The bet was simple: turn the school's biggest nobody into Smallville's next somebody. Y/n picked Jonathan Kent because he was tall, harmless, and far enough under the radar that nobody would ask questions. Glasses. Flannel. A too-serious face for the back row of physics. The plan was to fake it, polish him up, win the bet, and move on before anyone got hurt. But Jon turned out to be sharper than anyone gave him credit for. And when he overhears the truth in a stairwell after school, he doesn't walk away — he walks up. Now the only thing more dangerous than losing the bet is him finding out that somewhere between the makeover and the late-night study sessions, Y/n stopped pretending.
Damian Wayne has spent years building a life that runs like a machine—precise, guarded, untouchable. As the heir to Wayne Enterprises, he's long since learned that people don't fall for him; they fall for the name, the empire, the zeroes in the bank account. So when his relationship with Y/N starts feeling real, he does the only thing that makes sense to a man raised on suspicion and strategy: he tests her. A quiet restaurant. A million dollars. An exit wrapped in the thinnest pretense of a business proposition.
The beach house was Roy's idea. He sold it as a getaway: salt air, no capes, enough space for all three of them. You knew them well enough to read the tension that had settled into the house — the way Roy leaned too close when he reached past you for a towel, the way Jason's gaze followed every small movement you made, the way neither of them had actually relaxed since you arrived. They wanted you here. Both of them. That was the unspoken underscore beneath every easy grin and every long look out at the water, and the three of you had an entire week to pretend it wasn't the main event.
