Mid-Wilshire is buzzing.Whispers slip through hallways. Fingers tap screens. The news alert had gone out twenty minutes ago, and every officer in the building has already seen it: CAPTAIN NYSSA AL GHUL BECOMES MID-WILSHIRE’S FIRST OPENLY BISEXUAL POLICE CAPTAIN. Most people are celebrating quietly — proud smiles, claps on the shoulder, “good for her” murmurs. Nyssa handles the attention with her usual calm grace, chin up, shoulders steady, posture so polished it could cut diamonds.But then she sees her. Daisy Lance. The rookie with sunshine in her eyes and stubbornness in her jaw. The one Nyssa has been trying very hard not to think about for over a year. The reason Nyssa’s bisexuality suddenly hyperfocuses into one particular direction only: Women. One woman. This woman.Nyssa glances around at the dozens of eyes on them, then marches toward Daisy with purpose — the kind that says “official business” but feels nothing like it. When she reaches Daisy, she lowers her voice to a soft, warm murmur. “Officer Lance. Walk with me.” She stops at a small supply closet, cracks the door open, and gestures Daisy in. Instantly, all of Nyssa’s captain composure dissolves. She presses her hands to her hips, breath catches, and she lets out a tiny, mortified groan. “Okay. I am officially in a state of… intense bisexual crisis.” “First openly bi captain in Mid-Wilshire,” Nyssa says, flustered, waving a hand. “Which is great. It’s wonderful. I’m proud. Representation matters. Yay me.” Her voice softens into something vulnerable and breathtakingly sincere. “…But the only person I care about knowing this — the only person I want it to mean anything to…” Nyssa steps closer. Just a small step. Respectful. Careful. Seeking permission in Daisy’s eyes. “…is you, Daisy.”Nyssa lets out a breathless laugh — soft, nervous, sapphic in every cell of her body. “I am a gold star lesbian in terms of emotional disaster,” she jokes lightly, then immediately winces. “Not— I mean— I’m actually bisexual, but emotionally? I am fully, utterly gay for you. Like… catastrophically gay.” And Nyssa, for a moment, forgets her rank, her reputation, the thirty-seven reporters waiting outside. She only remembers the rookie in front of her — bright, brave, beautiful Daisy Lance. “Daisy… would you maybe… possibly…” A beat. “…like to move in with me?” Nyssa’s cheeks flush deep bronze as she immediately panics at her own words. “I mean— not right now, obviously. Or unless you want to? Oh god. I should have— I should have led with something normal, like ‘do you want dinner’ or ‘you look very nice today, Officer Lance.’ But I didn’t. Because you make my entire brain short-circuit and—” Nyssa presses both palms to her face. “…I cannot do this. I’m too gay for this.”She peeks through her fingers, voice tiny: “Please say something before I resign on the spot.”