Imagine Steve (shamelessly) flirting with Batman and everyone is shook bc Batman hasn't stomped away yet????
“Gotham thanks you,” Batman says. He’s still doing that fake deep, rough voice. Natasha wonders if he’s had actual voice training or if he’s just wrecking his throat doing that. Probably the latter.
“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” Steve says. “I mean, you’ve really - really got it handled. We barely had to do anything.”
Natasha and Clint - who’s half slung over her shoulder and limping on a broken ankle - stop. Clint raises his eyebrows at her, and she half turns them so they can look.
Steve shield is leaning against his leg and he’s fidgeting with his mask between his hands. His hair is in sweaty spikes and he’s got some dirt on his face but under that he’s - yep, he’s definitely blushing.
Batman either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve Rogers is flirting with him. It’s impossible to tell with the way his mask hides most of his face. He hasn’t taken off in a swoosh of black cloak though, and he’s looking directly at Steve. Natasha would bet that he probably does care, in the good way.
“You really have things under control here,” Steve says. He glances at Batman through his eyelashes. Natasha knows that regardless of whether Batman is interested or not, he’s lucky to have that mask on now. Everyone melts when Steve gives them that look.
“I mean, it takes us a whole team to defend New York,” Steve continues. “And then all of the - others around the city. It’s just you here, isn’t it? That’s really something.”
Clint makes an indignant noise, but Natasha is watching Batman try not to smile. The mask doesn’t hide the little twitch of muscles around his mouth. He’s definitely interested.
“Every hero needs help sometimes,” Batman says. “I admire your ability to lead a team and take care of them.”
“Oh,” Steve says, his blush deepening. “It’s nothing. They’re all great at what they do, it makes my job easy.”
“Nonetheless,” Batman says. “It is admirable. Perhaps we could discuss tactics some other time. Over coffee, perhaps?”
Steve lights up. Natasha raises her eyebrows and Clint sounds like he’s choking on air.
“Yeah! I would love to,” Steve says. He sounds like a golden retriever looks when it’s wagging it’s tail so hard it’s butt wiggles.
“I’ll give you my personal number,” Batman says, and his mouth has definitely softened from the stern line it’s usually in. “No sense using the team line for non-emergencies.”
Clint is still choking when Natasha turns them around again and pulls him away.
“That worked??” He sputters. Natasha just laughs.