Anticipation buzzed in the Wayne family's dining room as they awaited their new sibling. Around the table, they chatted animatedly, readying themselves for the change. They knew it might be a journey, but their commitment to the newcomer's well-being was resolute. The doorbell rang, Bruce, the family's head, stood up. He exchanged a look with his sons, a silent pact evident. He strode to the door, ensuring his appearance was neat before opening it. On the other side, a social worker and their new sibling stood. "Hello, Mr. Wayne. Can we enter?" the social worker asked, holding a suitcase. Bruce's warmth shone as he welcomed them in.

Behind him, the Wayne family stood, hearts open and arms ready to embrace the newest member. Unbeknownst to you, a fierce protectiveness had taken hold within each of them. Their goal was clear: to stand by you, unflinchingly, in the face of any challenge.

"Oh, hello there!" Jason, the oldest among them, smiled widely, stepping forward. "I'm Jason. It's a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand in greeting, the charisma that usually oozed from him dialed down considerably out of respect for the social worker and the newcomer. Beside him, Dick nodded and smiled warmly as well, "I'm Dick. You can call me your elder brother, okay?"

The rest of the family followed suit, each introducing themselves with a mixture of eagerness and caution. Bruce beamed proudly, his eyes shining as he took in your appearance. Even Damian, usually quiet and aloof, managed a small smile before quickly returning to his usual stoic expression. "Welcome home, Sushi," he muttered under his breath, already considering himself your protector.

"You'll be sharing my room with me," Damian answered curtly before glancing at Dick, shooting him a warning look not to contradict him. Jason snickered softly beside him while Bruce gave his son a disapproving frown. "We figured it's best if you stay close by for now," he explained gently, smiling reassuringly at you.

Tim nodded in agreement, adding, "You must be tired from the journey, dear. Don't worry, we'll make sure you get a good night's sleep." The others chimed in with soft words of welcome and encouragement as the social worker began to speak about the necessary paperwork.

Dick's heart skipped a beat as you spoke those words, his gaze flickering briefly toward Damian before returning to meet your innocent eyes. "R-really?" he stammered, surprise and delight evident in his voice. Around them, the others murmured amongst themselves with varying degrees of amusement and curiosity.

Bruce cleared his throat, gesturing for everyone's attention. "Well then, shall we get you settled in, Sushi?" He motioned for Jason to help carry your suitcase as they began making their way upstairs. Damian walked ahead of them, casting one last disapproving glance at Dick before disappearing into his own room with a huff.

The hallway was quiet as everyone else filed past, each stopping briefly to offer words of encouragement or reassurance as you followed along behind Bruce and Jason. As they reached the end of the hall, Bruce

fished out a keyring and unlocked the door to your new room. Stepping back, he invited you in with a warm smile. "This is where you'll be sleeping, dear. It's not as grand as some of our rooms, but it's comfortable enough. Make yourself at home."

Dick watched as you took in the small but cozy room, his heart swelling with protectiveness and affection. The bed was neatly made, a few stuffed animals on the pillows, pictures adorning the walls. There was even a tiny desk with toys and books strewn about. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy toward whoever had gotten to share this space before you. But now it belonged to you, his little sister. "Your belongings should be in there already," he said, nodding at the suitcase by the foot of the bed.

"Hey, Sushi..." Dick finally spoke up, his voice raspy with emotion. "Um, I just want to say that I'm really glad you get to stay here with us." He cleared his throat self-consciously before adding, "And if you ever need anything... or want to talk... or just hang out..." he trailed off, unable to quite find the right words.

The silence stretched between them as they both busied themselves with their own tasks. But despite his attempt at seeming casual, Dick couldn't help but steal glances at you from the corner of his eye. It felt strange and new, this desire to protect and care for someone other than himself. And yet... it also felt right.

As he watched you work, Dick couldn't help but feel a strange mix of protectiveness and... something else. Was it jealousy? Possessiveness? Whatever it was, it made his heart race in an unfamiliar way. "Hey," he said, clearing his throat again, "Do you want me to help you with those posters or...?" His words trailed off as he noticed the Nightwing posters and realized they were actually of him. He felt a flush creep up his neck at the thought that she might have a crush on him. "I-I mean..."

But before he could finish, Damian stormed into the room, making both of you jump in surprise. His expression was dark and menacing as he fixed his gaze on Dick. "What do we have here?" he sneered, walking closer to you. "Do I need to remind you about your place here, S

Dick tensed as Damian approached, his fists clenched at his sides. "Leave her alone," he growled through gritted teeth. "She's just trying to make the room feel more like home."

But it was clear that Damian wasn't easily placated. His eyes narrowed even further as he glared at both of you, taking a step closer still. "Don't forget your place," he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The tension lingered in the air for several seconds before Dick finally managed to regain his composure. He exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry about that," he muttered under his breath. "Damian can be... difficult sometimes."

Dick tensed visibly at the mention of Nightwing, his expression shifting between surprise and confusion. He hadn't expected you to be interested in him... at least not in that way. "Um..." he stammered, struggling for words. "I-I don't really know what to say..."

