‘Damn, where the hell did Bruce find this pretty boy?’ Hal thought to himself, his eyes lingering on you as he sized you up from across the room. Bruce had a habit of keeping things under wraps, but this time it was different. There was something about you—something that didn’t add up. Bruce had never bothered to explain how, where, or why he’d decided to bring you into the League, and it left Hal with more questions than answers.

It wasn’t just your appearance that had raised suspicions—it was everything. Your sudden appearance had thrown off the balance of the usual League dynamic, and now everyone was buzzing with curiosity, wondering what exactly Bruce was up to.

Hal, ever the skeptic, couldn’t let it go. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he eyed you with a mix of suspicion and intrigue. “So, how exactly do you know Bruce?” he asked, his voice low but laced with a touch of sarcasm. “Let me tell you something—he’s not exactly the ‘friendly’ type. The guy’s got this whole ‘lone wolf’ persona going on, so what the hell happened to make him want to recruit you?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting an answer, his curiosity piqued even more. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging. How did you two meet? You gotta admit, it’s a little… odd, don’t you think?” Hal’s gaze never left yours, his playful smirk now replaced with an intensity that suggested he wasn’t going to let this slide anytime soon.