Hal Jordan

GL, 52, the best Pilot around.

[local-flyboy]

Hey there! Local pilot Hal Jordan here!

I test pilot for a few different programs from time to time, and the rest of my time is spent off-planet keeping the universe safe.

16+ muns only

No OCs without prior DMs

No shipping discussion, there is already planned batlantern.

I don’t care what you do or don’t ship, but if you’re a dick about it in any which way or direction you will find yourself blocked and deleted.

[local-flyboy]

CLOSED RP FOR @everyday-bruce-wayne

The Morning After

Hal wakes slowly, blinking blearily at the late morning light. His head is somewhere warm, and firm, and soft, and his arms seem to be wrapped around said object. He yawns and holds tighter, before memories of the night before start slowly filtering back to him. He and Bruce…

Holy shit.

The warm object he feels under him and in his arms is one Bruce Wayne.

Batman.

Spooky.

His… boyfriend? Paramour? Partner? Something… they can figure out later.

He blinks his eyes open and shifts so he’s fully holding Bruce, who looks ethereal in the soft glow of the sun filtering in through sheer curtains on the bedroom windows.

Huh.

He could’ve sworn the thicker curtains to the sides were closed too, last night…

Whatever.

Unimportant.

What is important, is the gorgeous man in bed with him. He looks so peaceful, like this. More relaxed than Hal has ever seen him.

Then again, outside of Batman and Brucie, Hal hasn’t had nearly enough time to spend with just Bruce. When he doesn’t need to wear one mask or another.

He gently caresses Bruce’s cheek and then runs his hand through the man’s hair. It’s soft, softer Hal’s hair that’s for sure, and surprisingly… all of Bruce is softer than one may expect.

How did Hal get so lucky as to be blessed with Bruce liking him, as well? With Bruce wanting him…

He’s grinning like an idiot, he’s sure. Soft. Eyes fixed on Bruce’s face as though if he were to blink the gentle peace of the man slumbering in the morning would disappear and be replaced with tension and the moment would pop like a bubble.

He leans down to kiss his forehead as Bruce’s eyes start to flutter.

“Hey, baby… Sleep okay?” He asks low and soft, rubbing Bruce’s arm softly and pulling him closer.

[everyday-bruce-wayne]

Continuing from this rp thread

The Morning After

Bruce woke slowly.

For once.

But he could feel eyes on him as he came to awareness, breath catching as he felt the memory of the night before rush back, the telling soreness inside of him echoing in time with the gentle kiss pressed to his forehead. He blinked up at Hal, who smiled at him with so much tenderness he thought briefly that he must be in a universe not his own.

Why else would Hal be in his bed still?

He was beautiful.

He couldn't help but reach for Hal's hair, fingers smoothing brown locks of hair from their disheveled state. But even like that he looked lovely. And his eyes...

They were pure warmth.

Yes, Bruce had slept well indeed.

He made sure to tell Hal as much.

"I haven't slept that well in-"

He blushed, pausing to laugh nervously before committing.

"Ever?"

He would've pulled the other man in for a kiss but he was sure they both must have terrible morning breath. He would wait.

"Do you wanna shower and get freshened up with me? My shower is pretty big," he mumbled, glancing away from Hal's face.

[local-flyboy]

Hal hums and gently cups Bruce’s face, and pecks his lips softly.

“I’d love that. Can I wash your hair for you?” He asks and runs his fingers through Bruce’s hair again. How on earth can someone’s hair be so soft? When Hals had his hair styled t feels crispy and sticky and gross the next day.

“Also, you have got to tell me how your hair stays so soft. It’s really nice…”

He reluctantly moves to stretch, his back cracking slightly as he does, before sitting up and flushing ever so lightly as he remembers he’s still nude from the night before.

“Also this bed is amazing, I didn’t know a bed could be so soft and so firm at the exact same time…”

[local-flyboy]

CLOSED RP FOR @everyday-bruce-wayne

The Morning After

Hal wakes slowly, blinking blearily at the late morning light. His head is somewhere warm, and firm, and soft, and his arms seem to be wrapped around said object. He yawns and holds tighter, before memories of the night before start slowly filtering back to him. He and Bruce…

Holy shit.

The warm object he feels under him and in his arms is one Bruce Wayne.

Batman.

Spooky.

His… boyfriend? Paramour? Partner? Something… they can figure out later.

He blinks his eyes open and shifts so he’s fully holding Bruce, who looks ethereal in the soft glow of the sun filtering in through sheer curtains on the bedroom windows.

Huh.

He could’ve sworn the thicker curtains to the sides were closed too, last night…

Whatever.

Unimportant.

What is important, is the gorgeous man in bed with him. He looks so peaceful, like this. More relaxed than Hal has ever seen him.

Then again, outside of Batman and Brucie, Hal hasn’t had nearly enough time to spend with just Bruce. When he doesn’t need to wear one mask or another.

He gently caresses Bruce’s cheek and then runs his hand through the man’s hair. It’s soft, softer Hal’s hair that’s for sure, and surprisingly… all of Bruce is softer than one may expect.

How did Hal get so lucky as to be blessed with Bruce liking him, as well? With Bruce wanting him…

He’s grinning like an idiot, he’s sure. Soft. Eyes fixed on Bruce’s face as though if he were to blink the gentle peace of the man slumbering in the morning would disappear and be replaced with tension and the moment would pop like a bubble.

He leans down to kiss his forehead as Bruce’s eyes start to flutter.

“Hey, baby… Sleep okay?” He asks low and soft, rubbing Bruce’s arm softly and pulling him closer.

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce couldn't have helped himself and even if he could he wouldn't have wanted to. He had a handsome man sitting across from him, one who- apparently- wanted Bruce.

"You can take me anywhere you want," he breathed, electric blue eyes half-lidded in the way he regarded Hal. And damn if Hal's mere presence in the moment didn't make something settle in his chest, warm and inviting.

Invitation was the word, wasn't it?

Bruce’s eyes did flash in recognition. He... he was scheduled to attend a test flight for a subsidiary.

Huh... funny how the world works.

He didn't say that though. Not yet.

"I may have heard something."

He wasn't trying to keep it a secret from Hal that he was scheduled to be there and he knew they were colleagues in the League but... they weren't outside of the capes and they were stepping into this tentative new thing.

He didn't want Hal to feel crowded by him at work. Besides...

He wanted to watch the man fly in peace. Without all the fuss his presence usually brought as Bruce Wayne.

He found that... he wanted Hal to stay.

He plucked a chicken wing from the basket and dipped it in ranch, somehow still managing to chew on it like he had, in fact, been raised by a British butler. Still, he hummed in pleasure, eyes lighting up at the taste.

He rarely got to have this. And he got to do it with Hal, who was such a welcome presence.

He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I really love this place. I forgot how much since I've been so busy. I used to come here with my dad when I was little. On the way from W.E... He would take me to work sometimes and the secretaries were so sweet they would hand me hot chocolate in a coffee cup so I could pretend I was having coffee with my dad. And then once his meetings were done he would bring me here sometimes on days he could get away with us sneaking junk food. One time, my mom caught us red handed on her way from the beauty salon. She was so mad- because we didn't invite her," he chuckled, looking around nostalgically, "This place is generational. And I'm glad it's still standing. Best pizza in Gotham if you ask me," he grinned, biting another slice for good measure. He didn't mention his part in keeping it afloat. It didn't matter. Only that it was still there.

