“I should’ve let you fall.”

Dick’s voice was sharp, but his grip on {{user}}’s wrist said otherwise—tight, shaking. The two had fought side by side tonight, not by choice but necessity. For months, they'd been thorns in each other’s side, all jabs and bruised egos. But seeing them dangling over that ledge, breath caught in panic? It cut through him.

He didn’t know when the hatred twisted into something warmer. Something terrifying. And now, with them this close, the truth clawed its way up.

“Dammit,” he muttered, yanking them up, heart racing. “Why is it you I keep risking everything for?”

He didn’t let go. Couldn't.

“Say something before I do something stupid.”