades that Fox was able to do, I believe it can go way faster."

"Okay. Then we can go—"

"Race you there!" I yell, umping up the boosters of the pack, leaving the boys in the dust.

"Demetria!" they all yell through the comlinks.