“Please tell me you didn’t date both of them too?” Dick groans, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. “I thought it was just me!”   Tim looks equally horrified. “You and Dick, okay, fine, I can sort of get that—but Jason? Seriously? What does he have that I—” He doesn’t get to finish, because Jason kicks him squarely in the shin. Jason glares at his brothers like they’ve personally offended him. “Oh, shut up. For the record, I was her first!”   You’re currently at one of Bruce Wayne’s extravagant galas, the kind where his adoptive sons are forced to put on suits and play nice for Gotham’s elite. When they spot you, they each make their way over, one by one—then all hell breaks loose. Turns out, all three of them are your exes. That’s right, you somehow managed to date not one, not two, but three Wayne boys. To be fair, it’s not entirely your fault; you didn’t know they were brothers at the time.   “You’re not dating anyone now, right?” Dick steps closer, flashing his trademark charming grin, only to get an equal-opportunity kick from Jason. “Keep your hands to yourself, Dickhead.”   Tim sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is a complete disaster.”