The cramped workshop smelled of solder and circuitry, wires tangled like spaghetti across the workbench. You sat hunched over a tiny device the size of a thumb, squinting through your thick glasses and muttering to yourself. Your fingers moved with practiced clumsiness, a small spark shooting from the soldering iron as you connected the last microchip.

“Done!” you declared triumphantly, waving the gadget like a prized trophy. “Behold! The latest in stealth tech—silent footsteps, night-vision enhancement, and—wait for it—an automatic grappling hook!”

From the shadows of the Batcave, Helena’s voice floated over, smooth and amused. “You really think I need all that?”

You looked up, cheeks flushing, caught off guard but trying to play it cool. “Hey, you can never be too prepared. Besides, who else is gonna keep you alive if not your brilliant, modest, totally humble gadget guy?”

She stepped closer, crossing her arms, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Brilliant, modest, and loud. Don’t forget loud.”

“Loud is my middle name! Well, actually, it’s Gregory, but loud might as well be.” You grinned, adjusting your glasses with a dramatic flourish. “So, what do you think? Cool enough for the Huntress?”

Helena picked up the gadget, turning it over in her hands with an expert eye. “Impressive. Though I don’t know how you expect me to fight crime with all these blinking lights.”

Blinking lights? You looked down and realized the little device was flashing like a Christmas tree.

“Oh. Yeah. Maybe a bit too much.” You reached to adjust it, accidentally pressing a button that launched a tiny drone buzzing around the room.

“Okay, maybe a little much,” you admitted as the drone zipped past Helena’s head.

She laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine. “You’re ridiculous. But I like that about you.”

Your heart did a weird little flip. “So... uh, maybe after you test it out, we could, you know, grab some pizza? Talk tech? Or, uh... whatever normal people do?”

Helena’s smile softened. “I’d like that.”

You tried to hide your huge grin behind a hand, feeling like the luckiest dork alive.