He didn't know why he said all that. Usually, his parents were a sore spot even after so much time. Especially when all the good memories they had yet to make were cut so short so soon. But these happy little moments were preserved in the walls of a humble family owned pizza parlor. And Bruce could finally cherish it properly. What he didn't understand was why the stories just flowed out of him with Hal there. He imagined it wasn't first date kind of talk. And well, when Bruce well and truly meant it, he didn't know what first date talk was supposed to be like. But the comfort of it was why he'd felt safe to meet Hal there and not another place. It mattered- to Bruce.

Hal mattered, too.

Maybe that was the truth he hadn't admitted to himself so easily. These things- the things that mattered- always hovered right under his nose.

But with Hal, he felt compelled to stop and smell the roses.

And that had to count for something.

Didn't it?

His cheeks flushed as he flashed Hal a shy smile. "Hard to believe, huh? Me as a kid. That I didn't come out of the womb fully grown and brooding. But it's true. Every day used to feel like an adventure."

He looked at Hal with a sudden clarity, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Would you... fancy going on an adventure with me?"

[local-flyboy]

Hal listens contently, enraptured by the beautiful man in front of him. As he listens to Bruce talk about his family, about his dad, he gently reaches out for Bruce’s free hand again, squeezing it lightly.

Bruce doesn’t speak about any of his family often, least of all his parents. Sure there’s occasional stories of his kids, or his kids visiting and crashing JL meetings and telling stories about Bruce and the family, poking fun and teasing, that Bruce always looks so tired of hearing in the middle of meetings. But from Hal’s seat to the side he can usually see the faint smile on Bruce’s face when his head is in his hands.

But his parents are different. When they are brought up, it is usually a more somber conversation. Not always sad, per se, but a reminder of the tragedy that lead him down his path. Not something happy and bright like this, not a childhood story from before it all.

Then, Bruce mentions an adventure and Hal is all ears.

Hal loves a good adventure, and his smile widens into his signature smirk.

“I can believe it. You may be Mr. Doom and Gloom but when you think no one’s watching or listening, or when people know what to look for, it’s obvious you’re just another adrenaline junkie like the rest of us. So… I’d love to go on an adventure. I love adventures… and I think a good adventure with you would be the best I’ve been on in a long time.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce’s eyes lit up.

"Oh, good. I have more free time than I know what to do with lately. So just let me know when you're free so we- so we can-"

His breath caught at the look on Hal's face, sweetness and devotion so solid- as if Bruce could lean into it and trust Hal to catch him and hold him steady.

Stupidly, he had to point it out.

"You keep looking at me like that," he whispered, pink dusting his cheeks as he glanced down at their joint hands, unable to stop himself from pulling Hal's hand closer even by half an inch.

Closer.

"I want- closer," he demanded, the pout on his lips betraying the trademark Batman bossiness in his voice. "Hal- come here- come over here- next to me."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and stands up, offering Bruce his hand.

“Well… all of our food is gone. How about we go find somewhere a little more quiet?” He suggests. “Or go for a walk, or something.”

He wants nothing more than to be as close to Bruce as possible, as close as Bruce will allow.

He hopes he isn’t too terribly overstepping.

But.

If there’s even a chance…

He may as well take the leap.

He may as well since he’s already been falling for as long as he can remember.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce didn't even have time to envy Hal's boldness. He simply looked up at him with open admiration and, dare he say it, hope.

Bruce stood, clasping Hal's hand with his own.

"I already told you. You can take me anywhere you want," he said, voice barely above a whisper. And he found that he truly meant it. And if the undercurrent of neediness was audible...

Sue him.

"Lead the way."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and kisses his knuckles, before pulling him closer. He leans in, his lips brushing Bruce’s cheek as he speaks.

“Your place or mine?” He asks, and pulls back just enough to lead Bruce to his bike. He retrieves a spare helmet, that only covers his head, and offers Bruce his full face. He has a ring, after all. He’ll be fine if Gothams insane drivers try an take him out again.

Bruce… he wants to make sure has a little extra protection.

“Anywhere you’d like to go, Spooks.” He smiles, wide and bright.

[the-bat-father]

Everywhere Hal's lips touched his skin burned. His breath tickled as his voice vibrated on his skin.

Bruce shivered as he was pulled in closer, holding back a low moan. His eyelids drooped, eyes half-lidded by the time Hal regrettably pulled away. He swallowed, letting himself be lead to Hal's bike, and be handed Hal's helmet, and sit on the back of the seat and wrap his arms around Hal's waist. And he found that he didn't mind the sudden turn of his thoughts being consumed by everything Hal. It felt right.

More importantly, it felt safe.

And not in the way ordering the same food or wearing the same shoes was "safe". Not in the way going to medical school and becoming a doctor would've been safe.

But safe in the way that getting it wrong and it wasn't the end of the world felt safe.

Safe in the way that so many of the things Bruce knew were wrong with him and made him hard to be around, Hal saw and sat in it with him anyway, felt safe.

He tilted his head, tightening his hold on the other man subconsciously.

"Hmm... "

He pressed a couple buttons on his watch and his car purred to life, driving itself to W.E. He opted out of sending it to the Manor in case they needed a quicker ride later.

"Don't," he warned Hal half-heartedly, already anticipating a comment about it.

"Take me to yours."

[local-flyboy]

Hal gently takes his hands and pulls his arms around him tighter.

“Sounds like a plan, Spooky.” He starts up his engine, turns on his blinker, and then he’s taking off through the late evening hustle and bustle of Gotham.

It’s only as he leaves the old Gotham district and starts heading towards the outskirts of the Bowery that he gets nervous about how Bruce will feel about his hotel.

It IS close to the airfield, but… he also needed somewhere cheap that he could actually afford while still paying his rent back home.

He pulls into a parking spot, and kills the engine before hopping off.

“I’m sorry this isn’t exactly a five star hotel, but… it’s got a bed and it’s reasonably clean. I checked.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce wished the helmet wasn't in the way for the ride. He wanted to nuzzle his nose into Hal's neck, a pleased rumble in his chest almost matching the purr of the bike.

He only made sure to shift his body weight with the bike like second nature but otherwise relaxed and just enjoyed the ride. Well, more like he enjoyed being pressed bodily against Hal. And he wished that would continue except the bike slowed to a stop too soon.

He took the helmet off and looked around.

It was kind of a dump by most standards.

And truthfully, Bruce had been bent over and turned inside out in worse places under worse circumstances without blinking.

But this was different, wasn't it?

Because this wasn't a casual nameless hook-up for either of them. It mattered. It would be remembered.

And Hal- poor, sweet Hal... he seemed nervous, as if he actually cared what Bruce thought about it.

His eyes softened. He didn't need Hal to spoil him. Not like that...

But maybe...

Maybe he could spoil Hal.

Bruce kissed his cheek sweetly, turning his own tactics against him and leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Go get your stuff. You're staying with me now," he said, as if it had already been decided.

And... truthfully, it had been. Even before Bruce knew their pizza outing was, in fact a date. He had wanted Hal to stay with him at the Manor since he'd known he was coming to town. They were just speeding things along now. He made a mental note to have the subsidiary reimburse Hal for the accommodations. In fact, some part of him bristled in anger for the gross oversight.

W.E. was known for paying top dollar for travel and board accommodations in safe and luxurious hotels as well as hefty food stipends. Even for its subsidiaries. And Hal wasn't some nobody pilot. Why hadn't he been extended that courtesy? He would find out and raise hell.

