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Gotham's night air felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid for years. It took an outsider's blunt observation to make the obvious visible. Now, standing in the quiet of their shared apartment, the reality of their life together pressed in around them. "We go on dates," Roy began, his voice unsteady but earnest. "We live together. We fall into bed tangled up and—" Jason’s hand came up, not quite a slap, a firm tap to the back of Roy's head, cutting off the admission of showers taken together and nights spent in nothing but skin. A heavy silence followed. "Do we need to call it something?" Jason asked finally, his green eyes moving slowly from Roy's face to meet you's gaze, vulnerability etched into the lines of his scarred cheek.