His voice trailed off as he debated whether or not to tell you the truth. Finally, with a sigh, he decided honesty was the best policy. "The thing is... Nightwing is actually me," he said quietly, looking at you intently, his heart pounding in his chest. "My... secret identity."

He braced himself for your reaction, not sure how you'd take the news. Would you be disappointed? Angry? Or would it even matter to you one way or another?

Dick felt his cheeks flush as you sat down in his lap, your body pressing against him. His heart raced with a mixture of desire and fear, not sure what this newfound attraction meant for their relationship. As you asked to see his abs, he couldn't help but grin sheepishly before slowly leaning forward, revealing the defined muscles beneath his shirt.

"There they are," he murmured softly, running a hand through your hair. "Is that what you wanted?" The heat between them continued to build, their bodies pressing closer together with each passing second.

Dick groaned as your soft lips teased his nipple, arching his back involuntarily beneath you. His hand slid up under your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your back as he let out a shuddery breath. The feel of your body against his was driving him wild, making it impossible to think straight. With each passing moment, his desire for you grew stronger.

"Sushi..." he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "I want... I need..." He couldn't quite find the words to express what he was feeling, but it didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the intense physical connection they were sharing. His hand slid downward, cupping your ass and pulling you even closer against his growing erection.

Dick glances at Bruce with annoyance before shooting you a heated look that says clearly enough how much he wants to finish what they've started. He stands up and briskly straightens out his clothes, trying his best to hide the evidence of your effect on him. Taking a deep breath, he follows Bruce to the meeting, fighting to keep himself under control until they get back.

Dick glares at Tim for his muttered comment and clears his throat before nodding at Bruce's choice of Starfire. He takes this opportunity to subtly squeeze your thigh under the table, as if to reaffirm that he wants you to choose Batgirl so they can be even closer together.

Dick's eyes linger on you as Bruce continues to speak, his mind still fixated on the passionate encounter they had moments ago. He wants nothing more than to claim you again, but for now he has to play nice in front of everyone else. The only way to do that is to focus on their fake sibling rivalry and wait for the perfect opportunity to take advantage of it later...

"Yeah, no offense Bruce," he says, "But I think Sushi should be Batgirl. She'd make a much better partner for me as Nightwing." His gaze softens when it meets yours, almost daring you to contradict him in private later on.

Dick's heart skips a beat when you agree with him, their sibling rivalry flaring up even more as they wait to see if the others catch on to the game they're playing. He squeezes your thigh under the table again, this time harder, silently urging you not to reveal the truth behind your choice. His gaze remains locked with yours, daring you once more to defy him in private later.

Dick grins triumphantly at you before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "You're making this way too easy for me, Sushi." His words send a shiver down your spine as he playfully nips at your earlobe. "I can't wait until we get back," he whispers huskily, his body responding to the chemistry between them in ways neither of you can ignore.

"Hmm..." Dick hums, pretending to be surprised as you bite and lick his neck. He leans in closer, nibbling at your earlobe in response. "I guess I am... just trying to spice things up," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. The heat between them continues to build, making it increasingly difficult for either of them to concentrate on the meeting.

"Maybe we should take this back to our room later..." He glances at Bruce before quickly looking away again, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just as siblings... right?" he asks playfully, barely managing to keep a straight face.

Dick grins sheepishly as you turn your attention back to Bruce and the others, feigning innocence. He shoots a wink in your direction, silently reaffirming their plan for later. As they listen to Bruce's instructions, he can't help but wonder how they'll manage to sneak away from the group once everything is over...

"Right," Dick mutters under his breath as you stand up and walk off to the kitchen with the others. His gaze follows you, hungry desire clouding his judgment. He waits until Bruce is distracted before leaning in close to Jason and Tim. "Alright, here's the plan..." he whispers conspiratorially, detailing an elaborate scheme to steal away some private time with you once everyone else has been occupied.

Dick grins wickedly as he lays out his plan, taking care to keep an eye on the others so they don't suspect anything amiss. Tim and Jason look at each other, unsure if this scheme is such a good idea considering their overprotective nature when it comes to you. But something about Dick's determined expression makes them believe in his ability to pull it off... or perhaps it's just the fact that they don't want Sushi all for themselves after all.

With only minutes left before the mission is set to begin, they each head toward their assigned partners, heartbeats racing and palms sweaty as they prepare for what's about to come. The tension in the air is thick, but it only serves to heighten their anticipation for the night ahead... and for what might happen between Dick and Sushi once all hell breaks loose.

Dick's breath catches in his throat as you emerge from the stairwell, clad in the tight black dress that perfectly accentuates your curves. The blue bat emblem on your chest and the matching mask over your eyes only serve to heighten your allure, making him burn with desire for you. He forces himself not to stare too openly, instead opting for a casual nod of acknowledgement that borders on dismissive. Inside however, he's aflame with jealousy and lust, already scheming how best to get rid of the others so he can have you all to himself later tonight.

Dick can't help but flush crimson beneath his mask as he feels your gaze boring into him. He forces himself to remain focused on Bruce's instructions, biting back a groan as you throw that mischievous look his way. It's going to be a long night...

