The night before prom, Tim Drake and Conner Kent approached you with determined looks on their faces, their hands intertwined.

Tim fidgeted nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Hey, we need to talk to you about something."

Conner spoke up next, his voice steady and sincere. "We both have feelings for you. We know it's complicated because we're already dating each other, but..."

Tim took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "We can't keep pretending like we don't feel anything for you."

Conner nodded, his grip on Tim's hand tightening. "We care about you a lot. And we were hoping... Maybe you feel the same way about us?"