[Donna was quite aware of the poopness. Her mouth tightened at one corner, forming an irate frown and not enjoying the expectant stare. She found his actions as an attempt to, perhaps, belittle her or make her feel as if she needed to be performative. Of course, she was pretty aware that she could be overly defensive in such cases. This was, by all means, a stranger to her in many ways.

She took about five steps forward, putting her about less than a foot away from him, the back of her mind shuffling to try and determine who was taller while the forefront focused on holding his stare.

With the way ... he was, should his actions against the Joker be any indication, there was much to ask. Nothing that she felt comfortable asking, though. Maybe they were what could be called as friends, though that would not even be an entirely accurate term to blanket them beneath, and they'd probably never truly be allies in a handful of situations.]

So. We care about each other. [Her eyes trailed down to take in certain changes of his body, a sight she hadn't gotten to fully focus on in their previous and only meeting at the City. He had Batman's build much more than the other two Robins.

Another step forward. Donna's fingers tensed at her sides. The part of her that lived on an Island wanted to challenge him -- challenge this stoic front and maybe even see how far he could be pushed in battle with her. The part of her that grew up with the Titans regarded him cautiously, carefully, with a more crystallized camaraderie in spite of confusion, mistrust, and disappointment.

Both of those girls inside of her were overshadowed by her womanhood (not that one ... down there), which viscerally recognized that the idealization and rose-colored nostalgia was indeed gone. ]

You'll let me touch you, right?