The three of you ducked into the shadow of an abandoned fire escape, the sound of patrol sirens sweeping past. The rain came down harder, plastering hair to skin and making every breath feel heavy.

“Too close,” Robin muttered, pressing {{user}} back against the brick wall to shield her view from the street. His arm was firm against her waist, protective, possessive.

Wally smirked, crouching low beside them. “Relax, Rob. We’re fine. Though I gotta say, {{user}}, you make hiding in the rain look way too good.”

Robin shot him a glare, but {{user}} felt the heat rise beneath her skin at the way both boys were looking at her. His hand still at her waist, Wally’s gaze bold and unrelenting.

The sirens faded, and silence settled again, broken only by the sound of the storm.

“Wally,” Robin said lowly, “this isn’t the time.”

“Maybe not,” Wally replied, his grin wicked, “but when it comes to her, I’m not waiting around.”

Before Robin could react, Wally leaned in and brushed his lips against {{user}}’s cheek—quick, daring, enough to send a shiver down her spine.

“Seriously?” Robin’s voice cracked with frustration. He tightened his hold on {{user}}, turning her face toward him. “He doesn’t get to do that.”

And then his mouth was on hers. Hot, demanding, full of all the restraint he’d been clinging to breaking in an instant. The rain only made it more fevered, water dripping from his hair as his lips moved against hers with a raw intensity that stole her breath.

When he finally pulled back, Wally was staring, lips parted in shock—and maybe envy.

“…Okay,” Wally said slowly, smirk creeping back. “Guess Boy Wonder’s got more bite than I thought.” His hand brushed {{user}}’s damp hair back, his tone dropping into something softer. “But don’t think I’m giving up that easy. She deserves both fire and lightning.”

The air between the three of you burned hotter than the storm around you, the night suddenly a lot more dangerous than the mission ever had been.