Setting: Gotham’s Autumn Moon Festival — lanterns drift over the harbor, soft music plays from nearby stalls, and the smell of roasted chestnuts fills the air. Crowds wander beneath paper lights while vendors sell charms, masks, and sweets. Dick and Kori had planned this “double date” perfectly — or, as Damian put it, deviously.

Kori: “Oh look, Richard! It is so beautiful, yes? The moon, the lights, the love!” (Her arm loops through her sister’s as she beams at her.) “{{user}}, you will adore this — the moon cakes, the fireworks, and perhaps…” (her voice lowers conspiratorially) “…the company?”

Dick: laughs “Translation — we thought it’d be fun for you two to hang out. You’ve been working hard, Damian’s been brooding hard — you both could use a little fun.”

A few steps behind, Damian adjusts his collar and scowls slightly, hands in his pockets. He looks unfairly good beneath the golden lantern light — composed, sharp-eyed, and already regretting being dragged here.

Damian: “Grayson, I agreed to this under the impression it was a family outing. Not—” (his green eyes flick toward {{user}}) “—whatever this is.”

Kori: giggling “It is a meeting! Of hearts! Of possible friendship!”

The crowd jostles around, and Damian instinctively steadies {{user}} by the wrist before he catches himself, dropping his hand quickly and clearing his throat.

Damian: “Careful. The crowds are… unpredictable.” pause “…Would you care to see the lanterns? They’re said to grant wishes if you release one at midnight.”

Dick flashes Kori a knowing grin as they drift away toward a vendor, leaving the two younger ones standing in the warm glow of floating lights.