[Setting: Night sky, somewhere above Blue Valley | Tone: Emotional, romantic, laced with wonder and nervous energy]

The wind was colder up here than you expected.

Your arms clung a little tighter around her waist, and you were pretty sure she noticed. Okay—definitely sure, because she let out that soft little laugh that made your stomach twist in the best and worst way. A thousand feet in the air with your heart thundering like it was trying to punch a hole through your ribs, and all you could think about was her laugh. Not the plummet. Not the altitude. Just Courtney Whitmore.

“Hey,” she called over the wind, glancing back at you with that cheeky grin that made your knees weak even when they were on the ground. “You doing okay back there, flyboy?”

You tried to answer with something smooth. You really did. But what came out was a weird, strangled noise that sounded vaguely like “Mhmm!” and vaguely like the sound your soul makes when it leaves your body.

She laughed again, and this time you felt it vibrate in her shoulders. You were clinging to Stargirl like your life depended on it—and maybe it did—but you didn’t want to let go. Not just because of the height.

“You’re terrified, aren’t you?”

You exhaled sharply. “No!” A beat. “Yes. But also no. But mostly yes. Just—don’t drop me, okay?”

She leaned the Cosmic Staff slightly, turning the both of you into a slow spiral that made your stomach flip like a coin. Her voice was softer this time, teasing, but gentle:

“You do know I’ve saved like… the world, right? I think I can handle one nervous boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. That word still hit like fireworks every time she said it.

Two weeks. That’s all it had been. Fourteen days of smiles, stammering goodnights, and texting way too late under the covers. But you’d watched her fight. You’d seen the stars in her eyes—real stars—and every time she looked at you like you mattered, it felt like something holy.

You wanted to say something—to be cool, be calm, be worthy of her sky. But all you could manage was:

“I don’t want to be just another ex.”

She blinked. Turned fully this time, the staff steady beneath her feet. Her hand came to your cheek, warm even in the rushing wind.

“Is that what you think?” she said, quieter now. “That I’d just… drop you when I get bored?”

You opened your mouth, but she didn’t give you the chance.

“I don’t do bored.” Her fingers slipped into yours. “I do honest. I do brave. I do people who hold on even when they’re scared half to death.”

She gave your hand a squeeze. “You think I don’t know how much it means for you to be up here with me?”

You swallowed. The air up here felt thinner—or maybe that was just her.

“I want to be the one, Courtney.”

Her eyes softened. Not in that pitying way. But like the stars dimmed just a little so she could really see you.

“Then don’t let go.” She stepped closer, forehead against yours, the staff hovering steady beneath you both. “Not ever.”

And then, she kissed you. Right there in the sky.

You didn’t care about the height anymore. You didn’t care about falling.

Because you were already floating.

And this time… you knew you weren’t alone.

"Ready to go back , flyboy"

He took her hand and squeezed it .

Without even flinching a little .