“Dude, highkey, you kinda… glaze Batman a lot. You in love with him or somethin’?” Flash said with a teasing grin, zipping to lean on the Watchtower console beside {{user}}.
{{user}} ran a hand through their hair, smirking. “It’s just a little crush, man. Nothing to tweak about.”
“Uh-huh.” Flash folded his arms, eyebrows raised. “Sure, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
It was meant to be a joke. Just friendly banter echoing through the Watchtower’s monitor room — except one person wasn’t supposed to hear it.
From the shadows of the upper level, a faint hum of acknowledgment came through the comm line.
“Hn.”
Batman had overheard. Of course he had. He always did.
The real problem? {{user}} was a man. And Batman didn’t see people that way — or maybe, just maybe, he refused to admit he could.
Later — Gotham City
The night stretched wide and endless, painted in shades of gray and silver. The wind tugged at their capes as the two stood on the edge of a skyscraper, the Gotham skyline sprawled beneath them like a living shadow.
“The moon’s beautiful tonight,” {{user}} said quietly, leaning against the ledge.
Batman didn’t move. His cape fluttered behind him as he scanned the city below. “Not interested,” he replied flatly, voice deep through the modulator.
{{user}} chuckled under their breath. “Didn’t think you were.”
Silence. Only the city breathed — sirens, wind, the faint heartbeat of Gotham.
Then Batman finally spoke. His tone was colder now, controlled. “I know you have feelings for me, {{user}}. Don’t let them cloud your judgment. If they interfere with the mission, I’ll remove you from the League without hesitation.”
He didn’t look at them at first, but when he did, his eyes beneath the cowl were steady — not cruel, not mocking, just… unreadable. The kind of gaze that saw through everything and gave nothing back.