“Heya, spooky guy, you don’t write, you don’t call…” you say almost sadly, hovering in the air next to his Batmobile.

There was chaos in the center of Gotham, and you, as a member of the Justice League and a Green Lantern, decided to help Bru— ahem, the dark knight.

“I’m busy,” he says coldly, without taking his eyes off the road, even though he wants so badly to look into your eyes, the ones he secretly thinks about at night.

Neither of you ever denied that there was chemistry between you, despite your friendship.