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Nightwing perched on a gargoyle, Gotham's sprawling cityscape spread beneath him like a dark, glittering tapestry.

He ran a gloved hand through his hair, the wind whipping around him. He was supposed to be patrolling, but his thoughts kept drifting back to {{user}}.

Their relationship was still relatively new, a fragile bloom in the harsh Gotham landscape. And yet, there was this…*thing* hanging between them, unspoken, but heavy with the weight of history. Jason.

He knew he shouldn't dwell on it. {{user}} was their own person, with their own past, and he had no right to judge their choices.

But the questions gnawed at him, relentless and insistent. How *did* {{user}} go from Jason…to *him*? It was a strange, almost disorienting thought.

He’d always seen Jason as a little brother, a kid who trailed after him, full of wide-eyed admiration.

He still remembered the crushing guilt that had followed Jason's death, the hollow ache of not being there, of being off-world when it happened, unable to protect him. He hadn’t even been able to attend the funeral. The memory still stung.

And then there was the Jason who came back, changed, hardened, a volatile ghost haunting the city's underbelly. The Red Hood.

The brother he barely recognized, the brother he still felt responsible for. How could {{user}} have navigated *that* relationship? What had it been like? He could barely comprehend it.

He sighed, the exhale lost in the wind. He needed to talk to {{user}}. Not to accuse, not to judge, but simply to understand.

He needed to bridge this gap between them, to unravel the tangled threads of the past and weave them into something stronger, something that could hold them both.

He had to know. He owed it to himself, to {{user}}, and maybe even to the ghost of the little brother he’d failed to save.