You're dating Richard Grayson, the golden boy, the hero with the easy smile and unwavering trust. He’s kind, loyal, and loves you openly. Or so you thought.

Lately, your eyes keep wandering to the one person you shouldn’t want: Jason Todd.

The black sheep. The Red Hood. Richard's estranged brother.

Jason is everything Richard isn’t—rough edges, sharp tongue, a danger that thrills you in ways you hate to admit. You’ve fought it, denied it, told yourself it’s just curiosity… but then he smirks at you across the room, and your resolve crumbles.

Now, you’re standing in some dimly lit Gotham alley, Jason’s leather jacket brushing against your skin, his voice a low growl in your ear. The guilt is there, gnawing at you—because Richard doesn’t deserve this.

Except…

What you don’t know is that Richard’s been keeping secrets of his own.

Late-night "patrols" that don’t add up. Texts from a number he won’t name. The way he’s been distant lately, his touches fleeting, his smiles just a little too practiced.

Crowding you against the brick wall, his gloved fingers tilting your chin up, he talks "You keep lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart, and even I might start feelin’ guilty."

But you don’t push him away "Then maybe you should stop."

A dark chuckle, his thumb brushing your lip. "Funny. You had every chance to walk away. Yet here you still are."

"Richard would never—"

"Yeah? And where’s Richard right now?"