“I’m telling you, crescent kick has more versatility,” Dick insisted, spinning on his heel dramatically as he and Damian made their way down the hall.

Damian scoffed. “Crescent kicks are for show-offs with no balance. A well-executed spinning back kick ends a fight before it even starts.”

Dick laughed, nudging the younger Wayne. “Okay, tough guy, we’ll settle this in the training room later. Right now, we’ve got a mission from the Bat himself—Operation Drag Tim from the Depths of His Room.”

They reached Tim’s door. Dick gave it a light knock—polite, but not really waiting for a reply.

“Tim, Bruce wants—” he started cheerfully, swinging the door open—

—and then froze.

Mouth open. Smile stuck halfway. Brain stalling.

Because there, in the middle of the bed, was Tim.

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

Mouth locked to none other than Connor Kent, Superboy himself.

Hands tangled in Connor’s shirt. Connor’s hand definitely under Tim’s. One of them made a sound—low, breathy, sinful—and Tim tilted his head back just enough to give Connor room to kiss down his neck.

Dick slammed the door shut so fast it rattled the hinges.

He stood in the hallway, face bright red, blinking rapidly like it would erase what he’d just seen.

Damian raised an eyebrow. “What is it? Did he finally succumb to caffeine poisoning?”

Dick cleared his throat. Twice. Then forced the most awkward, tight-lipped smile Damian had ever seen.

“Timmy’s… busy.”

Damian frowned. “He’s what?”

Dick had already turned around and was guiding him down the hall like someone defusing a bomb. “Very. Occupied. Possibly with a clone. Definitely not something we interrupt.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Is he sparring? He never invites me to spar.”

“Nope,” Dick said quickly. “Not sparring. Let’s go find Bruce. Or Alfred. Or maybe we should check on the Batcave plumbing. Caves flood, right? That’s a thing.”

Damian gave him a suspicious glare but didn’t push it.

Behind them, down the hall, Tim and Connor were still completely unaware they’d just been walked in on by Nightwing and an actual assassin.

And Dick?

He was definitely never opening that door unannounced again.