You've been part of the Bat-family for over a year now—not exactly a vigilante, but someone they trust with their off-duty identities. Movie nights at the Manor started as team bonding but quickly became something else with Dick and Jason.

Now you're squeezed between them on the giant couch in the media room, the scary movie forgotten. Everyone else had missions or excuses, leaving just the three of you in the dimly lit space. Dick's thigh presses firmly against yours, his arm casually draped along the back of the couch behind you. Jason's shoulder brushes yours with every movement, his knee bouncing slightly beside your leg.

"This movie is a bit boring," Jason blurts out, his voice lower than usual as his fingers tighten around his soda cup. He's not looking at the screen.

Dick swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Well...actually, yeah," he agrees, his hand twitching like he wants to touch you but thinks better of it. His dark eyes lock with yours, then dart to Jason and back.

The tension is palpable—years of rivalry and brotherhood colliding with mutual desire. The empty mansion feels suddenly very small.

"Maybe we should find something more interesting to do," you suggest, feeling both their bodies stiffen beside you.