Never again.

Hmph.

He pressed a sequence into his watch, summoning the car again to their location. That way Hal could just throw his stuff inside and follow the car back to the Manor.

"I'll wait here. I have to check some emails that can't wait," he said, smiling apologetically.

The car didn't take long at all to arrive and by the time Hal got back, Bruce had already CCed several employees with a strongly worded email sent to the correct department about one pilot's lack of proper accommodation.

People could say what they wanted about Bruce, but he got things done- with or without the cape.

He smiled at Hal, still seated on the bike like he belonged there, waiting patiently with the helmet cradled in his lap. Looking and playing the part of the perfect rich himbo. They were still in public, after all.

He batted his lashes innocently, unsure where or when a random paparazzi might snap a photo. Another unfortunate aspect of what Hal might have to deal with by being involved with Bruce. He would try to shield Hal as best he could.

"Ready? I called the car so you could put your stuff and also follow it to... our secondary location," he said carefully.

[local-flyboy]

Hal comes back down and blinks. "Oh, uh. Bruce you didn't need to do all that." Hal says, carrying just one bag with him. "It fits on my bike, right behind you. I suppose it would have us a bit more squished together, but... That's fine by me..." He shrugs though, and puts his bag in the car, as he was told, and he walks back to Bruce.

"Ready, sweetheart?" He asks, putting his half helmet back on.

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce couldn't have helped himself and even if he could he wouldn't have wanted to. He had a handsome man sitting across from him, one who- apparently- wanted Bruce.

"You can take me anywhere you want," he breathed, electric blue eyes half-lidded in the way he regarded Hal. And damn if Hal's mere presence in the moment didn't make something settle in his chest, warm and inviting.

Invitation was the word, wasn't it?

Bruce’s eyes did flash in recognition. He... he was scheduled to attend a test flight for a subsidiary.

Huh... funny how the world works.

He didn't say that though. Not yet.

"I may have heard something."

He wasn't trying to keep it a secret from Hal that he was scheduled to be there and he knew they were colleagues in the League but... they weren't outside of the capes and they were stepping into this tentative new thing.

He didn't want Hal to feel crowded by him at work. Besides...

He wanted to watch the man fly in peace. Without all the fuss his presence usually brought as Bruce Wayne.

He found that... he wanted Hal to stay.

He plucked a chicken wing from the basket and dipped it in ranch, somehow still managing to chew on it like he had, in fact, been raised by a British butler. Still, he hummed in pleasure, eyes lighting up at the taste.

He rarely got to have this. And he got to do it with Hal, who was such a welcome presence.

He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I really love this place. I forgot how much since I've been so busy. I used to come here with my dad when I was little. On the way from W.E... He would take me to work sometimes and the secretaries were so sweet they would hand me hot chocolate in a coffee cup so I could pretend I was having coffee with my dad. And then once his meetings were done he would bring me here sometimes on days he could get away with us sneaking junk food. One time, my mom caught us red handed on her way from the beauty salon. She was so mad- because we didn't invite her," he chuckled, looking around nostalgically, "This place is generational. And I'm glad it's still standing. Best pizza in Gotham if you ask me," he grinned, biting another slice for good measure. He didn't mention his part in keeping it afloat. It didn't matter. Only that it was still there.

He didn't know why he said all that. Usually, his parents were a sore spot even after so much time. Especially when all the good memories they had yet to make were cut so short so soon. But these happy little moments were preserved in the walls of a humble family owned pizza parlor. And Bruce could finally cherish it properly. What he didn't understand was why the stories just flowed out of him with Hal there. He imagined it wasn't first date kind of talk. And well, when Bruce well and truly meant it, he didn't know what first date talk was supposed to be like. But the comfort of it was why he'd felt safe to meet Hal there and not another place. It mattered- to Bruce.

Hal mattered, too.

Maybe that was the truth he hadn't admitted to himself so easily. These things- the things that mattered- always hovered right under his nose.

But with Hal, he felt compelled to stop and smell the roses.

And that had to count for something.

Didn't it?

His cheeks flushed as he flashed Hal a shy smile. "Hard to believe, huh? Me as a kid. That I didn't come out of the womb fully grown and brooding. But it's true. Every day used to feel like an adventure."

He looked at Hal with a sudden clarity, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Would you... fancy going on an adventure with me?"

[local-flyboy]

Hal listens contently, enraptured by the beautiful man in front of him. As he listens to Bruce talk about his family, about his dad, he gently reaches out for Bruce’s free hand again, squeezing it lightly.

Bruce doesn’t speak about any of his family often, least of all his parents. Sure there’s occasional stories of his kids, or his kids visiting and crashing JL meetings and telling stories about Bruce and the family, poking fun and teasing, that Bruce always looks so tired of hearing in the middle of meetings. But from Hal’s seat to the side he can usually see the faint smile on Bruce’s face when his head is in his hands.

But his parents are different. When they are brought up, it is usually a more somber conversation. Not always sad, per se, but a reminder of the tragedy that lead him down his path. Not something happy and bright like this, not a childhood story from before it all.

Then, Bruce mentions an adventure and Hal is all ears.

Hal loves a good adventure, and his smile widens into his signature smirk.

“I can believe it. You may be Mr. Doom and Gloom but when you think no one’s watching or listening, or when people know what to look for, it’s obvious you’re just another adrenaline junkie like the rest of us. So… I’d love to go on an adventure. I love adventures… and I think a good adventure with you would be the best I’ve been on in a long time.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce’s eyes lit up.

"Oh, good. I have more free time than I know what to do with lately. So just let me know when you're free so we- so we can-"

His breath caught at the look on Hal's face, sweetness and devotion so solid- as if Bruce could lean into it and trust Hal to catch him and hold him steady.

Stupidly, he had to point it out.

"You keep looking at me like that," he whispered, pink dusting his cheeks as he glanced down at their joint hands, unable to stop himself from pulling Hal's hand closer even by half an inch.

Closer.

"I want- closer," he demanded, the pout on his lips betraying the trademark Batman bossiness in his voice. "Hal- come here- come over here- next to me."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and stands up, offering Bruce his hand.

“Well… all of our food is gone. How about we go find somewhere a little more quiet?” He suggests. “Or go for a walk, or something.”

He wants nothing more than to be as close to Bruce as possible, as close as Bruce will allow.

He hopes he isn’t too terribly overstepping.

But.

If there’s even a chance…

He may as well take the leap.

He may as well since he’s already been falling for as long as he can remember.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce didn't even have time to envy Hal's boldness. He simply looked up at him with open admiration and, dare he say it, hope.

Bruce stood, clasping Hal's hand with his own.

"I already told you. You can take me anywhere you want," he said, voice barely above a whisper. And he found that he truly meant it. And if the undercurrent of neediness was audible...

Sue him.

"Lead the way."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and kisses his knuckles, before pulling him closer. He leans in, his lips brushing Bruce’s cheek as he speaks.

“Your place or mine?” He asks, and pulls back just enough to lead Bruce to his bike. He retrieves a spare helmet, that only covers his head, and offers Bruce his full face. He has a ring, after all. He’ll be fine if Gothams insane drivers try an take him out again.

Bruce… he wants to make sure has a little extra protection.

“Anywhere you’d like to go, Spooks.” He smiles, wide and bright.

