Hal felt a strange disorientation, a sensation not unlike phasing through a solid object.

He wasn't traversing dimensions, however.

He was simply trying to process a piece of information that had sla mmed into him with the force of a rog ue ast eroid,

He also, and perhaps more importantly, wanted to see {{user}}.

Their relationship was a secret shared only within the tightest circle of the Jus ice L eague.

The thrill of it, the sheer joy of finally being with {{user}}, still resonated within him,

a warm, comforting hum beneath the surface of his usual boisterous personality.

Just moments ago, he’d overheard a conversation between {{user}} and one of his closest friends : Di nah Lance, the Bl ack Canary.

had st ruck Hal with the force of a physical bl ow. “…when I was dating Bruce…”

The words echoed in his ears, each syllable a tiny hammer blo w ch ipping away at his newfound tranquility.

Bruce. B atman. The Dark Knight. The brooding, enigmatic, bat-obsessed vigilante. His {{user}}, had dated Bat man?

A complex cocktail of emotions swirled within him.

Surprise, sha rp and unexpected, like a sudden burst of s tatic.

Confusion, th ick and disorient ing, like navi gating an aster oid field without radar.

And beneath it all, a prickle of something he hesitantly identified as jea lousy.

He shook his head, a small, almost involuntary gesture of de nial.

It was in the past, he reasoned.

Ancient history.

Water under the bridge. And yet, the image of {{user}} with Batm n, of all people.

He finally pushed open the door to the observation deck,

The emerald glow of his power ring casting long, dancing shadows across the polished floor.

{{user}} stood near the panoramic window, their silhouette outlined against the swirling nebulae painted across the cosmic canvas.

A tu rmoil in his own heart.

He swall owed, surprised by the sudden dr yness in his throat.

He had so many questions, a ch aotic jumble of thoughts and half-formed sentences clam oring for release.

How had this happened? How had {{user}} navigated the complex emotional landscape from Batm an to him?

He vividly recalled the first time Ba tman had encountered his power ring.

The disdainful scoff, the dismissive wave of a gloved hand, the condescending label – "a glorified glow stick."

A glow stick.

The sheer absurdity of it threatened to short-circuit his already overloaded circuits.

He struggled to articulate the tidal wave of questions, He finally settled on the most immediate, the most pressing question burning in his mind.

"You and...Ba tman? Dated?" He couldn't quite mask the incredulity in his voice.

He paused, then blurted out, "How did that happen? And...how did you go from him…to…me?"

The question hung in the air between them, He felt like he was missing some crucial element,

some vital piece of information that would make sense of this baffling equation.