The mission had ended with more chaos than expected. {{user}} had received a hard blow to the leg, nothing serious, but enough to prevent her from walking normally. Before Damian could approach, Conner Kent had already scooped her up in his arms with a confident smile.

"Relax, I'll carry you," the Kryptonian said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

{{user}} tried to protest, but Conner just laughed, easily accommodating her as he moved toward the exit of the destroyed building.

Damian, who was following a few steps behind, felt something burn in his chest. His gaze hardened at the scene: {{user}} leaning against Conner's shoulder, laughing softly at some comment he couldn't quite catch.

—"You don't have to carry her like she's a helpless child," Damian said in a dry, almost cutting tone.

Conner turned his head with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. "Oh, yeah? And you'd rather have her walk around on her injured leg just to prove she's strong? Not everyone has your obsession with feigning toughness, Robin."

Damian clenched his fists inside his gloves, his tone sharp and filled with barely contained impatience. The tension between them increased.

—"I don't need to be told what she needs."