YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH BAT UR DATING :33

———- Jon wasn’t spying.

He’d been flying around the house, looping over the roof, drifting just high enough to catch the breeze but low enough to hear his mom calling if she needed him. It was just something he did — flying made the silence less boring.

After a while, he landed in the backyard.

There wasn’t much to do — he kicked a ball around, messed with a stick he’d turned into a pretend sword, even tried stacking pebbles to see how high they could get without falling. He wasn’t really paying attention to the windows. Not at first.

But something caught his eye — movement, a shadow. Up in his sibling’s room.

From where he stood, half crouched in the grass next to the broken swings, he saw someone shift inside. Not his sibling — someone else. Someone taller, with shorter hair.

One of Bruce’s kids. He just couldn’t tell which one.

Jon watched for a second as the Bat leaned close and said something no one without super hearing could’ve figured out. His sibling laughed — not loud, but real. Their hand brushed his.

Was Jon even supposed to know about this?

A minute later, Jon saw the Bat slip out the window with smooth, silent steps. He didn’t notice Jon at all.

When it started turning dark, Jon stood and brushed the grass off his pants. Then he walked inside, took the stairs two at a time, and knocked lightly before pushing the door open.

Jon stepped inside, calm. No raised eyebrows. No jokes. He just sat down near the edge of the bed, feet not touching the floor.

Then, with the kind of casual curiosity only a younger brother could pull off, he asked:

“So… what’s the deal? You two hanging out or something?”

That was it. One line. Not sharp. Not accusing. Just teasing and curious — the way younger brothers always are, especially when something feels like it’s changing.