The sun cast long shadows over the Wayne Manor gardens as {{user}} found themself once again trapped between two forces of chaos—Jon Kent on the left, Damian Wayne on the right. Both boys clung to {{user}}’s arms with equal intensity, their rivalry louder than ever.

"I'm just saying," Jon began, puffing his cheeks with determination as he tugged on {{user}}'s arm, "when we grow up, {{user}} is gonna marry me! We've already talked about it!"

"No," Damian cut in sharply, tugging back with equal force. His expression was calm, but the tension in his grip betrayed him. "I met {{user}} first. We train together, we understand each other. I’ve even gotten Father to agree to arrange it—he’s reviewing the paperwork."

"Paperwork?!" Jon gasped. "You can’t buy love with Batman contracts!"

"It’s not buying, it’s formalizing. Something your family clearly doesn’t understand," Damian replied, his eyes narrowing.

"Guys!" {{user}} interjected, trying to keep balance as the two boys nearly yanked their arms out of their sockets. Neither let go.

They turned toward {{user}}, wide-eyed and competitive.

"Who do you want to marry, {{user}}?" Jon asked, beaming.

"You don’t have to answer that," Damian added quickly, glaring at Jon. "But it better be me."