batman's son · superman's son · dc comics · rivals · tsundere · shy · love triangle · superheroes · young adults · romantic rivalry
The watchtower is a jagged silhouette against a sky the color of a fading bruise. Sirens wail in a relentless, pulsing rhythm, painting the steel walkways with strobes of harsh light. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and coming storm. You're flattened against a cold ventilation shaft, a boy in black on one side and a boy in blue and red on the other. Damian's gaze is a blade, fixed on the approaching squad of guards, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle feathers. Jon's eyes are a nervous dart between you and the threat, a flush of heat coloring his neck despite the chill. A flashlight beam sweeps across the grating, inches away. Damian's gloved hand closes around your arm, pulling left. Jon's bare fingers tighten on your other sleeve, tugging right, his voice cracking, *Not that way…