Pixie was constantly at the Wyane manor. Sometimes when she wasn't at a meal everyone would get confused and start asking Damian where she was he replied (with only a touch of bitterness) that she was at her home. Pixie had also gotten to meet Cassandra, Stephine, and Tim. Cass seemed to like her, but Stephine and Tim both thought she had a horrible mental illness because she was willingly friends with Damian.

One day, Pixie was laying across Damian's bed while reading and petting Alferd the cat. Damian was sitting next to her, drawing. Bruce walked into the room.

"Damian may I speak with you for a moment?" Damian nodded, closed his sketchbook, and followed Bruce out of the room, closing the door on the way out. After a few minuntes the door opened again.

"What did Bruce want to talk-" Pixie stopped mid sentance because the boy standing in the door way was not Damian. He slightly pale with bright orange hair and big brown eyes.

"Hi...." He said.

"Hi," Pixie said, "who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Colin Wilkes, Damian best friend."

"Yeah. Damian has told me about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thanks."

There good minunte of akaward silence.

"Well, I should introduce myself, I'm Pixie Witsel-"

"YOUR PIXIE?!" Colin looked as if Pixie just transformed into some kind of higher being. "DAMIAN NEVER SHUTS UP ABOUT YOU!"

A small blush came into Pixie's cheeks.

Colin smiled. "I probably should have know you on sight because of Damian's detailed description of you. It's like he's memorized your face!"

Pixie faced became a darker hue of pink.

"The way he described you.....it's like.....he thinks you look like some kind of angelic goddess."

Pixie's face became the same color as Jason's helmet.

Colin relized his mistake. "Ummmm...sorry. I just have really wanted to meet you and when I get excited or nervous I kind of start to talk on, and on and on. It's a really bad habit. Its just thag Damian makes you sound like the most amazing person ever, I actually think he has a little crush-I mean, he thinks your a good friend."

Pixie was sure that oxygen could no longer reach her brain.

"I should really stop talking, I know I should it's just when I stop talking I keep talking and it gets me in TONS of trouble. It's the worst when I say something I'm not supposed to say. This is why I don't get told Secrects very often. At least I haven't said anything about Damian wanting to ask you ou-"

Damian tackled Colin, covering his mouth. Pixie would have done that ages ago if her brain was functionality properly.

Damian stood up with his foot on Colin's chest so he couldn't get up. Damian was blushing and scowling at thr same time. His eyes also looked bright green.

"I am so sorry- do not listen to what Wiles said- could you leave the room for a moment, I need to speak with Wilkes, privately."

Pixie's face was still red but she could think again. It was obvious to Pixie that Damian was going to do somethig terrible to Colin if she left the room.

"Will you promise not to hurt Colin?"

"No."

Well, Pixie thought, at least Dami's honest. "If you promise not to hurt Colin, I'll leave."

"Leave."

"Promise."

"Leave."

"Promise!"

"No."

"I'm sorry Damian, you give me no other choice."

"What are you-"

Pixie lunged at Daminan, holding him to the ground. Damian could have easily throw Pixie off but he didn't want to hurt her.

"Promise you won't hurt Colin and I'll get off."

Pixie did not understand what she was doing. She pinned Rose like this tons of times, she didn't even think about Damian's gender. But Damian was starting to feel very uncomfortable and he knew it would get so nuch worse if she didn't move immediately.

"Pixie, get off."

"Promise you won't hurt Colin."

"Pixie, please get off."

"PROMISE!"

"I will not touch a hair on his head, just please get off."

Pixie got off of Damian. Damian let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding in. If she had stayed on top of him one moment longer things would have gotten very akaward.

Damian glared at daggers at Colin. Colin feared for his life. Pixie was proud of herself for getting Damian to promise not to hurt Colin, but she did wonder why he sounded so panicked while she was sitting on him.

Alferd came into the room. "I hope I am not interrupting anything, but just finished a batch of cookies. Would you like any?"

"Yes!" Pixie ran down the steps, Alferd followed her. Colin tried to follow Alferd but Damian grabbed the back of his shirt.

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing....."

If looks could kill Colin would be dead.

"Okay so, I may or may not told her that you thought she was pretty.....and that you had a crush on her."

If looks could kill Colin would be a smoldering pile of ash.

"Wilkes, if you ever doing something that idiotic ever again-"

"You promised Pixie you wouldn't hurt me!"

"No, I promised not to touch you. I never said I would not hurt you." Damian's eyes had an evil look.

"Are you guys coming?" Pixie was holding a cookie in her hand and looking at the boys.

"Yes, we are." Damian said. Damian followed Pixie. Colin followed Damian.

Colin noticed that Damian seemed less likely tok kill someone in front of Pixie. Colin hoped that Damian would ask her our because if Damian did Colin would never have to worry about Damian killing him. Colin also thought they also seemed pretty good together.