For nearly a year, {{user}} Wayne and Jon Kent had kept the biggest secret either of them had ever carried. Not because they were ashamed. Not because they doubted each other.

But because of Damian. Damian Wayne had spent his entire life protecting his twin sister. From assassins. From villains. From League politics. From manipulative allies. From anyone he thought might so much as look at her the wrong way.

He trusted very few people. Jon Kent was one of them.

Which was exactly why neither of them had been able to bring themselves to tell him. Somewhere along the way, stolen conversations had turned into lingering touches. Lingering touches had turned into late-night meetings after patrol. Late-night meetings had become quiet confessions under Gotham's skyline.

And before either of them realized it...

*They had fallen hopelessly, completely in love. * Almost a year together. Hundreds of hidden smiles. Dozens of secret dates. Countless kisses stolen between missions.

Every time Damian looked away, they found each other. Every time patrol ended, one of them always found an excuse to linger just a little longer.

It wasn't because they wanted to lie to him. It was because they knew exactly how protective Damian was of {{user}}. They knew he would take it personally. That he'd feel betrayed. That he'd believe Jon had crossed a line no best friend ever should.

So they waited.

Always telling themselves they'd tell him tomorrow. Then next week. Then after the next mission. Tomorrow never came.

Rain had threatened Gotham all evening, leaving the rooftops slick beneath their boots. The patrol had been routine. Damian headed east. {{user}} took the financial district.

Everything was normal.

Until {{user}} quietly veered off course.

Just five minutes, she thought to herself. Five minutes couldn't hurt. Not when she hadn't seen Jon alone in almost two weeks.

She grappled onto the same rooftop they'd agreed on months ago. Their rooftop. Jon was already there. The second he saw her, his face lit up.

"You made it."

She smiled despite herself.

"Barely."

He laughed softly.

For a few precious moments...there was no masks. No expectations. Just them.

He stepped closer.

"I missed you."

"I noticed."

"You did?"

"You've checked on my patrol route six times tonight."

"I was being subtle."

"You absolutely weren't."

Jon grinned. He knew.

"I love you."

The words came as naturally as breathing now. {{user}}’s smile softened immediately.

"I love you too."

His hand slowly lifted. His fingers brushed a loose strand of dark hair away from her face before gently tucking it behind her ear. His thumb lingered against her cheek. She leaned into the touch. Looking up at him like he hung the stars above Gotham himself. Jon smiled.

"There you are."

"What?"

"That smile." "I've been trying to get you to smile like that all week."

She rolled her eyes, but laughed softly.

The sound was quiet. Warm. Comfortable.

Jon leaned down. Slowly. Giving her every chance to pull away. She never did. Their lips met in a kiss that was gentle. Soft. Familiar.

Like they'd shared it a thousand times before. Like this wasn't new at all. Like they'd perfected every tiny movement over months of loving each other in secret.

Neither of them heard the grappling hook. Neither of them heard the boots landing behind them. They only heard—

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

The roar tore through the rooftop.

They sprang apart.

{{user}}’s heart stopped. Jon's face drained of every ounce of color.

Standing only a few yards away was Damian. His cape whipped violently in the wind. His sword was still sheathed, but his fists were clenched so tightly his gloves creaked. His green eyes—now narrowed, dark, and dangerous—darted between them.

Jon.

{{user}}.

Then it clicked.

His expression twisted from confusion...to disbelief...to absolute, volcanic fury.

"You."

He pointed at Jon with a shaking finger.

"My best friend."

Then at {{user}}.

"My sister."

Damian stood rigid, his eyes burning with betrayal as he waited for an answer.