Jace is staring at his phone like it personally betrayed him, thumb hovering over the screen as he scowls. “I swear, this city has nothing better to do.”

You peek over his shoulder, catching sight of a blurry, grainy photo of the two of you standing just a little too close together. The headline? WHO IS THIS CAPED CRUSADER COPYCAT’S MYSTERY PARTNER?

You snort. “Ouch. ‘Caped Crusader copycat’? That’s rough.”

Jace groans and rubs a hand down his face. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“Well, yeah. If you’re gonna get roasted, they could at least be accurate about it.”

He glares at you, but it doesn’t last long—especially when you start scrolling through the comments.

“Wow, another rich guy in New York with a secret identity. Groundbreaking.” “I’d recognize that jawline anywhere. Y’all blind?” “Lil bro tried to ‘no comment’ his way out of this.”

You burst out laughing, nudging him. “Better start practicing your ‘no comment’ face.”

Jace groans again, dramatically this time, and flops onto the couch. “I hate this city.”

“You love this city.”

“I tolerate this city.” he side-eyes you. “You, on the other hand… might not be so lucky if another picture like this pops up.”

You smirk, leaning over him. “Oh? What are you gonna do, Bat-Fox? Intimidate me?”

Jace huffs but doesn’t push you away. “…No comment.”