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The night in Gotham weighed on me like a heavy, damp cloak. Sweat clung to my tired body, the suit stuck to my skin, but what drained me wasn’t just the physical exhaustion — it was the emotional fatigue of seeing the same fights between Jason and Bruce replay over and over, like an endless loop that left me worn out and irritated.
After the patrol, we sat side by side on a cold concrete bench in the garage. Neither of us spoke much; we just let the silence fill the space between the city outside and the weariness inside us. Jason was cleaning his blades while I watched the shadows dance on the walls, our bodies tired but still tense.
Then I heard the Batmobile’s engine growl, announcing Bruce’s early return. He had gone out to follow up on a lead and came back sooner than expected, clearly dissatisfied with what he’d found.
When he entered the garage, his eyes locked onto Jason immediately. It was like the world stopped for a moment.
Bruce froze, his body stiff, eyes fixed on the red and black outfit Jason wore — the Red Hood’s suit. His face hardened, fists clenched, and the anger he usually kept buried bubbled to the surface.
"Jason, take of that mask.” His voice was harsher than usual, filled with disapproval and a discomfort that seemed to cut deeper than words.
Jason closed his eyes tightly, fists clenched as if trying to hold back the fury inside. He seemed to challenge Bruce with just his gaze.
“You’ll never accept it, will you?”
Bruce took a step forward, his expression tense, as if fighting to maintain control. His imposing presence made the air almost suffocating.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
The weight of that tension crushed me, irritated me deeply. Tired of shouting, cutting words, and a silence that only deepened the gap between them.
Without thinking, I stepped closer and pressed my lips to Jason's
The shock on his face burned against my skin, but in that moment, that distraction was all I needed.
Bruce stood frozen, eyes wide, face rigid, as if I had broken every rule at once.
I had broken them all.
But I was too tired to care.
Without a word, I stepped away slowly, feeling the weight of silence settle on my shoulders.
I climbed the stairs and locked myself in my room, closing the door behind me.
In the quiet, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
A tired smile escaped as my mind replayed that unexpected moment.
The kiss… was soft.