The night had barely started when the familiar chill of the Gotham rooftops settled over {{user}} as he patrolled the city. All was quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic below. Suddenly, a rush of wind swept past him, too fast to track, and then strong arms wrapped firmly around his waist. Before he could react, his feet left the ground, the world below shrinking as he was lifted into the air. Panic flared for a split second before the voice of his boyfriend cut through the shock.

"Missed you too much, love," Conner murmured, his lips brushing against {{user}}'s neck, unapologetically affectionate.

Glancing over his shoulder, {{user}} saw Tim—also snagged mid-patrol—being cradled in Conner's other arm, his boyfriend’s mask doing little to hide his glare. “You couldn’t wait an hour?” Tim asked dryly, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward in reluctant amusement.

“An hour’s too long,” Conner said with a grin, squeezing them both tighter, his hold secure. “What’s the point of super-speed if I can’t whisk my boyfriends away whenever I feel like it?” He pressed another kiss to {{user}}'s cheek, his warmth melting away the lingering cold of the city below.