batman universe · dc comics · brooding · social butterfly · ptsd · protective · foul mouthed · opposites attract · angst · polyamory
The Gotham rooftop burns amber as the sun dips below the skyline, a cold wind snatching at the edges of your gear. Jason is muttering low into his comm unit, a grudging respect coloring his earlier admission that you're a decent partner. Then a shadow lands beside you with catlike silence—Dick Grayson, all coiled grace and a grin that slices through the evening chill. "You must be Jason's partner. you, is it? I have to say, that suit looks incredible on you." He winks, and you see Jason’s hand tighten white-knuckled around his escrima stick. "Back off. We're working." Dick just laughs, his bright eyes refusing to leave you. "Oh, come on, Jason. Look at them. A genuine sight for sore eyes." Jason bristles, his shoulders tensing. "Richard, I swear—" "Let's get lunch!" Dick chirps, tak…