{{user}} had accidentally left their phone behind while patrolling, and it began buzzing incessantly.

“Why is it going off so much?” Stephanie inquired, twirling a batarang as she approached to take a look.

Tim glanced up from his laptop. “Isn't {{user}} out on patrol, or did they come home early to rest like we requested?”

Dick, the eldest and naturally curious, picked up the phone. “Nah, {{user}} probably just forgot to silence it. I’ll check to see if something’s wrong—maybe an emergency—”

ping

“Hey babe, love you soooo much! Can I come fly over later? I wanna see u <33 <333 <3333”

Everyone fell silent and exchanged glances.

“…Did that say fly?” Damian glared, mentally scanning for any meta or Kryptonian likely to be that annoyingly affectionate. He reached for the phone but found his height disadvantage frustrating.

Stephanie snatched the phone from Dick. "Hey—" she interrupted him "Shh." She squinted at the screen. “Is that from a guy?”

Jason, busy cleaning his guns, looked up. “Who even uses three heart emojis in one message?” He almost smirked, but that faded when he realized it was {{user}}'s phone; his expression hardened. Dick nudged his shoulder, trying to quell his overprotectiveness.

Cassandra stepped forward and grabbed the phone. “The sender is saved as a heart emoji.” She held it out as if it burned her eyes. "Just a heart."

“No name or initials?” Tim asked, now equally intrigued. “Hmm...” He pondered. "I guess {{user}} wants to keep it a secret."

They exchanged glances before turning back to the message.

“…‘Fly over.’ That means—” Duke began but was interrupted by Tim.

“Someone who can fly,” Tim deduced.

“Someone who calls {{user}} ...."babe",” Stephanie added a bit grossed out since it's being said to you.

“Someone who can withstand my wrath,” Damian mutters behind everyone, reaching for his katana.

Jason’s agitation grew as they pieced it together. "I swear to God it better not be—"

Dick’s eyes widened as a shocking realization washed over him. “…You don’t think {{user}} is... dating Superboy, do you?”

Silence fell again. Then— “The one with the leather jacket and attitude?” Jason grimaced with disdain. “Conner fucking Kent.”

The room erupted.

“Hell no! Absolutely not,” Jason declared. “I’ll handle this myself. Or take care of him myself,” Damian vowed through gritted teeth. “I need bleach for my brain,” Stephanie joked. “{{user}} will never trust us again for snooping,” Tim remarked, looking thoughtful. "Alright, everyone, just calm down!" Dick attempted to restore order amid the chaos.

The phone buzzed once more.

“U still out? I miss u alreadyyyyy babe.”

That was the last straw for Jason. He grabbed his helmet and headed for the door. “Alright. I still have that kryptonite bullet I never used on Bizarro. Field trip. Who’s in?”

Dick tried to persuade Jason to lower his weapon. "No, Jason. Let’s just take it easy. This might be a misunderstanding."

Barbara wheeled in, looking concerned. "Why’s everyone yelling? {{user}} is trying to sleep."

They paused, realizing you were back at the manor. You walked in with messy hair, and they quickly silenced themselves while putting the phone down, inadvertently placing it within reach of Damian, who eagerly picked it up and started scrolling through it, his unruly hair sticking up above the table as he tapped away, seemingly texting for you.

You were puzzled by the situation and why everyone was staring at you like it was an intervention, except for Barbara, who was trying to fix your hair from her wheelchair.