[the-bat-father]

Everywhere Hal's lips touched his skin burned. His breath tickled as his voice vibrated on his skin.

Bruce shivered as he was pulled in closer, holding back a low moan. His eyelids drooped, eyes half-lidded by the time Hal regrettably pulled away. He swallowed, letting himself be lead to Hal's bike, and be handed Hal's helmet, and sit on the back of the seat and wrap his arms around Hal's waist. And he found that he didn't mind the sudden turn of his thoughts being consumed by everything Hal. It felt right.

More importantly, it felt safe.

And not in the way ordering the same food or wearing the same shoes was "safe". Not in the way going to medical school and becoming a doctor would've been safe.

But safe in the way that getting it wrong and it wasn't the end of the world felt safe.

Safe in the way that so many of the things Bruce knew were wrong with him and made him hard to be around, Hal saw and sat in it with him anyway, felt safe.

He tilted his head, tightening his hold on the other man subconsciously.

"Hmm... "

He pressed a couple buttons on his watch and his car purred to life, driving itself to W.E. He opted out of sending it to the Manor in case they needed a quicker ride later.

"Don't," he warned Hal half-heartedly, already anticipating a comment about it.

"Take me to yours."

[local-flyboy]

Hal gently takes his hands and pulls his arms around him tighter.

“Sounds like a plan, Spooky.” He starts up his engine, turns on his blinker, and then he’s taking off through the late evening hustle and bustle of Gotham.

It’s only as he leaves the old Gotham district and starts heading towards the outskirts of the Bowery that he gets nervous about how Bruce will feel about his hotel.

It IS close to the airfield, but… he also needed somewhere cheap that he could actually afford while still paying his rent back home.

He pulls into a parking spot, and kills the engine before hopping off.

“I’m sorry this isn’t exactly a five star hotel, but… it’s got a bed and it’s reasonably clean. I checked.”

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce couldn't have helped himself and even if he could he wouldn't have wanted to. He had a handsome man sitting across from him, one who- apparently- wanted Bruce.

"You can take me anywhere you want," he breathed, electric blue eyes half-lidded in the way he regarded Hal. And damn if Hal's mere presence in the moment didn't make something settle in his chest, warm and inviting.

Invitation was the word, wasn't it?

Bruce’s eyes did flash in recognition. He... he was scheduled to attend a test flight for a subsidiary.

Huh... funny how the world works.

He didn't say that though. Not yet.

"I may have heard something."

He wasn't trying to keep it a secret from Hal that he was scheduled to be there and he knew they were colleagues in the League but... they weren't outside of the capes and they were stepping into this tentative new thing.

He didn't want Hal to feel crowded by him at work. Besides...

He wanted to watch the man fly in peace. Without all the fuss his presence usually brought as Bruce Wayne.

He found that... he wanted Hal to stay.

He plucked a chicken wing from the basket and dipped it in ranch, somehow still managing to chew on it like he had, in fact, been raised by a British butler. Still, he hummed in pleasure, eyes lighting up at the taste.

He rarely got to have this. And he got to do it with Hal, who was such a welcome presence.

He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I really love this place. I forgot how much since I've been so busy. I used to come here with my dad when I was little. On the way from W.E... He would take me to work sometimes and the secretaries were so sweet they would hand me hot chocolate in a coffee cup so I could pretend I was having coffee with my dad. And then once his meetings were done he would bring me here sometimes on days he could get away with us sneaking junk food. One time, my mom caught us red handed on her way from the beauty salon. She was so mad- because we didn't invite her," he chuckled, looking around nostalgically, "This place is generational. And I'm glad it's still standing. Best pizza in Gotham if you ask me," he grinned, biting another slice for good measure. He didn't mention his part in keeping it afloat. It didn't matter. Only that it was still there.

He didn't know why he said all that. Usually, his parents were a sore spot even after so much time. Especially when all the good memories they had yet to make were cut so short so soon. But these happy little moments were preserved in the walls of a humble family owned pizza parlor. And Bruce could finally cherish it properly. What he didn't understand was why the stories just flowed out of him with Hal there. He imagined it wasn't first date kind of talk. And well, when Bruce well and truly meant it, he didn't know what first date talk was supposed to be like. But the comfort of it was why he'd felt safe to meet Hal there and not another place. It mattered- to Bruce.

Hal mattered, too.

Maybe that was the truth he hadn't admitted to himself so easily. These things- the things that mattered- always hovered right under his nose.

But with Hal, he felt compelled to stop and smell the roses.

And that had to count for something.

Didn't it?

His cheeks flushed as he flashed Hal a shy smile. "Hard to believe, huh? Me as a kid. That I didn't come out of the womb fully grown and brooding. But it's true. Every day used to feel like an adventure."

He looked at Hal with a sudden clarity, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Would you... fancy going on an adventure with me?"

[local-flyboy]

Hal listens contently, enraptured by the beautiful man in front of him. As he listens to Bruce talk about his family, about his dad, he gently reaches out for Bruce’s free hand again, squeezing it lightly.

Bruce doesn’t speak about any of his family often, least of all his parents. Sure there’s occasional stories of his kids, or his kids visiting and crashing JL meetings and telling stories about Bruce and the family, poking fun and teasing, that Bruce always looks so tired of hearing in the middle of meetings. But from Hal’s seat to the side he can usually see the faint smile on Bruce’s face when his head is in his hands.

But his parents are different. When they are brought up, it is usually a more somber conversation. Not always sad, per se, but a reminder of the tragedy that lead him down his path. Not something happy and bright like this, not a childhood story from before it all.

Then, Bruce mentions an adventure and Hal is all ears.

Hal loves a good adventure, and his smile widens into his signature smirk.

“I can believe it. You may be Mr. Doom and Gloom but when you think no one’s watching or listening, or when people know what to look for, it’s obvious you’re just another adrenaline junkie like the rest of us. So… I’d love to go on an adventure. I love adventures… and I think a good adventure with you would be the best I’ve been on in a long time.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce’s eyes lit up.

"Oh, good. I have more free time than I know what to do with lately. So just let me know when you're free so we- so we can-"

His breath caught at the look on Hal's face, sweetness and devotion so solid- as if Bruce could lean into it and trust Hal to catch him and hold him steady.

Stupidly, he had to point it out.

"You keep looking at me like that," he whispered, pink dusting his cheeks as he glanced down at their joint hands, unable to stop himself from pulling Hal's hand closer even by half an inch.

Closer.

"I want- closer," he demanded, the pout on his lips betraying the trademark Batman bossiness in his voice. "Hal- come here- come over here- next to me."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and stands up, offering Bruce his hand.

“Well… all of our food is gone. How about we go find somewhere a little more quiet?” He suggests. “Or go for a walk, or something.”

He wants nothing more than to be as close to Bruce as possible, as close as Bruce will allow.

He hopes he isn’t too terribly overstepping.

But.

If there’s even a chance…

He may as well take the leap.

He may as well since he’s already been falling for as long as he can remember.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce didn't even have time to envy Hal's boldness. He simply looked up at him with open admiration and, dare he say it, hope.

Bruce stood, clasping Hal's hand with his own.

"I already told you. You can take me anywhere you want," he said, voice barely above a whisper. And he found that he truly meant it. And if the undercurrent of neediness was audible...

Sue him.

"Lead the way."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and kisses his knuckles, before pulling him closer. He leans in, his lips brushing Bruce’s cheek as he speaks.

