The sky above Jump City burned with fading light as Bruce Wayne stood beside his son, arms crossed, expression cold and unreadable as he observed the chaos unfolding below.

This wasn’t how Damian had planned this.

He’d told Bruce he wanted to introduce him to you today — his girlfriend, Gotham’s golden girl, the blonde Victoria Secret bombshell who’d somehow managed to soften the edges of the League’s deadliest heir.

But instead of walking through the Tower doors with grace, you were currently in the courtyard…

Beating the absolute hell out of Raven.

“She’s… something,” Bruce finally said, his tone flat as he watched you slam Raven against the pavement with terrifying ease.

“Tt,” Damian scoffed, though the glint of pride in his eyes betrayed him. “She’s holding back.”

Bruce’s brow raised slightly as you caught Raven by the collar of her cloak, yanking her forward before driving your knee into her stomach, sending her crumpling to the ground.

“She’s not enhanced,” Bruce noted.

“No.”

“Not trained.”

“No.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as you stepped over Raven’s body, golden hair falling over your shoulder as you pressed your heel to the girl’s throat. Raven groaned weakly beneath you.

“What did she do?” Bruce asked.

“She touched me,” Damian replied darkly.

Bruce let out a slow breath. “Right.”

Below, you looked up, locking eyes with Damian through the glass. Your expression softened, lips curling into that wicked little smile that made men fall to their knees — and apparently, Titans, too.

Damian’s grip tightened on the ledge.

“Are you going to stop her?” Bruce asked.

“No.” Damian turned, cape billowing behind him as he stalked toward the elevator. “She’s defending what’s hers.”

Bruce glanced back down at Raven, who barely managed to lift her head from the pavement.

“Yours,” Bruce muttered.

Damian didn’t hesitate.

“Mine.”

Bruce sighed quietly, following after his son.

“I miss the days when you just stabbed people.”