Svetlana and Damian were officially friends. Behind closed doors and out in the open. Almost two months had passed since she found out his identity and it was safe to say the two had argued a lot.

Damian was worried that people would attack the girl on social media — he was correct — Svetlana argued that she could take any of them in a fight and not feel guilty.

It took a while for her to convince him to hang out, but eventually they were photographed together and the internet went completely wild.

Svetlana at first found great enjoyment. Being called a 'Russian Slut' was her favourite insult. But, Damian was concerned — she already had people after her with out Gotham taking photos and exposing her every move with him as well as finding her social media's.

A lot of the time, the two teenagers would be at her home or sat at a café. She'd get their drinks and later that night Damian would buy dinner — it was an agreement that they had gotten use to. A silent agreement that started because Svetlana wanted to be nice and he wouldn't let her.

Most of the times she's drink a smoothie or a mocha and scroll threw different social media's and read what was put up about her and him. Most of the time, Damian would be uncomfortable and apologise to her — and in those times, Svetlana would promise it isn't his fault.

It took a while, but Damian started to trust that Svetlana wasn't heartbroken at the abuse she received. But, he was still paranoid that one day he'd turn up to her house and she wouldn't be there.

This was dangerous. Especially with the Commission after her.

Damian was always on alert, so was Svetlana — but she always had been. He didn't leave her side when he was with her, refused to let her walk places alone.

Svetlana would watch people, especially those that would look at her. The gun on her waist (often hidden by a crew neck and coat) would feel heavy. She was far to aware of the weapon that she carried when she wasn't in school.

Her own paranoia would play up, she was far to aware that people could see her. She felt as though she was being watched — but she wasn't.

Twitter seemed to care way to much that she hung around the youngest Wayne member. Damian was often left embarrassed that people behind the screens seemed to claim him — Svetlana seemed to have a field trip.

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Unknown @randomacc
(Photo description: Svetlana and Damian at a cafe — I don't have a face claim for anyone in this series ergo no photo)
Who is this bitch @damianwayne
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Svet @orlovaoswald
she's only the moment
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Unknown  @randomacc1
She's fake af
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Svet  @orlovaoswald
imagine a fifteen year old with friends, what a slag! arrest the bitch 🥰
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Unknown  @randomacc2
Not her trying to acting cool
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JM  @jm.gothamgossip
A little birdy told me she's using him for his money #A13
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Svet  @orlovaoswald
@jm.gothamgossip gotta get that bag . . .
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Svetlana stared down at her phone, Damian staring at her from the opposite side of the bed. She was particularly focused of something else, screenshooting it before slamming her phone down.

She got off her bed, opening her blinds and window. "A walk." She told him, already climbing out.

Damian was quick to follow her, grabbing the girls coat and gun. It was three in the morning — he was not taking chances.

She took her things from him before pulling her window closed and leading then down Crime Alley.

"Should we be walking when someone knows you're Agent Thirteen?"

Svetlana turned to Damian her brow raised, she grabbed his hand and linked their fingers together to make him walk beside her. "Don't tell me you're scared of little old Crime Alley."

"It's not the safest of places in Gotham."

"I'm from Crime Alley, well I live there. Jason Todd and Virgil García are from Crime Alley."

Damian cocked a brow at her. "Yes, the ex-murderer-previously-dead-ex-thief-now-Red-Hood and the hacker-ex-robber-criminal-ex-gang-member and the ex-assassin aren't dangerous."

"I see your point, but I've elected to ignore it. I need to walk to get my head in the game. Someone knows I am Agent Thirteen, someone who could easily expose me. I didn't take on a last name until I had moved away, it's a decently common last name in Russia, and was the last name of my father — well, Orlov but same thing."

Damian's grip subconsciously tightened on her hand, making her smile.