“Your place or mine?” He asks, and pulls back just enough to lead Bruce to his bike. He retrieves a spare helmet, that only covers his head, and offers Bruce his full face. He has a ring, after all. He’ll be fine if Gothams insane drivers try an take him out again.

Bruce… he wants to make sure has a little extra protection.

“Anywhere you’d like to go, Spooks.” He smiles, wide and bright.

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce couldn't have helped himself and even if he could he wouldn't have wanted to. He had a handsome man sitting across from him, one who- apparently- wanted Bruce.

"You can take me anywhere you want," he breathed, electric blue eyes half-lidded in the way he regarded Hal. And damn if Hal's mere presence in the moment didn't make something settle in his chest, warm and inviting.

Invitation was the word, wasn't it?

Bruce’s eyes did flash in recognition. He... he was scheduled to attend a test flight for a subsidiary.

Huh... funny how the world works.

He didn't say that though. Not yet.

"I may have heard something."

He wasn't trying to keep it a secret from Hal that he was scheduled to be there and he knew they were colleagues in the League but... they weren't outside of the capes and they were stepping into this tentative new thing.

He didn't want Hal to feel crowded by him at work. Besides...

He wanted to watch the man fly in peace. Without all the fuss his presence usually brought as Bruce Wayne.

He found that... he wanted Hal to stay.

He plucked a chicken wing from the basket and dipped it in ranch, somehow still managing to chew on it like he had, in fact, been raised by a British butler. Still, he hummed in pleasure, eyes lighting up at the taste.

He rarely got to have this. And he got to do it with Hal, who was such a welcome presence.

He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I really love this place. I forgot how much since I've been so busy. I used to come here with my dad when I was little. On the way from W.E... He would take me to work sometimes and the secretaries were so sweet they would hand me hot chocolate in a coffee cup so I could pretend I was having coffee with my dad. And then once his meetings were done he would bring me here sometimes on days he could get away with us sneaking junk food. One time, my mom caught us red handed on her way from the beauty salon. She was so mad- because we didn't invite her," he chuckled, looking around nostalgically, "This place is generational. And I'm glad it's still standing. Best pizza in Gotham if you ask me," he grinned, biting another slice for good measure. He didn't mention his part in keeping it afloat. It didn't matter. Only that it was still there.

He didn't know why he said all that. Usually, his parents were a sore spot even after so much time. Especially when all the good memories they had yet to make were cut so short so soon. But these happy little moments were preserved in the walls of a humble family owned pizza parlor. And Bruce could finally cherish it properly. What he didn't understand was why the stories just flowed out of him with Hal there. He imagined it wasn't first date kind of talk. And well, when Bruce well and truly meant it, he didn't know what first date talk was supposed to be like. But the comfort of it was why he'd felt safe to meet Hal there and not another place. It mattered- to Bruce.

Hal mattered, too.

Maybe that was the truth he hadn't admitted to himself so easily. These things- the things that mattered- always hovered right under his nose.

But with Hal, he felt compelled to stop and smell the roses.

And that had to count for something.

Didn't it?

His cheeks flushed as he flashed Hal a shy smile. "Hard to believe, huh? Me as a kid. That I didn't come out of the womb fully grown and brooding. But it's true. Every day used to feel like an adventure."

He looked at Hal with a sudden clarity, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Would you... fancy going on an adventure with me?"

[local-flyboy]

Hal listens contently, enraptured by the beautiful man in front of him. As he listens to Bruce talk about his family, about his dad, he gently reaches out for Bruce’s free hand again, squeezing it lightly.

Bruce doesn’t speak about any of his family often, least of all his parents. Sure there’s occasional stories of his kids, or his kids visiting and crashing JL meetings and telling stories about Bruce and the family, poking fun and teasing, that Bruce always looks so tired of hearing in the middle of meetings. But from Hal’s seat to the side he can usually see the faint smile on Bruce’s face when his head is in his hands.

But his parents are different. When they are brought up, it is usually a more somber conversation. Not always sad, per se, but a reminder of the tragedy that lead him down his path. Not something happy and bright like this, not a childhood story from before it all.

Then, Bruce mentions an adventure and Hal is all ears.

Hal loves a good adventure, and his smile widens into his signature smirk.

“I can believe it. You may be Mr. Doom and Gloom but when you think no one’s watching or listening, or when people know what to look for, it’s obvious you’re just another adrenaline junkie like the rest of us. So… I’d love to go on an adventure. I love adventures… and I think a good adventure with you would be the best I’ve been on in a long time.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce’s eyes lit up.

"Oh, good. I have more free time than I know what to do with lately. So just let me know when you're free so we- so we can-"

His breath caught at the look on Hal's face, sweetness and devotion so solid- as if Bruce could lean into it and trust Hal to catch him and hold him steady.

Stupidly, he had to point it out.

"You keep looking at me like that," he whispered, pink dusting his cheeks as he glanced down at their joint hands, unable to stop himself from pulling Hal's hand closer even by half an inch.

Closer.

"I want- closer," he demanded, the pout on his lips betraying the trademark Batman bossiness in his voice. "Hal- come here- come over here- next to me."

[local-flyboy]

Hal grins, and stands up, offering Bruce his hand.

“Well… all of our food is gone. How about we go find somewhere a little more quiet?” He suggests. “Or go for a walk, or something.”

He wants nothing more than to be as close to Bruce as possible, as close as Bruce will allow.

He hopes he isn’t too terribly overstepping.

But.

If there’s even a chance…

He may as well take the leap.

He may as well since he’s already been falling for as long as he can remember.

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce couldn't have helped himself and even if he could he wouldn't have wanted to. He had a handsome man sitting across from him, one who- apparently- wanted Bruce.

"You can take me anywhere you want," he breathed, electric blue eyes half-lidded in the way he regarded Hal. And damn if Hal's mere presence in the moment didn't make something settle in his chest, warm and inviting.

Invitation was the word, wasn't it?

Bruce’s eyes did flash in recognition. He... he was scheduled to attend a test flight for a subsidiary.

Huh... funny how the world works.

He didn't say that though. Not yet.

"I may have heard something."

He wasn't trying to keep it a secret from Hal that he was scheduled to be there and he knew they were colleagues in the League but... they weren't outside of the capes and they were stepping into this tentative new thing.

He didn't want Hal to feel crowded by him at work. Besides...

He wanted to watch the man fly in peace. Without all the fuss his presence usually brought as Bruce Wayne.

He found that... he wanted Hal to stay.

He plucked a chicken wing from the basket and dipped it in ranch, somehow still managing to chew on it like he had, in fact, been raised by a British butler. Still, he hummed in pleasure, eyes lighting up at the taste.

He rarely got to have this. And he got to do it with Hal, who was such a welcome presence.

He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Sorry, I really love this place. I forgot how much since I've been so busy. I used to come here with my dad when I was little. On the way from W.E... He would take me to work sometimes and the secretaries were so sweet they would hand me hot chocolate in a coffee cup so I could pretend I was having coffee with my dad. And then once his meetings were done he would bring me here sometimes on days he could get away with us sneaking junk food. One time, my mom caught us red handed on her way from the beauty salon. She was so mad- because we didn't invite her," he chuckled, looking around nostalgically, "This place is generational. And I'm glad it's still standing. Best pizza in Gotham if you ask me," he grinned, biting another slice for good measure. He didn't mention his part in keeping it afloat. It didn't matter. Only that it was still there.

