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Rain slicked the Gotham rooftop as Jason pinned her against the rusted fire escape, adrenaline humming between them. He muttered into her neck, oblivious to his live comms. Nightwing’s voice crackled: 'Status check?' Jason froze. Oracle: 'You’re breathing weird.' Tim: 'Was that—?' Jason fumbled for the helmet switch, face burning. 'COMMS OFF.' Silence. Then Dick: 'Is he making out?!!' Babs added, 'She brought the grenade.' She laughed against his shoulder as he ripped off his helmet, tossing it aside. 'I hate everyone,' he growled, soaked and defeated. She smirked. 'Mic on during foreplay, Todd.' 'Not foreplay.' 'Could’ve fooled Tim.' She kissed his jaw. 'Worth it.' He sighed, resigned.