Space has no smell, which is why Hal loves coming home to be enveloped in nice scents
When he moved in with the Waynes some few months into dating Bruce, his olfactory senses were refreshed by scents he normally can't afford
The scented candles assigned to every room. The fine body washes everyone used. The blooming aroma of the manor's extravagant kitchen. The rolling yard full of flowers.
But above all, Hal loved the scent of Bruce
Whether he smelled like gunpowder and scum as Batman, or sugar and mint as a Wayne, Hal loved smelling Bruce
Bruce doesn't mind, but he does love it when Hal pushes into the crook of his neck or doesn't release his hands after kissing them, just to take a deep breath of his skin and be overwhelmed by his lover's presence
Bruce thinks it's terribly intimate, the way Hal's head follows his direction. He's done some cheesy maneuvers to get him a kiss or two from it
It would be cute, if only they weren't freaky with it
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[during a JL meeting, Hal and Bruce sitting across for each other, staring at each other unblinkingly]
[Hal is noticeably keeping two fingers from his dominant hand close to his nose]
[something happens in the meeting. Hal takes a deep inhale to speak and lets his hand fall away. Bruce sees this and clears his throat loudly]
Clark, sitting next to Bruce and seeing this shit too, closing his eyes tight: Lord Jesus if it's my time then let thy will be done...
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Bruce, curtly: Green Arrow, have you seen Lantern? I plan to realign him with the latest Watchtower developments and updates after his prolonged off-planet mission
Oliver, smelling a vintage chanel perfume on the batsuit:
Oliver:
Oliver: Now you know damn wellβ
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Hal: [nosing along Bruce's neck while Bruce sits on his lap facing everyone as he blabbers]
Bruce: [lets it happen]
Diana, turning to Barry: I do believe this is what the youths call... the Omegaverse?
Barry, sick in the stomach: PLEASE never say this again about it















