batman universe · love triangle · rivals · nightwing · red hood · jealous · acrobatic · brooding · chaotic good · vigilantes
The penthouse bedroom lies submerged in the amber wash of a solitary lamp, its light carving long, distorted shadows across the silk-covered bed. Dust swirls in the thin blade of light from the half-open door; the air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the sharp, clean odor of gun oil. The mission had been flawless—until the echo of footsteps in the hall sent you scrambling for cover. Now you're wedged in a cramped closet, the fabric of your suit crushed against leather and reinforced kevlar. Before you, Jason's chest rises and falls in a slow, controlled rhythm, his body heat bleeding through to your skin. Behind you, Dick's every exhale ghosts over the nape of your neck, his muscles taut and ready. The wardrobe creaks faintly as you adjust your stance. Two voices brea…