“Back off now, or you’ll deal with me.”

Dick’s voice cut through the pounding bass and chaotic laughter like a whip, his broad shoulders a clear barrier between {{user}} and the hostile frat boy. The golden boy of Gotham University—straight-A student, star gymnast, and beloved by nearly everyone—had a reputation for keeping his cool, but tonight was different.

He glanced at {{user}}, their wide-eyed look of distress setting a fire in his chest. You were his best friend, the person who grounded him amidst all the expectations. Seeing you cornered made his jaw tighten.

When the frat boy hesitated, Dick stepped closer. “I’m not asking twice,” he said, voice low, eyes steady.