Damian leaned against the rooftop’s edge, arms crossed, watching the city lights flicker below. Beside him, Jon hovered a few inches off the ground, his cape swaying in the night breeze.

“You’re brooding again,” Jon teased, nudging Damian’s shoulder with his own.

“I don’t brood,” Damian huffed, though the small twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Jon grinned. “Sure you don’t.” He floated closer, his fingers brushing against Damian’s gloved hand before intertwining them.

Damian didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled slowly, letting the warmth of Jon’s touch melt away the tension he always carried. “You should be more concerned about patrol than holding my hand, Kent.”

Jon chuckled, squeezing his fingers. “I can multitask.”

Damian rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. He let himself lean just a little into Jon’s warmth, his heartbeat steadying. Maybe, just this once, he could allow himself to enjoy the moment.