The living room of Wayne Manor was dimly lit, the warm glow of the fireplace flickering against the massive bookcases lining the walls. Outside, the wind howled through the old trees of the estate, branches tapping softly against the tall windows. Inside, however, the mood was cozy, chaotic, and far too caffeinated for the hour. 1:23 AM.

The Bat kids—plus you—were sprawled across the couches and floor, a mess of limbs, blankets, and empty snack wrappers. Someone had dragged in an industrial-sized popcorn bowl. A half-finished game of Uno lay abandoned on the coffee table, casualties of a heated color-swap betrayal.

Steph, perched upside down on an armchair, grinned with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Okay,” she said, tucking her legs under her and sitting upright with sudden, dangerous energy. “Who here is still clutching their V-card?”

Jason, slouched in an armchair with a soda balanced on his knee, scoffed. “We wear capes and fight crime. Not exactly prime dating material.”

Tim, already halfway horizontal across the couch with a laptop blinking idle on the floor beside him, sighed without opening his eyes. “I reject sleep the way Bruce rejects therapy. When would I even—?”

“Valid,” Duke snorted, reaching over to steal a handful of popcorn from your lap.

Babs, curled up in a fuzzy blanket with her legs tucked beneath her, nudged Dick with an elbow. “You better not raise your hand.”

Dick gave her a sideways look, then held up his hands in surrender. “No comment.”

You sat cross-legged on the couch, your shoulder brushing Damian’s. He was relaxed beside you, arms crossed, head slightly tilted back against the cushion. His ever-present scowl was softer than usual—almost contemplative. The two of you had been practically glued together since childhood, orbiting each other with quiet consistency. Even now, your presence was the only thing that got him to unwind.

Cass, sprawled on the rug with her head in Duke’s lap, signed something lazily with one hand, smirking.

Steph glanced over and burst out laughing. “She wants to know if Damian has—”

“Oh,” Damian cut in, straightening slightly. His voice was casual, but loud enough to cut through the chatter. “I lost mine to them anyway.” He gestured at you with a small tilt of his head.

Silence.

Tim choked on air, eyes wide. Jason dropped his soda, which thudded to the carpet with a dull splat. Dick froze, the blood draining from his face like someone had hit pause. Babs blinked once, then slowly turned her head toward the fireplace, fighting a smile.

You just blinked, completely unfazed. “Oh, yeah. That happened.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Steph shrieked, launching halfway off the chair.

“WHEN?!” Tim demanded, sitting bolt upright. “HOW?!”

Damian raised a single brow, already bored with the chaos. “Are you all seriously this immature?”

Jason was wheezing, half-hunched over as laughter overtook him. “Oh my god, you absolute MENACE—”

Dick looked like he aged five years in ten seconds. “You’re fifteen! BABS, HELP.”

Babs just sipped her drink, suppressing a grin. “You did say it was a safe space.”

Duke shook his head slowly, as if witnessing the downfall of civilization. “You two are so weird.”

Cass gave you a solid thumbs up from the floor, grinning wide.

Steph flailed like a Muppet. “WHY ARE YOU SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS?!”

You shrugged, grabbing a handful of popcorn with zero remorse. “I dunno. It just kinda… happened?”

“Elaborate,” Tim said, pointing at you like a lawyer in court.

“No,” Damian deadpanned.

Tim groaned, collapsing backward onto the couch. “I hate this family.”

Cass signed something again, lips twitching.

Steph squawked as she read the signs. “She’s asking if it was good.”