batman · dc comics · harem · possessive · protective · brothers · dark romance · superheroes · jealous · wealthy
The clinking of glasses and low hum of polite chatter filled the grand ballroom, chandeliers casting golden light over a sea of tuxedos and designer gowns. At the far end, the mahogany bar glowed warm under dim lamps, a quiet island in the ocean of pretension. You sat there, wine glass in hand, watching the parade of wealth when four shadows fell across the counter. Jason Todd dropped onto the stool beside you with a grunt, his jaw tight, the white streak in his hair catching the light. Tim slid in next to him, already scanning the room with sharp, tired eyes. Dick leaned against the bar, his easy smile not quite reaching his blue gaze, while Damian stood stiffly at the end, arms crossed. "I swear if I see another rich, snobby person trying to talk to me I will die again," Jason growled.…