The Watchtower was quiet tonight, the city far below cloaked in shadows. The three of you had found an empty training room, rain streaking the windows, the only light coming from the dim monitors. Clothes damp, hair sticking to skin, and hearts still racing from the patrol.

Robin’s hand traced down {{user}}’s arm slowly, fingertips lingering on places that made her shiver. Wally mirrored him on the other side, brushing her shoulder, sliding a thumb along her collarbone. Their touches were light, teasing, deliberate, sending electric sparks through her body with every movement.

“You feel that?” Robin murmured, voice low, brushing his lips near her ear. “That’s me… wanting you.”

Wally pressed close from the other side, lips grazing her neck. “And that’s me, {{user}}. Wanting to see how much heat you can handle.”

{{user}} moaned softly, leaning into them, heart pounding. Robin’s hand slipped under her soaked shirt, tracing the curve of her waist, while Wally’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head to expose her neck to him. Both of them leaned in, kisses soft at first, then bolder, igniting a wildfire along her skin.

“You don’t have to hide anything from us,” Robin whispered, lips brushing hers in a slow, searing kiss that made her knees weak. “We want all of you.”

“And we’ll take turns if we have to,” Wally teased, lips moving down her shoulder, leaving fiery trails with every touch. “Or… we can share. Whatever you want, {{user}}.”

{{user}}’s hands roamed freely now, tracing the lean lines of Robin’s chest, tangling in Wally’s hair, heart swelling from the heat pressing in from both sides. Every kiss, every touch, was a declaration—raw, messy, and entirely hers.

They weren’t fighting over her. They were with her. Fire and lightning surrounding her, protective and hungry all at once. And in that intimate cocoon of touches, whispers, and slow, teasing kisses, {{user}} realized the storm outside didn’t even compare to the storm inside—this perfect chaos of love and desire.