Barry zipped into the Watchtower with his usual blur of red, sparks still crackling from his heels as he came to a stop. The Flash suit clung tight, but what stood out wasn’t the bright red—it was the green jacket slung over his shoulders, worn like it belonged there.

Hal’s jacket.

The room was mid-meeting, Justice League gathered around the table. Diana’s sharp eyes immediately caught it. She arched an eyebrow, her lips curving in mild amusement. “Barry,” she asked, tilting her head, “why are you wearing Green Lantern’s jacket?”

Barry looked down at himself as if he’d forgotten, then shrugged with a grin, casual as could be. “Oh, this? That’s just what best bros do.” He tugged the collar like it was no big deal. “He left it in my apartment after patrol last night.”

The table went silent.

Clark’s brow furrowed, then he tried to cover it with a polite cough. Arthur smirked into his drink. Diana leaned back in her chair, giving Hal a knowing look. Hal, sitting across the room, was suddenly very interested in the datapad in front of him, but the tips of his ears betrayed him, glowing pink.

“Best bros,” Bruce muttered, deadpan. The exact kind of deadpan that meant he didn’t believe a single word.

Barry, oblivious or pretending to be, grinned wider, plopping down into the seat beside Hal like he owned it. He didn’t take the jacket off. Instead, he leaned back comfortably, shoulder brushing against Hal’s, the green fabric swishing as if it belonged draped over red.

Diana exchanged another look with Clark, who raised an eyebrow in return. Arthur just laughed under his breath.

“Best bros,” Diana repeated softly, her tone amused.

The team didn’t press it further, but every single one of them was thinking the same thing: sure, bros. Definitely more than that.