REQ - @sxtrgirl (thank u for the sweet words!)

The last thing Dick wanted to be doing on a Friday night was fighting his brothers, but luck clearly wasn’t on his side.

One-too-many jokes about Jason’s heavy metal helmet, and what started as friendly teasing turned into a full-blown wrestling match. Poor Tim was stuck in the middle, doing his best to play peacemaker.

“Who gets more head injuries, huh?” Jason grunted, shoving at Dick’s shoulder as Tim ducked to avoid being elbowed in the face.

“I’m sorry—sorry, ow!” Dick groaned, a little dizzy, before he slipped right off the edge of the building… with Jason still latched onto him.

And, as any good brother would, Jason grabbed Tim’s ankle on the way down, dragging him along. The three of them crashed through the window of the opposite apartment building, landing in a heap surrounded by shattered glass.

“Fucking hell—” Jason started, only for Dick’s hand to slap over his mouth.

“Shut up. Don’t wake her.”

Jason blinked, confused. Her? Since when did Dick know a girl that wasn’t one of the two redheads he couldn’t seem to make up his mind about?

Tim sat up slowly, clutching his head with a groan. “Guys, please, I think I have a head injur—” He paused mid-sentence, frowning. He was the smartest of the three, and the realization dawned on him fast. “Wait. Did you say her? As in… you have a girlfriend?”

Dick’s tone was sharper than they were used to. “Don’t. Wake. Her. Up—”

Too late. A yawning figure appeared in the doorway, drowning in an oversized Gotham Knights T-shirt that was clearly not hers. She froze, blinking at the scene: shattered glass, three idiots on the floor, and her boyfriend right in the middle of it.