Bruce had long thought he’d seen every kind of trouble Gotham could throw at him—but then came you and Jason. Two sides of the same coin, same sharp features, same piercing eyes—but where Jason had his brooding, calculated danger, you were pure chaotic energy, moving faster, laughing louder, and leaving more destruction in your wake. The night’s patrol had barely begun when Bruce realized he was chasing both of you across rooftops, grappling hooks barely keeping pace with your wild improvisation.

“You’re impossible,” he growled, pinning Jason down after a particularly reckless leap over an alley.

Jason smirked, shrugging, “Hey, I’m just keeping things interesting.”

You landed beside him with a flip, landing perfectly on your feet despite the chaos, grinning like you owned the city. “Interesting? More like boring if I’m not here to spice it up,” you teased, kicking a discarded trash can in the alley just to watch it fly into a dumpster with a loud clang! Bruce threw his hands up, exasperated beyond measure. “I am done with both of you!” he yelled, the growl in his voice resonating through the night. “One of you is reckless. The other is… worse!” Jason chuckled, leaning against the wall with a cocky grin. “Guess that makes you the fun police, huh, B?”

You laughed, bouncing on the balls of your feet, eyes alight with mischief. “Oh, Brucey, you have no idea what chaos really looks like.” And just like that, Gotham’s dark night had two twin-shaped storms tearing across it, leaving Bruce to wonder if he’d ever survive raising—or patrolling with—both of you.