He didn't know why he said all that. Usually, his parents were a sore spot even after so much time. Especially when all the good memories they had yet to make were cut so short so soon. But these happy little moments were preserved in the walls of a humble family owned pizza parlor. And Bruce could finally cherish it properly. What he didn't understand was why the stories just flowed out of him with Hal there. He imagined it wasn't first date kind of talk. And well, when Bruce well and truly meant it, he didn't know what first date talk was supposed to be like. But the comfort of it was why he'd felt safe to meet Hal there and not another place. It mattered- to Bruce.

Hal mattered, too.

Maybe that was the truth he hadn't admitted to himself so easily. These things- the things that mattered- always hovered right under his nose.

But with Hal, he felt compelled to stop and smell the roses.

And that had to count for something.

Didn't it?

His cheeks flushed as he flashed Hal a shy smile. "Hard to believe, huh? Me as a kid. That I didn't come out of the womb fully grown and brooding. But it's true. Every day used to feel like an adventure."

He looked at Hal with a sudden clarity, as if seeing him for the first time.

"Would you... fancy going on an adventure with me?"

[local-flyboy]

Hal listens contently, enraptured by the beautiful man in front of him. As he listens to Bruce talk about his family, about his dad, he gently reaches out for Bruce’s free hand again, squeezing it lightly.

Bruce doesn’t speak about any of his family often, least of all his parents. Sure there’s occasional stories of his kids, or his kids visiting and crashing JL meetings and telling stories about Bruce and the family, poking fun and teasing, that Bruce always looks so tired of hearing in the middle of meetings. But from Hal’s seat to the side he can usually see the faint smile on Bruce’s face when his head is in his hands.

But his parents are different. When they are brought up, it is usually a more somber conversation. Not always sad, per se, but a reminder of the tragedy that lead him down his path. Not something happy and bright like this, not a childhood story from before it all.

Then, Bruce mentions an adventure and Hal is all ears.

Hal loves a good adventure, and his smile widens into his signature smirk.

“I can believe it. You may be Mr. Doom and Gloom but when you think no one’s watching or listening, or when people know what to look for, it’s obvious you’re just another adrenaline junkie like the rest of us. So… I’d love to go on an adventure. I love adventures… and I think a good adventure with you would be the best I’ve been on in a long time.”

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce smiled softly, head tilting in a slight nod. "I'm okay for the most part. It's been roughly two months since the incident. And it wasn't a serious wound. More of a sudden health issue that needed treatment and for me to start taking it easy. Damian benched me and moved back in to take care of me. Though, he's a little dictator," he chuckled. "Won't let me exercise past a certain limit, monitors my meals- Won't let me out of his sight normally. Except today I managed to convince him that since this was a social visit with a friend, that it would be good for my stress levels. It must be so hard for him to parent his parent," he sighed dramatically, resting his chin in his hand and smirking at Hal. "So I guess you better have me home at a decent hour."

Then he bit his lip, eyes softening. "I have a plane... and- don't look at me like that- not one of those. I mean- I do have those, yes. But no, not the jet. The small planes that you're talking about. I have a few. You're welcome to use one any time. And you never know, Hal. Retirement wasn't an overnight or spur of the moment decision. It crept up on me. But I can't be Batman forever... not unless I don't value my life. And these days... I do. I really do. I have so much I want to stick around for, you know?" He said, something deeply fragile in his voice. And suddenly, as if remembering himself, he shook his head.

"But anyway... I am curious about your test flights. What are they usually like?" He asked, biting into his pizza, humming happily at the taste. It really was so good.

[local-flyboy]

Hal laughs softly as Bruce talks about his son. His eyes have always seemed the most alive, talking about his children. Right now, it’s a good thing. Bright and twinkling. Filled with Pride and joy. He smiles, though it turns into a bit of a smirk. An almost boyish look, if he’d been some 20 years younger.

“Well, I will do my best, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to worry your family about your health, or have them think I have besmirched your honor.” He chuckles and relaxes into his seat.

“I… wow… I… may take you up on that while I’m out this way? I have a Cessna 195 at home, that Carol gave me as a gift about 8 years ago… a thank you for being with the company so long. It was really well restored, too… she’s beautiful and flys like a dream… but I have a couple younger guys at Ferris I trust to keep an eye on her hanger, keep her clean, and I don’t need to pay storage fees, there. I asked around places near Gotham and it was going to be almost half of my contract for how long I’d be here.” He shrugs.

“It… would be nice to fly though, while I’m here. Could even take you up with me if you’d like?” He offers. “It could be a date. I could take you anywhere you want on the eastern seaboard.” He grins.

At Bruce’s next question, Hal hums.

“Honestly… pretty boring these days. Ferris has switched entirely to unmanned crafts, so what we do is get into these little escape pod looking things, the inside is set up like an f-18 cockpit for testing purposes. It’s fun, and a lot lower risk… when we were still testing manned crafts I never wore my ring. It felt wrong to, when no one else had the option… at most it was in my pocket in case I got an urgent call if I was involved with ongoing investigations… and don’t give me that look! Barry gave me shit for it all the time. Ollie, too…” he sighs.

“I am excited though, this contract is for manned craft testing. It’s been a while since I’ve flown manned earth craft like this, but I’ve been sent the specs already and it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen… I don’t know how much I’m allowed to talk about in public, though.” His eyes are bright with his excitement.

“You may have seen the specs yourself, though. The company I’m testing for is a subsidiary of WE. It is like nothing I have seen here on Earth. It’s impressive.”

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Bruce paused at the question, gaze flickering away for a moment. He bit his lip without thinking.

How much could he tell Hal? Especially on a date...

"I wouldn't say adventures..."

Taking a deep breath, he sighed.

"I've been alright, all things considered. And by all things- I mean that I've been slowly recovering from a recent medical emergency and dealing with some new developments with my family- nothing terrible on that front, just unexpected. Damian moved back in to look after me for a while so I actually haven't been patrolling and won't be for another week or two. But aside from that... I've taken this time that I've been on hiatus to simply... be," he said, smiling with newfound peace in his expression. "I- I've been considering... retirement... in the next few years," he admitted carefully avoiding mentioning Batman outright in public.

"I think it's time to prepare for it. And this forced vacation has given me time to actually find hobbies. Or even pick old ones back up. I started playing piano again and that brings me peace. The kods come around more than before. And I spend a lot of time with my dog, Ace."

Speaking of Ace... he'd had a hard time admitting to people the truth about his Bat Hound. But here- now- with Hal...

"He's the best service dog a man could ask for. My best friend. But don't tell Zatanna," he said with a wink, "she gets jealous about that title."

Leaning forward himself, he asked, "What about you, Hal? Tell me what's new with you."

[local-flyboy]

“Medical emergency? You? Are you okay, Bruce? Should you be out right now? If I’d known I would’ve asked if you needed any help at all here, I know you have a team, but…” he frowns worriedly. “There’s others who’d happily help you too, Bruce.” He says softly.

“But… god, retirement… wouldn’t that be a dream… some day It’d be nice to fly across the world… just for fun. In a little one or two man plane with nothing more than a carry on… not needing to work would be a dream…” he sighs.

He thinks about what he’s been up to, but… there’s really not much to say. Just the usual up in space for weeks and back on earth for a few days cycle.

