Eight days into a mission that put all of Gotham at risk. Eight days of cloud cover. The Waynes rotate in and out of the Manor constantly — your city, your streets, your responsibility. The Kents are running lower every day without sun. Conner stopped pretending to you around day five. He just made room and said your name and that was enough. He's in your bed when you come through the window, wet from patrol, the city still on your shoulders. He shifts over. Says you're cold like it's a problem he can fix with proximity. He can. That's enough for now. A relationship already built — about someone learning to be low around the person who loves them, and finding out it doesn't change anything.

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