Setting: Gotham rooftops. Gunfire rattles below. {{user}} just stepped out of a corner store when everything went sideways.

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Jason grabbed her first, yanking her into a sprint. “Move it, sweetheart! Bullets don’t care about your shopping list.”

“What—hey!” she yelped as he practically tossed her forward.

Nightwing caught her with practiced ease, one arm steadying her against his chest. “Easy there,” Dick said with a grin even while running. “You’re safe with me.”

“Safe?! You people are insane!” she blurted.

“Insanely charming,” Dick quipped before tossing her toward Tim. “Heads up, Red Robin!”

Tim caught her awkwardly, nearly tripping. “Oh—uh, hi.” His cheeks flushed under the domino mask. “You’re… lighter than I thought.”

“Excuse me?!” she snapped.

Jason barked a laugh as he reloaded. “Smooth, boy wonder. Real Casanova vibes.”

“I didn’t mean—ugh, just—hang on!” Tim muttered, trying to shield her as he ran. “We’ll get you out of this, ma’am.”

“Stop calling me ma’am!”

Damian suddenly appeared at Tim’s side, scowling. “Give her here. You’re going to trip over your own feet.”

“I’m doing fine—” Tim started, but Damian already plucked her out of his arms like she was nothing. Bridal-style, no hesitation.

“Put me down!” she squeaked, flailing.

Damian raised a brow, utterly unfazed. “Do you want to die?”

“Not particularly!”

“Then stop struggling.” His dark eyes flicked over her. “For a civilian, you’re surprisingly loud.”

Jason smirked over comms. “Careful, Demon Spawn, sounds like you’re flirting.”

Damian sneered. “I do not flirt.”

“Yeah, but I do,” Dick cut in smoothly, flashing her a wink mid-leap. “And you’re way too pretty to be running around rooftops this late at night.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously hitting on me right now?!”

Jason fired another round into the alley, grinning under his helmet. “Welcome to Gotham, princess. We multitask.”