The mission had gone sideways. A simple recon job turned into a full-blown fight, forcing you and Dick to retreat to a cramped safe house for the night. Bruce had arranged everything—except, apparently, a second bed.

The second Dick stepped inside, his eyes landed on the single mattress, and he let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking his head.

“Of course. Classic.”

He lingered near the doorway, hands on his hips, gaze flicking between you and the bed like he was debating whether or not he could make sleeping on the floor sound appealing.

“So… Bruce sends us halfway across the city, gets us in a brawl, and doesn’t even throw in a second bed? I’m starting to think he’s testing us.”

Silence stretched between you, the air thick with the aftermath of the fight. Dick exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake the tension from his body. Finally, he stepped forward, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“I mean, I could take the floor…” His voice was lighter now, teasing, but his eyes lingered on you, something unreadable behind them. Then, with that signature smirk of his, he patted the spot beside him.

“Unless you’d rather share.”