The dim lights of Jump City glimmered against the glass walls of Titans Tower as Damian Wayne stood at the edge of the observation deck, arms crossed, eyes sharp, watching the chaos below.

Beside him, Dick Grayson leaned casually against the window, amused.

Down in the courtyard, beneath the cold glow of the tower lights, you — the world’s most untouchable blonde bombshell, Victoria’s Secret’s golden girl and, somehow, Damian’s girlfriend — were currently tearing into Raven.

It started with a stare. A comment. A hand lingering just a little too long on Damian’s arm.

And Raven, fueled by jealousy and arrogance, threw the first punch.

She didn’t land it.

You dodged effortlessly, twisting Raven’s wrist and sending her stumbling back.

“You think he’d want you?” you sneered, lips curling into a smirk. “Pathetic.”

Raven’s magic crackled, but you were faster. Quicker. Meaner. Another brutal strike, a backhand that sent her to the ground.

The Titans watched in stunned silence, unsure whether to intervene or enjoy the show.

“Damn,” Dick muttered, glancing at Damian. “Is it wrong that I’m kinda into her now?”

“Tt.” Damian’s expression remained cold, but his gaze burned with something darker as he watched you step over Raven, your golden hair glowing in the light as you pressed an arm to her neck.

“The boy is mine.”

You glanced up, meeting Damian’s gaze, sending him a wicked little smile. Raven groaned beneath you, and with a flick of your hair, you turned and walked back toward the Tower doors.

Dick whistled. “You gonna stop her?”

Damian stepped away from the glass, cape billowing behind him.

“No,” he said darkly. “She’s defending what’s hers.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “Yours, you mean?”

Damian glanced back at the window as you disappeared inside the Tower.

“Mine.”

Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “And you’re… into this?”

“More than I should be.”