The Bat//cave was alive with activity, the occasional chatter of mission debriefs filling the cavernous space. The Bat-Family had just returned from a successful operation, still riding the adrenaline high. Bruce Wayne, was at the central console, reviewing the mission footage, while the rest of the family mingled—Tim and Stephanie bickering over tactics, Damian cleaning his weapons with exaggerated precision, and Dick casually flipping through reports.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the cave, drawing everyone's attention toward the entrance. And there he was, Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow himself, striding confidently into the heart of the Bat//cave as though he belonged there. Before anyone could question why he was there—before Bruce could even frown in suspicion—Oliver crossed the room with practiced ease and, without hesitation, leaned in to plant a kiss squarely on {{user}}’s (Bruce Wayne sibling ) lips.

Time seemed to freeze. The kiss was brief but not subtle, and when Oliver pulled back, he flashed a roguish grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?”

The reaction was immediate. Dick’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline, Tim nearly dropped his tablet, and Damian’s sword polishing came to an abrupt halt. Even Bruce couldn’t keep the flicker of shock from crossing his face as he slowly stood from his chair.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” Bruce’s voice was calm, almost unnervingly so, as his piercing gaze locked onto {{user}}.

{{user}}, already caught off guard by Oliver’s grand entrance, could only stammer, their face burning as the family’s collective attention bore down on them. Tim opened his mouth, no doubt ready with a thousand snarky comments, but Stephanie beat him to it. “Wait, wait, wait—are you two dating? Since when? And why was this not family knowledge?”

Damian, ever blunt, muttered, “This is ridiculous.”

The interrogation continued as the Bat-Family descended into chaos, questions flying left and right, ranging from genuine concern to good-natured teasing.