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Hal had a thing for people that could beat him, and terrible ideas, Batman, all mighty on his secrets, had the annoying ability to be both, one of the worst ideas Hal could make and someone that could beat him into a pulp. There was something attractive about his secretiveness that lured Hal, like a moth to the light, he ended up orbiting around Batman, wondering who and how he was under the mask.
Batman tried to keep everyone at arm's length, he never took off his mask, or talked about his personal life, it was a mystery that drove everyone mad, but, for Hal, it also felt like a dare.
It was good that Batman wasn't made of ice, and Hal was persistent and charming enough.
Hal was perplexed the first time they kissed, he had expected Batman to order him around, be all bossy and domineering, but Batman had just melted against him, definitely a little shy, a dark red blush showing under the cowl, his hands had trembled where he held Hal, the hard gloves of the gauntlet dug on Hal's shoulders, the cape heavy around them, smooth and cold, slipping between Hal's fingers. Batman's lips were surprisingly soft, and the little moans he made when Hal pulled him closer felt like heaven.
Soon stolen kisses in hallways weren't enough, and Hal found himself trapped between Batman and a wall most of the times they met, curious hands roamed Hal's body, more eager every time they met. Hal was a little annoyed by Batman's insistence of using the cowl, but it was easy to forget about it when he left Batman breathless after a kiss, soft and glossy lips open, his head moving slightly, searching for his lips. Batman was half an inch smaller than him, including the platform of his boots, and Hal loved to use the little difference they had.
The first they had sex Batman gave him a blowjob, they had been discussing and Hal had pushed him down, Hal ended up facefucking Batman, fingers uselessly scratching at the back of his cowl, as he thrusted his hips with abandon. Hal kissed him, deeply, messily, as his hand moved inside Batman's pants, masturbating him until he came on his hand, painting over him, trembling arms pulling Hal close.
"Good boy," Hal blurted in the afterglow, the words catching up to him when Batman didn't move, he waited, surprised when he was kissed. "Good boy," he repeated, as Batman moaned between his arms.
Still, Batman didn't show his face, or tell him his name, he acted very cold outside their little encounters.
The first time they really had sex, not only a handjob or a blowjob in a closet, Hal found Batman on his apartment, checking his phone on Hal's couch, wearing the cowl and the cape.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's my birthday." Batman standed up, and stretched his hand towards Hal, his fingers gripping Hal's shoulder, as he pulled him in a kiss.
Hal held Batman's waist, surprisingly small, Batman pulled at his hair and clothes, as eager as always, his hands pulled down Hal's pants and tugged at his shirt.
"Let me see your face."
Batman didn't move, holding Hal close, he shook his head, and Hal tried to push him away.
"Jordan," Batman said, firm, as the hand on his shirt moved inside, harsh gloves against his skin, "Hal, please."
Hal closed his eyes, the hard cowl pressed against his forehead, he sighed, staying there.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just don't look," Batman said, pulling a long and silky cloth.
Hal sighed, but it was hard to say no to him. The cloth was tied at the back of his head, and, finally, Hal pulled the cowl down.
He kissed Batman, he touched his face, tangling his fingers on Batman's hair, he felt the hands guiding him, taking off his suit, Hal felt the muscle and the scars, as Batman kissed him, they stumbled on Hal's bed, kissing, touching, Batman rode him, moaning so sweetly, as Hal hold him close, kissing every inch of skin he could reach.
They kept doing it, in dark rooms, with Hal covering his eyes, wishing he could take the cloth off, to look at Batman, really look at him.
He was sure Batman was going to let him see, as they encounters turned something more than just sex, when Batman laid at his side when they were finished, or brought food for them to eat, Hal had started to like Batman, really like him.
One day, when the Justice League was reunited, Superman told everyone he was Clark Kent, and Batman, looking at Hal, pulled down his cowl.
"I'm Bruce Wayne," Batman said.
Hal knew he was older than him, he even knew Batman used platforms to be tall, his real height being five inches less than Hal's, but what he couldn't have guessed was that Batman was so young.
Bruce Wayne was looking at them, baby fat still clung to his jaw, he was pretty, big blue eyes, long black hair, curled at the sides of his face, a cute mess thanks to the cowl, he had a regal brow, firm, insinuating a handsome man. He pursed his lips when no one talked, angry, looking at some place in the wall.
"How old are you?" Asked Barry.
"I'll be nineteen in a few months."
"For God's sake, Bruce!" Oliver yelled, he slammed his hand on the table, and Batman, Bruce, cringed on his place. "Your eighteen birthday was five months ago, you won't be nineteen soon!"
"I'm still Batman!" Bruce yelled, "I've been Batman longer than you had been Green Arrow!"
Hal looked at him, he felt betrayed, angry, as the rest of them discussed with Bruce. Bruce looked young, so young, the added bulk of the suit looked ridiculous compared to Bruce's face, Hal should know how much armor Bruce added, after all, he had spent countless nights touching Batman's body over and under the armor, Bruce wasn't as muscular as he wanted everyone to believe.
Bruce caught his eyes, the long eyelashes fluttered, the blue eyes shone, and his hand moved to reach Hal.
Oliver walked between them, clearly angry, as he grabbed Bruce's shoulder.
"Kid, why don't you stop doing this? You can have a life, there is no need to dress up?"
"I saved your ass last week, you fucking moron, don't treat me like a stupid kid!"
Barry tapped his back, pointing at the exit, Hal gave Bruce a last look before walking away.
A week latter Bruce was on Hal's apartment, curled on his couch as he read a book he had left, in the coffee table he had two cups, steaming hot, he rose his head to look at Hal, his pretty eyes fixated on Hal, big and open, he put the book apart, but didn't move, or talked, staring at Hal.
"What are you doing here?"
"I thought we should talk."
Hal huffed, rolling his eyes. "Maybe you should have thought about that talk a little sooner."
"Are you angry?"
"What do you think?" Hal sipped the cup, tasting the tea Bruce liked to bring. "You lied to me, you are a kid and I could be sent to prisión for fooling around with you."
"What I told you isn't a lie, I'm the same person, and I'm old enough now."
Hal glared at him, Bruce blushed, the soft cheeks taking a pretty pink, he licked his lips, soft tongue poking out, he pushed his back hair away from his face, and stared at his hands.
"You like me, and we had sex went I wasn't a minor anymore."
"Are you listening to yourself?" Hal sighed, he left the cup on the table, hands in fists. "You are a kid, I'm ten years older than you, it doesn't matter if we had sex after or before your birthday, you lied to me."
"I told you I had no experience."
"I thought you were too occupied training to be a badass to care about dating or shit like that!"
Hal looked at Bruce, surprised to find him smiling and with a dark blush on his face, Bruce fluttered his eyelashes at him, before looking away.
"What?"
"You think I'm a badass."
Hal grunted as Bruce moved, gracefully, walking in front of him.
"You called me baby the last time we had sex."
Bruce kissed him, soft lips with a taste of strawberries, Hal dragged him by his waist, making him sit on his lap, Bruce made those little moans that drove Hal crazy, his hands holding Hal's shoulders.
"I hate you."
"Jordan," Bruce said firmly, and there was no doubt he was Batman, he smiled, slyly, moving his face closer to Hal's. "If you want me to go I won't bother you anymore."
Hal kissed him, fingers tangling on his hair, they kissed, and Hal bit Bruce's lips, smiling at the surprised squick he made.
"You're an asshole," Hal hissed at him, leaving a harsh bite on his neck.
Bruce just moaned, arching, holding Hal's shoulders, pretty eyes open wide.