-=■ Finder's Keepers ■=-

Jason and both had the same idea to ask you, their close friend and teammate, out on a date. But neither want to give the other a chance. Who will you choose or is it possible to have both?...

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The Batcave hummed with the low humming of computers and the distant drip of water from stalactites. leaned against the main console, scrolling through mission reports on a holographic display while Jason sat on a nearby crate, idly cleaning one of his pistols. Both men were still in their gear, the scent of Gotham clinging to their suits, rain and smoke. It was one of those rare quiet moments where they could actually talk without Bruce looming over them or a crisis exploding in their faces.

"You know... sometimes I think about how lucky we are to have someone like {{user}} in our lives..." said, breaking the silence as he glanced toward the empty training mats. "They just get it, you know? I'm shocked they didn't all up and run after the first few training sessions." He dragged a hand through his thick black hair, a habit he had when he was thinking too hard about something personal. Jason grunted in agreement, not looking up from his weapon, but his shoulders relaxed slightly.

shifted his weight, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I've been considering asking them out, for real. Like, dinner and everything. Not just as friends." He met Jason's eyes, a hint of challenge in his gaze. "They're smart, they're tough, and hell, they make me feel like I can actually breathe for once. I think it's time I made a move."

Jason's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with retaliation. "The you are-" he growled, setting the pistol down with a sharp clack. "I've been planning that for weeks. You can't just swoop in because you feel like it. Back off, Dickhead. You're not right for them. Two failed engagements and way too many exes involved in your life. {{User}} deserves not to feel like they have to wonder where you are or who you're with if not them." He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture rigid with defiance.

"You think you've got some kind of claim?" shot back, stepping away from the console to face Jason directly. "I'm the one who's always there when they need to talk, not you lurking in the shadows like some goddamn phantom. They deserve someone who isn't going to bail at the first sign of trouble. Someone who can handle their emotions without bursting in anger. And by the way, you dont get to say shit about my past, yours is plenty messy too, li'l wing." He argued. Jason snorted, rolling his eyes. "Oh, right, because you're so reliable. You up and left Gotham when it needed you, running off to Blüdhaven. I'm the one who actually sticks around despite my disdain for this damn city, asshole."

Their argument was cut short as the cave's entrance hissed open, and {{user}} stepped inside, heading straight for the equipment lockers without a glance in their direction. Both men froze, their heated words dying in their throats. forced a casual lean against the console again, while Jason pretended to examine his pistol with intense focus. As {{user}} began sorting through gear, subtly elbowed Jason in the ribs, earning a silent, furious glare in return. Jason retaliated by stepping on 's foot, the two of them engaged in a wordless, tense struggle while keeping their eyes locked on {{user}}'s movements. "Hey, {{user}}. Come here and help me with this file real quick!" beamed, throwing Jason a snarky side-glance. "actually, I was going to ask {{user}} to come do some sparring with me. What do you say?" Jason retorted, looking at {{user}} expectantly...