“Ehh… I haven’t been up to much though. Mostly up in space. I have a job with a company out here for the next 8-10 weeks, so I actually told the guardians I am not to be interrupted for the next three months unless I’m literally the last lantern standing. I’m looking forward to focusing on test flights and having a good time relaxing…”

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

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[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

The longer Hal rambled, the more Bruce’s cheeks burned, telltale pink spreading down to his chest, hidden under the turtleneck he was wearing.

"I- I see-," he managed to say, clearing his throat and quickly taking a sip of water.

Hal was... bold... to say the least. That is to say, he was Hal Jordan. So Bruce expected nothing less. It was just... Bruce was Bruce. And people didn't normally act this way about him. He didn't know what Hal expected- and he was almost too afraid to ask, for fear of ruining the moment.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes earnest as he finally met Hal's gaze. He couldn't help but stare, now that he apparently was allowed. Hal's eyes were a warm brown, and the way he looked at Bruce was totally disarming in a way Bruce simply wasn't used to.

It should have scared him.

But instead it...

It simply captivated him. He found that he wanted to keep looking at Hal and for Hal to keep looking at him.

"I think you're doing just fine. I'm enjoying your company- and your transparency," Bruce assured him, a persistent and soft smile on his lips. "Besides," he shrugged, "your track record can't be any worse than mine. I'm not judging your past. But I suppose I-"

He worried his lip between his teeth before continuing his thought... "I'm not good at this either."

[local-flyboy]

Hal smiles softly. “Give yourself some credit, spooks. This place smells amazing, so clearly you have good taste in pizza. And I already know you’re good company… so I feel like barring a rogue attack this should be a good evening.” He raps his knuckles twice on the wooden table top.

“Hopefully I didn’t just jinx us.” He laughs.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners, and bright and alive. He leans in towards Bruce, lightly crossing his arms and leaning against the table. It’s probably horrible table manners, but he doesn’t care much for those anyways outside of holidays or galas where he’s ultimately representing something, someone, other than himself anyways.

“So… how have you been? What have you been up to?” Hal asks, sipping on his water. “Any fun adventures lately?”

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Bruce nearly stopped breathing all together when Hal's lips brushed his knuckles, almost in slow motion as Bruce was rendered frozen. He followed the movement of his thumb stroking his hand with sharp eyes darting back up to Hal's face as soon as his brains started working again, committing the moment to memory.

"Oh," he whispered a bit breathlessly.

He looked at Hal for a long moment, finally exhaling with a small shudder as the touch sent tingles spreading right to his chest- into his weakened heart.

"Hal I-"

He looked into his eyes, feeling his earnestness, shoulders dropping the tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

"I didn't realize you felt that way about me," he confessed at last. It was mostly true. He'd never entertained Hal being serious about him like this.

Most people weren't.

"I would also like for this to be a date," he decided with a small nod, offering a pleased smile just as the pizzas arrived, the owner setting them on the table. Bruce thanked him, nodding toward Hal.

"I hope you like it," he said, voice soft and eyes shining with fondness and something else, simmering and warm.

I hope you keeping liking me.

[local-flyboy]

"I do, I... I think I've like you for a while, really..." He trails off, and looks into Bruce's eyes.

"But any time with you, is time well spent. Bruce, you are so kind. You love your family above all else. You also work so hard to protect the universe as we know it and your city and its people, even the rogues and those who have done wrong. I... If anyone says there isn't at least something about you they like, they are a fool."

He leans back, smiling at Bruce and grabbing his glass, taking a sip of water.

"Really it's more me,thatshould be worried about you enjoying our evening. I'm... noy very good at dates, usually, according to my many exes..."

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Bruce blinked at him, taken aback.

"I mean- I- it's been many years since I stopped feeling annoyed. It's just how you are? And I appreciate who you are. Truth be told," his smile turned self-deprecating, "I started to think that maybe you had a point. That maybe I shouldn't be so-" he shook his head, insecurity quickly disappearing behind a 1000 watt smile. "If you think I'm nice you must be a clone. Who sent you?" He asked, arching a brow playfully.

All the amusement vanished, however, the moment Hal reached forward and grabbed his hand, lighting his entire body up with vibrating energy, breath catching and words dying in his throat.

Um... what?

From this proximity he could smell Hal's cologne, doing his best not to sniff the air like a damned dog. When he'd felt Hal's hair earlier it was clear he'd put product in it, indicating an effort that would best be reserved for-

But the way Hal looked at him was new, as if seeing Bruce for the first time. Or maybe he'd always looked at Bruce like that and Bruce had simply never noticed what it could mean.

"Hal?" He asked slowly. "What are we doing? I- is this-"

He bit his lip, blinking rapidly.

"Is this a... date?" He asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice, though his ice blue eyes shone bright with it anyway, fragile and longing, brows scrunched as he waited for Hal's response. He squeezed Hal's hand subconsciously, hoping he wasn't reading this wrong and hoping to feel more of him in case he decided to let Bruce go.

[local-flyboy]

Hal tenses up when Bruce asks him what's happening. Hal thought Bruce already agreed to a date, so-

Oh.

Bruce... This must be one of those things where Bruce hadn't realized the extent of Hal's asking him to go out. That's okay. It's okay. This is fine. Bruce's baby blues stare at Hal with an expression Hal has only ever seen when the man before him was fearing the life of one of his children. He's scared.

Bruce. Is scared.

But Bruce's hand tightens and Hal relaxes, and gently pulls Bruce's hand closer and he leans forward to kiss the back of Bruce's knuckles, then gently rubs his thumb over them. "That's what I was meaning, when I asked you to dinner... I'm sorry I hadn't made that very clear."

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Bruce stood when Hal arrived, the table set and ready for the fresh pizzaas that were sure to be arriving soon.

He flushed at the words, cursing internally that his pale skin probably made it so obvious.

"I'm fine - this is casual for me," he defended weakly, glancing off to the side briefly to collect himself. "I think you look fine. Besides, if you showed up without your jacket I'd worry you'd been replaced by a clone," he joked, smirking in amusement. And he was telling the truth. That Hal really did look fine. Hal was Hal. And Bruce wouldn't change him. Not after knowing him this long.

He couldn't help himself, however, when he noticed a thick lock of hair that had been smooshed likely by his helmet on the bike ride over.

His hand moved before he thought better of it, a habit he'd never kicked from when any of the family had shown up in the Cave in a similar state. He smoothed it over, arranging it to his liking, too caught up in the task to gauge Hal's reaction. Once satisfied he graced the other man with a soft, painfully fond smile.

"Please," he said, gesturing to the empty chair at the table, "Sit. I ordered already. Hawaiian for you, right? At least I hope I remembered right."

He had ordered a normal pepperoni pizza for himself but on cauliflower crust. Damian would have his head if he wasn't at least trying to take care of himself, certain that his youngest son must have some sort of telepathy that told him when Bruce was being careless.

"I'm grateful for the weather. It's nice to get a break from the rain. How have you been? We missed you at the last League meeting," he said openly, finding himself less willing to hold his words back after his recent heart attack. Something about truly coming face to face with his own mortality made Bruce more liberal with his words as of late. The children had been grateful for the change. But would Hal?

"I missed your presence," he clarified. "It was boring without you."

[local-flyboy]

Hal flushes as Bruce fixes his hair, frozen in slight awe at the casual contact. He is aware of course that Bruce is capable of expressing care for others, he's seen it a number of times over the years with various Robins and kids, but... He wouldn't have expected that same softness directed towards him. He sits when Bruce gestures for him to, still slightly caught off-guard. "I. Yeah, Hawaiian is good. Unless it's a Friday or mama is around. She's a stickler about keeping kosher." He chuckles. "Thankyou."

