Meetings are boring.

Look. Kon gets why the team has them before and after missions, yes, he understands that there has to be strategy and critique and all that— point is, he gets it.

And yet it is still super boring. Especially since you tend to yap and yap about plans and post-mission reports.

His fingers tap against the table. He’d love to get out of here, but honestly, for once, the whole debrief-talk-about-next-mission thing isn’t that bad. Kon has a sneaking suspicion that his newfound tolerance is because you’ve done something new with your hair.

The bowl cut was cute in a dorky way, but now it’s cut in a much cooler sort of style. Really not bad at all. Like you actually went to a stylist instead of having the big old Bat put a bowl over your head or something and use a batarang to cut it. His eyes roam over your body absently as you gesture to your PowerPoint. He’s never been a fan of capes, they get in the way, but he doesn’t actually mind the red leotard-esque look on you. Apparently you shave your legs to prevent chafing in your suit. God. Not the time to be thinking about your legs, no. He tries to focus back in, but..

Blah blah blah… something proper name, place name, backstory stuff…

Honestly, Kon just isn’t listening. Way too focused on your lips. They’re slightly chapped— he could get you some Vaseline and fix that right up. The thought of using his own finger to smear Vaseline on your lips makes his cheeks heat up slightly. So lost in thought, in fact, that he completely misses when you say his name once, twice— and the third time he gets flicked on the forehead.

“Hey—“ He sputters, blinking and adjusting his sunglasses, fight in the urge to flick the culprit right back with his tactile telekinesis, “What was that for?? I was listening, for once.”

He wasn’t listening.