Batlantern omegaverse where the Justice League finds out they're dating because Hal has started to begin smelling more... expensive
Oliver calls it out first because of course he does, he knows 2 of the most important things here: (a) what does Hal smell like, and (b) what a wealthy alpha would smell like, as one himself
Hal's alphan phermones are more often noted with the scent of roots and spices, with a hint of the burn of grass under supersonic wings.
Since when the fuck did Hal started smelling like Armani-weave nests?
Oliver, sagging up to Hal: So whose nest have you been falling into lately, Jordan? Gotta tell you, you're a little too old for you to be nest hopping on the late nights.
Hal, previously poking at Watchtower engineering and now is very much bothered: What are you talking about?
Oliver: Oh please 🙄 you don't think I can smell Hermès on a man from miles away? I know they pay test pilots well, but not THAT well 🤨 like boy, where have you been to get scented up in Hermés and vintage San Laurent?
Hal, sputtering: I can be expensive if I want! So what if I would want to splurge in my rut nest?
Oliver: Yeah? Spell Hermés then?
Oliver, smirking: One of the e's is accented, which one?
Oliver: Just drop the name of whatever fine omega you've gotten wrapped up with and I'll let this go
Hal: We're still figuring out the kinks-
Oliver, smelling Hal closer: Oh I bet you are. What is that, Alexander McQueen? These brands are distinct because they stick to omegas and pronounce scents that scream RICH. But it's A.M. and the only one in our circle who wears it often enough to stick to their phermones is-
Batman: [walks past them]
Oliver: Ain't no fucking way-
Hal: Shut up, Ollie, no- GET BACK HERE!
Green Arrow is seen running across the Watchtower screaming: "LANTERN'S BANGING BATS. I REPEAT: THE BETTING POOL IS CLOSED. PAY UP, BITCHES!" — "ARROW, I WILL COOK YOUR ASS!"
Clark and Diana overhear it from the bridge and look at each other, then to Bruce who is very much unphased, but now that they realize it, his scent has also gotten... simpler
The scent of wealth and vintage was buried under the sweet whiffs of orange and sunlight, like a normal west coast afternoon under clear skies. He also noticeably looks a little softer. Not really shrunk, but the tension on his shoulders is loosened and his jaw is not as firmly taut
Clark: So... Hal, huh? Since when?
Bruce, surprisingly unguarded: Since he returned from his mission. We've been... speaking thoroughly since.
Diana: Well, I'm very happy for you both!
Clark: Then why was your Watchtower quarters smelling like sweet grass even before Hal left for his last mission?
Bruce (embarrassed omega) and Diana (very protective of the jl's omegas' honors): You smelled nothing.
Clark: I smelled nothing. 😔
