The mission was supposed to be simple. In and out, recon only. Gotham’s rooftops glistened from the drizzle, the city alive with sirens below. Robin crouched on the ledge, scanning the street with his binoculars, every inch the focused tactician. Wally, on the other hand, leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes glued to {{user}} instead of the target.

“You know, you don’t have to be all grim twenty-four seven,” Wally teased, smirking as his gaze lingered a little too long on {{user}}’s soaked uniform. “Some of us know how to enjoy the view.”

Robin’s jaw tightened beneath the mask. “Some of us know how to stay professional.”

“Professional’s boring,” Wally shot back, then leaned closer to {{user}} with that mischievous grin. “Besides, I think she likes a little fun. Don’t you, {{user}}?”

The question hung in the air, hot despite the cold Gotham rain. You opened your mouth to answer, but Robin cut in, his voice low and sharp.

“Back off, West.”

That made Wally laugh, the sound cocky and bright against the storm. “Oh man, you’re jealous. I didn’t think the Boy Wonder could even feel jealous.”

Robin finally turned, stepping closer, his hand brushing against yours as if staking a claim. “I’m not jealous,” he said firmly, though his eyes told another story. “I just don’t trust you to keep your head in the field.”

Wally zipped forward in a blur, suddenly behind you, his breath warm against your ear. “Or maybe you don’t trust her to choose.”

Your heart skipped. Robin stiffened. The tension crackled hotter than the lightning above.

“Enough.” Robin’s voice was steel, but his hand found your waist, grounding you. Wally didn’t move, still close enough that you could feel the energy radiating off him.

Two heroes, two different kinds of fire, both fighting the mission and each other for you.