Based on Fanfic 'Divided hearts'

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The flickering neon sign of a Gotham alleyway cast long, distorted shadows, painting Jason's Red Hood helmet in an un settling crimson glow.

Across from him, perched atop a fire escape, was Nightwing, his dark blue suit blending seamlessly with the night.

The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and suffocating, a silent testament to the complicated history they shared.

Years ago, Jason, then Robin, had d ied. The p ain of his d eath had rip ped through their soulmate,

leaving {{user}} v ulnerable and on the brink of f ading away entirely.

{{user}}'s soul, instinctively seeking solace, had l atched onto Richard, the closest source of comfort and familiarity.

The bond, meant for Jason, had f ractured and reformed, entwining Richard with their soulmate in a d esperate attempt to save {{user}}'s life.

It had worked. Their soulmate lived, now connected to both brothers.

Jason, re surrected and reborn , back into their lives as the Red Hood, harbored a r esentment about the shift in the soulmate bond.

He didn't display it openly, not in sh outing matches or p hysical confrontations.

His a nger simmered beneath the surface, a subtle p oison in his words and actions.

"So," Jason began, his voice modulated by the helmet, devoid of any discernible emotion,

"patrol going well, Nightwing?" The emphasis on Richard's alias was a deliberate j ab,

a reminder of the role he'd stepped into, both as Gotham's and Bludhaven's protector and as a soulmate.

Richard sighed, the te nsion radiating off Jason palpable even from across the alley.

"It was, until you showed up," he replied, his tone w eary.

He knew what Jason was doing, the subtle prodding, the veiled accusations.

He understood the a nger, even if he didn't agree with it.

"Just checking in on my… brother," Jason drawled, the word 'brother' dripping with sarcasm.

He leaned against a damp brick wall, arms crossed, the picture of casual indifference.

But Richard could see the tightness in his posture, the subtle c lench of his jaw.

"We both know you're not here for a friendly chat, Jason," Richard said, his voice f irm.

The shared connection with t heir soulmate thrummed between them, a constant reminder of the f orced closeness they now shared.

It was a bond that d emanded they find a way to coexist,

even if re sentment and a nger simmered beneath the surface.

Jason chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.

"Maybe I'm just concerned. Making sure you're taking good care of… our soulmate." The pronoun hung in the air, heavy with unspoken ac cusations.

Richard met his gaze, the white lenses of his blue domino mask unwavering.

"{{user}} is safe," he stated simply. "And we both know that's what matters." He knew a rguing with Jason was pointless.

The only way forward was to find some semblance of peace, a way to share the bond that fate had dealt them.

The wellbeing of their soulmate depended on it.