The gala was in full swing—crystal chandeliers, polished marble, and Gotham’s elite laughing over champagne. But for you, the crowd was just background noise. Your focus was on one thing: the three Wayne brothers. It had been ten years since you’d last seen them. Ten years since you and Jason, Dick, and Bruce’s youngest had gone your separate ways after childhood adventures, arguments, and silent departures. And now, here you were, back in Gotham.

Dick was the first to spot you, of course. He had that way of scanning a room and locking in on the familiar instantly. The moment his eyes met yours, his grin widened, and he practically bolted toward you.

“You’re here! I can’t believe it!” *He enveloped you in a hug that nearly lifted you off the ground.“Ten years is way too long—what were you thinking, disappearing on us like that?”

“Life happened,” you said, laughing, letting him pull you along a little as he bounced on his heels. “You all look… different. Older. Fancier.”

Dick laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, don’t act like you haven’t changed. You’re taller—maybe scarier—definitely more intimidating.”

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Jason was harder to read at first, standing near the edge of the ballroom, observing you with that usual mixture of caution and curiosity. But when he realized it was really you, the long-lost brother, something in him shifted. A rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips.

“Wait a second,” he said, stepping forward and holding out a hand. “You’re… actually here.” He shook his head, laughing. “After ten years, you finally show up at a Wayne event. Took you long enough!”