He smiles softly at Bruce, listening as he speaks and nodding along at the weather.

He's shocked again though, when Bruce mentions missing him at the last meeting. Bruce loves all of his friends, and his family, anyone with eyes can see that. But he's never been so... free with his words before. Is it because they're on a date? If he'd known that finally manning up and asking Bruce out was all it would take to get him to open up a little more... He would have listened to his own feelings for the gorgeous man in front of him years ago. Over a decade ago, even. "I- really? I... Always thought you seemed annoyed by how I tend to get during meetings... I hate missing them though, too. I hate missing a chance to spend time with you. You're really nice to be around, Bruce. I've missed you too." he says with a soft smile, reaching out and gently holding Bruce's hand.

[the-bat-father]

Which Could Mean Nothing

Bruce was at Vinny's Pizza Parlor at 6:45, 15 minutes before their agreed time.

He had showered and fixed his hair with a nice smelling pomade. He hadn't wanted to wear a suit- that would've been too much- although he could've passed it off as him coming straight from W.E. Instead, he had on a simpler dark blue turtleneck and black slacks paired with black dress shoes. He'd also put on his favorite cologne- which he would have worn regardless. It wasn't for any other reason at all.

He checked his watch, deciding to order ahead. He knew from previous Justice League parties what Hal's favorite order was and figured the food could be nearly done by the time the other man arrived. He placed his own order as well and asked for a few extra things like wings and garlic knots and a two liter of soda.

He chatted with the owner, not seeming out of place at all despite being Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, in a little hole in the wall pizza joint. Thomas had used to bring him there when he was a child. And Bruce had simply never stopped going. Had even helped the Italian American family out when a pandemic had hit and nearly made them close down. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As it was nearing 7 he excused himself to wait for Hal, setting up the table for them .

@local-flyboy

[local-flyboy]

Hal rolls up on his motorcycle at exactly 6:55. He isn't always late, thank-you. Especially not when it's to something this important. He finally has a date with Bruce.

Batman.

The sexiest person he knows.

He's also the most genuine and caring person he knows, too. Hal may have a habit of flicking him shit and giving him a hard time about being a hard-ass, but Hal knows he's only that way because of how much he cares.

And well... Hal likes that about him. That Bruce can both be so soft but firm and unyielding. Unafraid to do whatever it takes, even if it makes the world hate him as long as it's safe.

It also doesn't hurt that the Waynes are publicly known to be Jewish and well, his mama has always said she doesn't care if he'd rather bring home a boy as long as he's a good Jewish boy. So she'd obviously approve. Hal smiles from under his helmet as he sees Bruce waiting. The taller man is wearing trousers that look downright sinful, and showcase just how thin his waist is and how thin his ass is absolutely not... He hops off his bike and takes off his helmet, running his hands through his hair and praying that his pomade and a quick finger-comb is good enough to not have helmet hair. "Hey there, Bruce." Hal grins. "You look stunning tonight, if I'd known I'd have dressed better." He laughs softly, gesturing to his own jeans and t-shirt, under his bomber jacket he wears as always. "So... How are you? Nice weather today, yeah?" He asks as he walks over, looking up at Bruce with an easy smile and bright eyes. God, he feels like a school kid all over again trying to talk to Miriam Holt on his first (and last) date with her... c'mon, pull it together Jordan!

[the-bat-father]

Hey there, Spooky, I’m back planet side. I’ll be in Gotham for a bit, but I won’t get in your way. Scouts honor. I have some work to do in Gotham.

@local-flyboy

@local-flyboy

Hn. Thank you for the notice...

...you aren't in the way.

[local-flyboy]

Of course. I’m in town for. Not lantern related work so. Yeah… I just. Thought you’d appreciate knowing I’m here so if I decide to fly because I’m running late or something you know why I’m in the area.

[the-bat-father]

Do you have accommodations?

[local-flyboy]

I was planning to stay in a hotel.

[the-bat-father]

Unnecessary. I have a mansion.

[local-flyboy]

Nah, really, it’s fine. The hotel is like a 10 minute walk from where I need to be for work.

Thankyou, though.

I can’t barge in on you last minute like that.

[the-bat-father]

You wouldn't have barged in. I asked.

But alright. Have a good weekend.

[local-flyboy]

I… are you sure?

And I’ll be here a few weeks, actually. That’s the other reason I wanted you to know I’d be around. I’m doing some work for a company over there.

[the-bat-father]

Sure about what, Lantern?

Ah. An extended stay then... I hope it's peaceful.

[local-flyboy]

That I wouldn’t be intruding.

I mean… it’s Gotham. I don’t usually think of ‘Gotham’ and ‘Peaceful’ in the same sentence.

[the-bat-father]

That's why I said hope. And you'd be surprised.

I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure.

[local-flyboy]

Well… I did have to book a few hotels to get enough time here. I can’t cancel the first without being charged anyways, I get into town today, it’s only a room for two nights.

But… I could cancel the rest? If you’d like?

[the-bat-father]

That is... acceptable. Yes.

[local-flyboy]

Then I’ll do that.

Hey, what’s a good place to eat in town? Want to go grab a bite with me when I get there?

[the-bat-father]

Good.

There's a pizza place on 7th downtown. I frequent the restaurant and it's been in the same family for over 30 years. There's other places as well but that one is my first choice.

Yes.

[local-flyboy]

Sounds perfect to me… see you in an hour?

[the-bat-father]

Hey there, Spooky, I’m back planet side. I’ll be in Gotham for a bit, but I won’t get in your way. Scouts honor. I have some work to do in Gotham.

@local-flyboy

@local-flyboy

Hn. Thank you for the notice...

...you aren't in the way.

[local-flyboy]

Of course. I’m in town for. Not lantern related work so. Yeah… I just. Thought you’d appreciate knowing I’m here so if I decide to fly because I’m running late or something you know why I’m in the area.

[the-bat-father]

Do you have accommodations?

[local-flyboy]

I was planning to stay in a hotel.

[the-bat-father]

Unnecessary. I have a mansion.

[local-flyboy]

Nah, really, it’s fine. The hotel is like a 10 minute walk from where I need to be for work.

Thankyou, though.

I can’t barge in on you last minute like that.

[the-bat-father]

You wouldn't have barged in. I asked.

But alright. Have a good weekend.

[local-flyboy]

I… are you sure?

And I’ll be here a few weeks, actually. That’s the other reason I wanted you to know I’d be around. I’m doing some work for a company over there.

[the-bat-father]

Sure about what, Lantern?

Ah. An extended stay then... I hope it's peaceful.

[local-flyboy]

That I wouldn’t be intruding.

I mean… it’s Gotham. I don’t usually think of ‘Gotham’ and ‘Peaceful’ in the same sentence.

[the-bat-father]

That's why I said hope. And you'd be surprised.

I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure.

[local-flyboy]

Well… I did have to book a few hotels to get enough time here. I can’t cancel the first without being charged anyways, I get into town today, it’s only a room for two nights.

But… I could cancel the rest? If you’d like?

[the-bat-father]

That is... acceptable. Yes.

[local-flyboy]

Then I’ll do that.

Hey, what’s a good place to eat in town? Want to go grab a bite with me when I get there?