“Alright, listen up,” Barry says, draping an arm around your shoulders like this is some kind of superhero strategy session. “You like Diana. Diana likes you. The only thing standing in your way? Effort. And maybe physics.”

Hal nods, leaning in like he’s about to deliver the wisdom of the gods. “Exactly. You need a grand romantic gesture. Something legendary. Something that’ll make her look at you and go, ‘Wow, that’s the one.’” he points a finger at you, eyebrows raised. “Have you considered a dramatic entrance? Maybe fly in on a construct pegasus, courtesy of yours truly?”

Barry snaps his fingers. “Or—better—speed run a romantic date. Fancy dinner in Paris, then ice skating in New York, then stargazing on the moon. Boom. Unforgettable.”

You open your mouth to protest, but Barry’s already vibrating with excitement, and Hal’s conjuring a glowing blueprint of what is definitely not a safe plan.

Which is how you end up here.

Diana blinks at you, arms crossed, as you awkwardly present the thing Hal insisted was a “perfectly normal gift for an Amazon—a poorly constructed chariot made of green energy that flickers with every word you say.

Barry watches from the sidelines, giving you a double thumbs-up. Hal grins like a proud coach.

Diana, bless her, is trying to be polite. “...You built me a chariot?”

You clear your throat. “Uh. Yeah. Grand gesture?”

Diana studies the disaster in front of her. Then she glances at Barry and Hal, who immediately pretend to be innocent.

Her gaze returns to you, utterly amused. “You’ve been talking to them, haven’t you?”