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Marinette didn’t like guns.
Glancing down she saw a pair of guns tossed carelessly on the floor of her apartment grimaced, not liking their presence. Guns after all—there was a reason Batman didn’t like them, something she came to understand more upon as she got older, nor would she ever use them. Thus, she wasn’t the one to place the guns on her coffee table.
The presence of the guns though meant the presence of another, the owner of the gun being present as well. She let out a sigh, her eyes drifting over to the couch where she saw the person in question—the presence—there softly snoring. In the back of her mind, she remembered when he was just Robin, without the mask which designated him as the Red Hood.
“Seriously. What would you have done if it hadn’t been me who walked in here like that? They might get the wrong idea?”
She watched him turn on his side, grunting before drifting off into a deeper sleep a smile flickering across her face before she moved the guns from where he’d carelessly tossed them onto the coffee table.
“Well, at least your comfortable enough here to ditch your guns, let alone let me pick them up.”