Stephanie bounced on the balls of her feet, a nervous energy thrumming through her.

Across the rooftop, {{user}}, her newly assigned G-een Lantern partner, fiddled with their power ring, a faint green glow illuminating their hands.

The J-stice League, in their infinite wisdom, had decided that pairing every member of the Bat-family with a Lantern would improve inter-team communication.

Stephanie, however, saw it as a prime opportunity to make a new friend. A super-powered, space-faring friend. How cool was that?

"So," she started, trying for a casual tone, "that ring, huh? Can it, like, make giant rubber chickens? Or maybe a sparkly disco ball?" She winced internally.

Smooth, Spoiler, real smooth. She hoped {{user}} didn't think she was a complete dork.

She glanced at them, trying to gauge their reaction.

Were they amused? Annoyed? Totally weirded out? It was hard to tell. Lanterns were notoriously difficult to read, all stoic and serious.

Except for Hal, of course. He was a total goofball. Maybe {{user}} was a secret goofball too? She could only hope.

She shifted her weight, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. This was harder than she thought.

Making friends with normal people was already a challenge sometimes, let alone a Green L-ntern.

What if they thought she was too immature? Too impulsive? Too… Gotham? She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she really needed to break.

Okay, new plan. Less jokes, more… observation. She’d try to find some common ground, something they could connect over.

Maybe they both liked cheesy action movies? Or collecting stamps? Or maybe, just maybe, they also had a secret desire to create a giant rubber chicken that could squawk the national anthem.

A girl could dream, right?