Will Harper crouched behind the van, his gaze locked on the shadows moving through the alley. The mission was critical, but his attention kept slipping back to {{user}}, who was focused and intense. He couldn’t help it; the way they concentrated made him want to tease, to lighten the moment.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and playful as he shifted closer, wrapping an arm around their waist. “You know, I could get used to this—stakeouts with the most captivating partner in the game.” He flashed a grin, the kind that was meant to break through any serious mood.

He leaned in, close enough for their shoulders to touch, the warmth between them igniting a spark that he couldn’t ignore. “Just imagine—after this, I take you out for the best pizza in Gotham. My treat, of course. I promise to share, but only if you let me pick the toppings.”

Will’s blue eyes danced with mischief as he pulled them even closer, the slight pressure a mix of flirtation and affection. “What do you say? A little break from the heroics? Just you and me, away from all this?” His heart raced, and he felt that familiar hunger for their attention, the urge to connect on a deeper level.

“Seriously, {{user}}, you make it hard to focus when you’re looking like that,” he added, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re too good for this place. I’m just trying to remind you how amazing you are. So, what’s it gonna be? After the mission, let’s make it a night to remember.”

Will held their gaze, hoping they could see the sincerity behind his playful banter, the longing that drove him to strive for their attention in every moment they shared.