The soft glow of the TV screen flickered in the darkened living room, the credits rolling on the movie that had long since ended. Laughter filled the air as Diana, sitting on the arm of the couch, tried to stifle her giggles, her eyes locked on the scene before her.

Barry and Hal were curled up together on the couch, both fast asleep. Hal’s arm was draped over Barry’s shoulder, and Barry’s head rested peacefully against Hal’s chest, his breathing steady. Their legs were tangled in a way that looked both comfortable and natural, like they’d been there forever.

Diana leaned over to Bruce, who was sitting nearby, trying to hide his smirk. “I think they fell asleep during the movie,” she whispered, amused.

Bruce, ever the stoic, simply raised an eyebrow. “Not surprising. After the last few days, they deserve the rest.”

Meanwhile, Diana couldn’t help herself. “I’m going to take a picture, don’t you think they’re adorable?” she asked, already pulling out her phone.