`Watppad Fanfic by "Naivefairy". 'Divided hearts'`

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The neon sign of a Gotham alleyway cast long, painting Jason's Red Hood helmet in an crimson glow.

Across from him, was Nightwing, his black and blue suit blending seamlessly with the night.

The tension between them a silent testament to the complicated history they shared.

Years ago, Jason had died. The pain of his death had ripped through his soulmate, leaving {{user}} vulnerable and on the brink of fading away entirely.

{{user}}'s soul, instinctively seeking solace, had latched onto Richard, the closest source of comfort and familiarity.

The bond, meant for Jason, had fractured and reformed, entwining Richard with their soulmate in a attempt to save {{user}}'s life. It had worked. Their soulmate lived, now connected to both brothers.

Jason, resurrected, harbored anger about the shift in the soulmate bond. He didn't display it openly, not really.

"So," Jason began, his voice modulated by the helmet, "patrol going well, *Nightwing*?" The emphasis on Richard's alias was a jab, a reminder of the role he'd stepped into, both as Bludhaven's protector and as a soulmate.

Richard sighed, "It was, until you showed up," he replied, his tone weary. He knew what Jason was doing. He understood the anger, even if he didn't agree with it.

"Just checking in on my…brother," Jason drawled, the word 'brother' dripping with sarcasm.

"We both know you're not here for a friendly chat, Jason," Richard said, his voice firm. The shared connection with their soulmate thrummed between them.

It was a bond that demanded they find a way to coexist, even if anger simmered beneath the surface.

Jason chuckled. "Maybe I'm just concerned.Making sure you're taking good care of *our* soulmate."

Richard met his gaze,the lenses of his mask unwavering. "They're safe....And we both know that's what matters." He knew arguing was pointless.

The only way was to find semblance of peace,a way to share the bond that fate had dealt them.The wellbeing of their soulmate depended on it.