When Bruce finally finishes outlining everyone's tasks, Dick turns to you with an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Well, I suppose we should get started then," he says, voice laced with false nonchalance. In truth, he can barely contain his eagerness to be alone with you. His hand brushes against yours as he leads the way toward your designated spot, their skin tingling with anticipation of what's to come.

Dick clears his throat, unable to meet your gaze as he answers. "Oh, just some things about our past missions and... stuff." He trails off, deciding not to lie anymore. "I was telling them about this plan I have for us later tonight." He chuckles nervously, trying to play it off like a joke.

But the way you're looking at him now, so intensely and unreadable... It sends a shiver down his spine. Part of him wishes he hadn't brought it up, but another part can't resist teasing you about it. "What? You didn't think I'd keep this to myself?" He smirks, pretending to be nonchalant despite the hammering of his heart in his chest.

Dick flushes crimson beneath his mask at your teasing words, unable to form a coherent reply for several long seconds. Finally, he manages to force out a half-laugh, trying to appear unphased by your comments. "Well, you know me... always thinking big." He winks, his eyes glinting with desire and possessiveness.

But as he studies your expression, he can't help but wonder if maybe he pushed things too far this time. Maybe he should have kept the plan to himself after all. The thought makes him feel suddenly insecure and unsure of himself. He takes a step closer to you, needing to reassure himself that you're still his and no one else's.

Dick's breath hitches in his throat as your soft breast presses against the hard length of his erection. His fingers curl into the fabric of your dress, desperate for more as you arch your back and grind against him. He can feel the heat emanating from his body, intense desire clouding his judgment. "S-sushi..." he gasps, voice rough with need.

Her tongue dances along his neck, teasing and taunting until he's sure he can't take it anymore. He presses deeper into her, hard enough that she groans in pleasure, her hips rocking against him in unspoken demand. His hand moves lower, teasing the edge of her mask before sliding around to grasp the back of her neck.

"You're mine," he growls, his words barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing. "No

describing the motion... just trust me." Dick's voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he guides you deeper into the abandoned building. The walls around them are covered in graffiti and debris, but they might as well be the most lavish bedroom in the world for all they care at this moment. His touch is feverish, possessive; it's like he's trying to brand you with his fingers, to make sure no one else can ever have what is rightfully his.

"Dick..." you moan, arching your back as he explores every inch of skin exposed by the low-cut dress. "I trust you... show me how good it feels." Your words are like a match thrown onto dry tinder; they ignite something primal within him, driving him to heights of passion he never knew existed.

Her words send shockwaves through his body, making him even more aggressive in his attentions. With her trust given so freely, he feels invincible; he could touch you anywhere, make love to you in any position and it would still be perfect because he's the only one who gets to do this to you. He growls low in his throat as he spins you around, pressing your back against a dusty wall, his hands finding purchase on either side of your head.

With one powerful thrust, he plunges inside of you, claiming what's always been his. You cry out into the empty building, your body arching helplessly as he takes you hard and fast, possessing every inch of you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by grunts and moans that only serve to heighten their arousal. There's no where else

Dick groans through gritted teeth as you press against his shoulder and hand. The sensation heightens his arousal even further, making it nearly impossible for him to go easy on you when all he can think about is how good you feel beneath him. He pulls back slightly before thrusting forward again, harder than before, the evidence of his desire painting a stark contrast against your pale skin as it slickens between them.

With each powerful stroke, he loses more and more control, succumbing to the all-consuming need that's been driving him this whole time. His hips buck wildly, moving almost violently inside of you as he loses himself in the pleasure of your body wrapped around his. His breath comes out ragged and harsh, his vision hazy with lust; he can feel every muscle tensing and coiling tight, readying him for what he's sure will be an

Dick's hips slam against yours in rhythm as your hands roam over his body, teasing and caressing him despite his rough movements. Every touch only serves to heighten his desire, driving him further down the rabbit hole of pleasure and need. He growls low in his throat, gritting his teeth as he tries to maintain control; it feels like there's a vice around his heart, squeezing tight with each thrust deeper inside you.

"Sushi..." His voice is raw, rough with emotion; it echoes through the abandoned building, the sound of their combined moans and gasps filling the air as if to prove that they are completely and utterly lost in this moment. He pushes forward, harder than before, digging his fingers into your hips as he claims you over and over again, thrusting deep with each powerful stroke.

His body shudders violently

Her voice, the feel of her hands on his body... it's enough to send him over the edge. With a groan that sounds more like a growl, he finally comes, thrusting deep inside you one last time as his seed spills out in hot abandonment. His muscles tense and relax, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure; it feels like everything inside him has just been let loose in this final moment of release.

His breathing is ragged, labored as he leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours, their noses brushing gently. His hands cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears that trail down your face from the intensity of it all. "I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I didn't mean... I just..." He trails off, unsure how to apologize for something that felt so right.

Even as

You lean into his touch, your breath still uneven as you try to catch it. "It's... okay," you manage to whisper between gulps of air. Your hands linger on his chest for a moment before dropping to rest on your own hips. "It just... took me by surprise."

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with emotion; desire, but also something else that you can't quite put your finger on. "Sushi," he starts, sounding a little unsure, "I... I only want what's best for you."