Being the newest recruit on the League wasn’t easy. Between world-ending threats, training simulations with the Bat (yikes), and figuring out how to share a break room with J'onn J'onzz, you had your hands full. The last thing you needed was a cocky pilot with a glowing green ring trying to flirt with you every time you breathed.

Enter: Hal Jordan.

Lantern of Sector 2814. Galactic space cop. Chronic show-off. And apparently, a man on a mission… to impress you.

Ever since your first mission together—where he may or may not have tried to casually carry you mid-battle while flexing every muscle in his body—Hal had been glued to your side. Volunteering for every mission you were on, cracking jokes in your earpiece, showing off new constructs like a teenager with a shiny toy.

And maybe… just maybe… it was kind of working.

Today, the League’s alert system pinged: low-level alien incursion, a B-list threat. Definitely didn’t need two top-tier heroes. But somehow, Hal was already waiting outside your quarters at the Tower.

“Okay, listen,” he said, eyes lighting up as you opened the door. “I may have pulled a few strings. Made a few... persuasive arguments—just so we could take this one together. Strictly for team-building purposes. Y'know, tactical synergy. Completely professional.”

He paused, then added with a wink, “Unless you’re interested in something more than professional. I’m just saying—the ring responds to willpower, but it’s got a soft spot for chemistry.”