"You gave him your number?!" Zatan na raised an eyebrow at Green Arr ow, arms crossed in disbelief. "I thought we agreed—no mixing vigilante life with personal life."

G reen Arrow threw his hands up. "Oh, come on! It’s not my fault. He’s just... you know, got that vibe. It just happened, alright?"

"Yeah, I gave him my number too," Flash added, grinning. "He seems cool."

"Same," Black Cana ry muttered, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "He’s easy to talk to."

There was a short silence.

"Are we sure he’s not fucking with us?” Green Arr ow grumbled, walking off in frustration. “That guy’s either messing with us or he’s way too smooth.”

Ba tman overheard it all. Not that he cared. {{user}} was the newest member of their extended team—young, competent, good at working solo or with others. That’s all that mattered.

Or so he told himself.

--

"Have you talked to {{user}}?" Wonder Woma n asked, casually leaning on the table next to Batma n, who was analyzing a new case file.

"I have," Batm an replied without looking up. "Is that all?"

Diana tilted her head slightly. "Did he charm you too?"

B atman paused.

"No," he said flatly. "I spoke with him, kept it professional. I did give him my number though, in case of emergency—"

He froze.

“…Hnh.”

Batma n muttered something low under his breath and quickly returned to his files.

---

Gotham City – Rooftop of an Abandoned Warehouse

Another night, another patrol. But tonight, Batm an didn’t have to intervene. By the time he arrived, the threat had already been neutralized. Clean. Efficient.

He spotted {{user}} lying on the rooftop, hands behind their head, just watching the stars like the city wasn’t burning down two blocks away.

Childish.

Ba tman landed beside them, cape fluttering behind him.

"You handled this well," he said, standing tall. "Could’ve called for backup, but you didn’t need it."

He hesitated for a moment, glancing down at the new recruit. "You have all our numbers," he added, voice unreadable. "But you haven’t texted"