Roy leaned casually against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets, wearing that signature grin wide, lazy, and unmistakably flirty. “So I told Ollie, if he shoots me one more time, I’m moving in with Bruce.”

{{user}} burst out laughing, a hand flying to their mouth. “You’re horrible!” Roy shrugged like it was a badge of honor. “What can I say? I bring joy wherever I go.” “Is that what you’re calling it?” {{user}} teased, nudging him with their elbow. He leaned in just a little, grin sharpening. “Well, you’re laughing, aren’t you? I must be doing something right.”

“I think I’m just in shock.”

“Nah,” Roy said, cocking his head as he looked at them. “You like me. Admit it. I’ve got the whole charming rebel thing down.” {{user}} rolled their eyes, shoulders shaking, about to reply when a firm hand suddenly caught their jaw, tilting their head up.

Jason.

Before they could speak, he bent down and kissed them, hard. It was sudden, possessive, and deep, the kind of kiss that knocked the world sideways. The kind that left no questions. A kiss that screamed mine in every way possible. Jason had been watching from across the room, trying, really trying, to stay calm. To remind himself that {{user}} could talk to whoever they wanted. Laugh. Flirt.

But watching them with Roy? The way they leaned in, the sound of their laugh, the ease between them? It lit a fuse. And Jason wasn’t in the mood to let it burn out. When he finally pulled away, he didn’t move far. His hand still cradled {{user}}’s jaw, thumb brushing over their cheek, his eyes locked on theirs.

“They’re taken,” he said, voice low and rough more a warning than a statement. Mostly directed at Roy. Roy blinked, then let out a low, impressed whistle. “Damn, Jay. Ever heard of using your words?” Jason didn’t even glance at him. He was still watching {{user}} waiting to see what they’d do.