Part Four of Five Things About: Robin

Artemis was annoyed. Robin could tell from the moment she'd stalked into the garage, muttering under her breath. He was just astute like that. He wasn't going to get involved though. He'd seen how badly that went for Bruce with the women in his life. So he pretended he that he saw nothing and went back to updating the computer board of his R Cycle.

"Ugh! This so sucks!"

Robin stifled a sigh. He was about to get involved. It wasn't like he could help himself. Saving the day was what he did, and what kind of hero would he be if he didn't help out a friend in distress? Who also happened to be a damsel – technically; he couldn't not help. Setting aside his tools, Robin twisted around to face Artemis with his back against the bike and crossed his arms.

"What's up, Arty?"

"My mom's forcing me to be in this stupid wedding for one of my aunt's and she's got it in her head that I have to know how to waltz! Where they do that at?" Artemis stood with her hands on her hips after that little rant. Then she whirled on Robin. "Did you just call me Arty?"

Rather than answer, Robin smirked.

"Waltzing's not that big of a deal. It's actually pretty easy."

She arched a brow.

"You waltz? Why? That part of the official Bat training?"

"Yes. Reasons. No. Do you want me to show you?"

"Stop trying to lead me. You're the girl, I'm the guy, you follow me."

"That is so sexist."

"It's the waltz. What do you expect?"

"Whatever. I got the hang of it enough. I can lead."

"Oh, yeah. Five minutes and suddenly you're an expert. Not like you haven't stepped on my feet eight times."

"I did not."

"So I guess I just imagined my toes being squashed."

"And do we really have to be this close or is this you trying to be smooth?"

"Okay, one. I don't have to try to be smooth. I'm the definition of smooth. And if I were trying to run game with you, you wouldn't have to ask."

"Is that a fact?"

"It is at that. And that is a part of the Bat training."

He was sure Artemis wasn't expecting the dip, but she refrained from squeaking. The look of shock on her face was exaggerated enough to be comical, and Robin couldn't deny he was enjoying messing with her. So with her arms around his neck, he couldn't resist leaning closer, his face inches from hers, and it was all he could do to not laugh.

"Still need to ask?"

"Ahem."

They both looked toward the doorway and saw Kaldur standing there with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"This isn't what it looks like!" Artemis blurted and struggled to stand upright. Robin helped her, and she immediately stood away from him. "I just needed – I mean, we were…He was teaching me how to waltz and uh..."

Wow. He'd never seen Artemis turn that red before. It really clashed with her costume.

"Of course, you do not need to explain anything to me. As long as your relationship does not affect team missions then –"

"We're not in a relationship! He's a kid, for crying out loud. I am not a cradle robber."

"Hey!"

"Oh, certainly, Artemis. Whatever you say."

With a frustrated roar, Artemis stomped away from Robin and past Kaldur, out the door.

Robin looked Kaldur's gaze and smirked.

"Kal…you're evil, man."

"I do not know what you mean," his answering grin belied his innocent words.