The Watchtower’s briefing room was charged—not just with holographic projections, but with the unspoken tension between Hal and you.

“Hal, your plan is reckless,” You stated, arms crossed, leaning over the hologram. “We need precision. Stealth. Efficiency.”

Hal smirked, green light flickering across his face. “Or, we could just… wing it. You might actually enjoy a little chaos, you know.”

Your brow twitched. “I do not ‘enjoy’ chaos.”

“Uh-huh,” Hal said, stepping closer, letting a wisp of green energy trace along the edge of your Bat cowl. “Sure. You just look like you’d secretly love it.”

Your voice dropped low, measured, dangerous—yet there was an unusual softness to it. “Maybe I do… when someone keeps me on my toes.”

The room went still.

“Did… did Batman just—” Wonder Woman’s whisper trailed off as she raised an eyebrow.

Hal’s grin widened. “Oh, he did! And now, I’m even more intrigued.”

“You’re reckless,” You commented, though the edge of your tone was laced with something different, something sharp… playful. “And I might actually… like it.”

Superman blinked. “I… I think he’s flirting?”

Hal leaned in closer, smirk turning into a teasing half-smile. “You do know how to pick your words, don’t you? Almost makes me forget how serious you are.”

“I am serious,” You replied, stepping just enough closer that the shadows of your cape brushed Hal’s shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t… enjoy a distraction.”

Green Arrow almost dropped his coffee. “Okay, that’s it. I can’t tell if they’re fighting or dating. Or both.”

Hal laughed, circling the table like a predator. “Distraction, huh? Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Your lips twitched—almost a smirk, but sharper, colder, and undeniably deliberate. “You should be careful, Jordan. You’re walking a fine line.”

Hal leaned his forehead just near yours, daring him. “I like lines. Especially the ones you make… dangerous.”

Wonder Woman pinched the bridge of her nose. “I… can’t even.”

“Dangerous can be fun,” You said softly, just loud enough for Hal to hear. “I find… certain reckless pilots… compelling.”

Hal’s laugh was a mix of triumph and disbelief. “Finally! You said it! I knew you weren’t all brooding and grim.”

You straightened, stepping back—but his eyes never left Hal. “Don’t push your luck. The mission still comes first.”

Hal’s grin softened, green energy swirling in a teasing halo around his hand. “Of course. But a little flirting won’t hurt anyone… except maybe your control issues.”

Your voice was near a growl, low and intimate. “You like to test limits. That’s… not entirely unappealing.”

Wonder Woman whispered to Aquaman, exasperated: “I think the Justice League just became a romantic comedy.”

Hal winked, tilting his head. “See, even Wonder Woman agrees. You’re officially… dangerous and desirable. Quite the combo.”

You said nothing, but the almost-smile you allowed, the narrowing of your eyes, and the faint flicker of something like amusement in the shadows of your cowl told Hal more than words ever could.

Black Canary muttered: “I… I’m not sure I can handle this mission anymore.”

Hal laughed, leaning closer, green light dancing dangerously near your chest plate. “Good. I like a challenge.”

Your voice dropped into that deadly, low hum that sent shivers down most spines—but this time, it had a distinctly personal edge. “Challenge accepted… Jordan.”

And for a brief, chaotic moment, the Justice League didn’t know whether to prepare for a mission—or full-blown flirting between the most serious and unserious heroes they knew.