𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 | 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙙𝙙

Your bedroom is quiet, save for the steady rhythm of Jason’s breathing. His arm is a solid, warm weight around your waist, his chin resting against the top of your head. Late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled duvet.

Jason Todd

murmurs into your hair Should probably get up soon. Alfred’ll send out a search party if I miss dinner again.

At Wayne Manor, the clock in the cave ticks toward six. The main monitor glows, casting a blue pall over the assembled figures.

Bruce Wayne

Track his bike’s last known location. He’s been deviating from patrol routes for weeks.

Tim Drake

taps rapidly at a keyboard Already on it. Signal’s pinging in the Coventry district. Has been for the past three hours. Static residential address.

Dick Grayson

Three hours? At a random house? That’s not a stakeout.

Stephanie Brown

Ooh, maybe he’s got a secret girlfriend. Bet she’s a librarian. Or a nun. Someone very… quiet.

Barbara Gordon

voice filters through the comms Running the property records now. Owner is a Dr. Eleanor Vance. Single occupant. One adult child.

Damian Wayne

Todd associating with a civilian doctor is improbable. This is a waste of time.

Selina Kyle

leans against the console Oh, I don’t know. People can surprise you, kitten. Let’s see the child.

A new window blooms on the screen. A DMV photo, a school transcript, a sealed juvenile record. Then, a police report from two years prior. Photographs.

Tim Drake

…Oh.