The JL meeting was going as expected—serious faces, complicated strategies, and Bruce being, well, Bruce. He sat at the head of the table, arms crossed, voice level as he explained tactical plans in that signature rumbling growl.

"You and I are partners on this mission," he said, glancing at you. "We'll move in together and neutralize the threat."

You felt your heart skip a beat. Partners? Together? You always knew there was something between you and Bruce, but for him to say it so openly in front of the entire League—!

Determined not to make a scene, you grinned and gave him a quick side hug. Bruce tensed immediately, like you’d just slapped a Batsymbol across his forehead. His eyes flicked around the table. Clark raised an eyebrow. Diana smirked. Barry looked like he was two seconds away from choking on his protein bar.

"Ahem." Bruce cleared his throat, shifting slightly in his seat. "What are you doing?"

He remembered that you kept on calling him pet names. Odd. Bruce narrowed his eyes. You could practically hear his brain working overtime to process what was happening.

"I… I don’t think we’re on the same page."