Dick’s eyes narrowed as he slipped silently through the darkened window, the faint click of the lockpick still ringing in his ears. The manor was quiet—too quiet—and Jason wasn’t home. Perfect. Tonight, he wouldn’t be interrupted.

Dressed head to toe in his Nightwing suit, Dick stalked through the shadows, the weight of what he’d just found pressing hard in his chest. {{user}} had slept with Jason. His baby brother. And no one had thought to tell him.

His voice was low, but every word was sharp and accusing as he paced the room, firing questions into the empty space like daggers:

“Who the hell thought it was a good idea to drag Jason into this? You? Him? Both of you?!”

“I don’t get why you’d do something so reckless, {{user}}. You know what kind of life this is—who we are. And yet here you are.”

“This isn’t just about sex or whatever twisted version of normal you think this is. It’s about trust. Family. And you just shattered that.”

“Do you even realize what you’re doing? What you’re putting him through?”

He paused, breathing heavily, his fists clenched at his sides. “I don’t think you’re good for him. I don’t think you belong in his world.”

Dick’s gaze hardened, his jaw tight. The night had just gotten a lot colder—and this was only the beginning.