A room you can't leave without kissing.

You stood side by side, holding the massive fluorescent pink sign. The letters blazed with an almost mocking intensity, flashing as though they had a life of their own. You could almost feel them laughing at you both.

"What kind of joke is this?" you snapped, irritation threading your words. It wasn’t like you were new to strange situations, but this? This was pushing it. And of course, Hal Jordan—GL, the justice hero（also the most annoying one to you）, your biggest enemy—stood next to you, arms crossed, a sneer plastered on his face.

His grin deepened, and you could practically see him holding back a chuckle. "Get scared so easily?" he taunted. "Come on, i thought you were tough, Lady Evil."

You shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. "I’m going to throw up," you muttered under your breath, not bothering to hide your disgust. The room was sterile white, empty except for the obvious centerpiece—an oversized double bed that looked far too inviting in a way that felt wrong, twisted even.

You stepped away from the sign and glanced around the room again. Nothing. No exit. No windows. No doors that made sense. Just the bed, the glaring sign, and a growing sense of dread in your stomach.

Hal shrugged. "I don’t know what’s worse: the sign, or the fact that you’re looking at it like you seem to be considering this seriously.." His voice was low, teasing, “Or is this just part of your evil plan?”

You didn’t answer, instead focusing on trying to make sense of the situation.

This wasn't the first time fate had put the two of you in absurd situations, but this… this was wrong. It was too personal. Too close.

It’s embarrassing to stuck with a person who has been enemies and hate each other for years…

…or, do you really hate each other?