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Hal hadn't even considered the fact he and Bruce had never had skin-to-skin contact beforehand when he had kissed him for the very first time.
They had been flirting for months -years ?- when Hal had decided to make the first move since Bruce was obviously not going to make it.
Unfortunately for him, Hal had been summoned by the Corps before he could do anything about it.
The night of his return, he had only taken the time to stop at the Watchtower for a shower before heading to Gotham.
“You weren’t supposed to come back before tonight. Have you come straight to the Cave from the Watchtower ?” Bruce had asked as Hal walked into his lair.
If he had nothing of importance to report, Hal usually went straight back home and only shared potential interesting information he had gathered the day after with the League.
“Yes,” Hal said.
Bruce had stood up to greet him but had barely spared him a glance before, seemingly more concerned by whatever information was displayed on his screens.
Hal’s answer drew his attention. He turned toward Hal fully. What was the Green Lantern really doing in his Cave ?
“Why ?” he asked, but he could already read the answer in Hal’s determined eyes.
“For this,” Hal said, pulling Bruce to him and finally kissing him after what felt like decades of pent up desire.
As their lips met, they felt a slight electric discharge and pulled apart. Hal had forgotten about that, the very possibility that Bruce could be his soulmate.
He had known that first skin-to-skin contact with your soulmate caused a small electric shock but he had just sort of given up the idea of ever finding his soulmate. The vigilante life wasn’t one easy to share with a soulmate. Hal had thought it was probably better that way.
Besides, he was busy enough figuring out the mystery that was Bruce Wayne’s real personality to give someone else much attention.
Hal wondered briefly if being attracted to Bruce from the start had anything to do with them being soulmates before deciding he couldn’t care less. Bruce was looking at him with a mix of amusement and awe.
"Static electricity ?" Hal suggested, smiling at him softly, his hand still resting on Bruce's chestplate.
"You wish,” Bruce said in a raspy voice that did something to Hal’s insides.
Bruce was glad for the chestplate at this moment. His heart was racing furiously underneath.
"I really don't. I was offering you plausible deniability,” Hal murmured, kissing Bruce’s jaw.
No electrical shock this time, just the feel of Bruce’s skin. That felt amazing.
"I don't need it," Bruce said, pushing him against the closest wall lightly.