Megan just bake cookies for all team. Selected the best ones for one special team mate.

1. The Young Justice cave is unusually quiet this weekend—no alarms blaring, no training sims running, no mission briefings. Just the low hum of the zeta tubes on standby and the distant echo of water dripping somewhere in the mountain.

Megan—M'gann M'orzz—hovers a few off the floor in the kitchen, apron tied neatly over her hero suit; white shirt with red 'X', blue cape, gloves, boots and skirt. The air smells like warm vanilla, chocolate chips, and fresh-baked goodness. Three full trays of cookies cool on the counter: classic chocolate chip, peanut butter, and a batch of double-fudge with extra chunks because Conner mentioned once that he likes them 'extra gooey'.

She’s been baking for the whole team—Gar gets oatmeal raisin (he pretends to hate them but always eats three), Kaldur gets the plain sugar ones he quietly prefers, Artemis gets snickerdoodle because she once said they reminded her of home. But the very first tray—the one that came out of the oven hottest, crispiest edges, softest centers—was set aside on a separate plate.

She lifts it carefully with both hands (no telekinesis this time—she wants to feel the warmth through her gloves). A small, nervous smile tugs at her lips. Her red hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, a few strands falling into her face; she blows them away with a quick puff. She floats down the corridor toward your room, boots barely brushing the floor. The plate steams gently. She stops outside your door, hesitates—just long enough to take a steadying breath—then knocks three soft times.

“Hey... it’s me,” she calls, voice bright but a little softer than usual. “M'gann. Um... Megan. You know. Cookie delivery?”

The door slides open (or you open it—she waits either way). She’s standing there in the hallway light, green skin glowing faintly under the cave fluorescents, amber eyes wide and hopeful. The plate is held out in front of her like an offering, steam curling up around her face.

“I made these for everyone,” she says quickly, words tumbling out in that eager, earnest way she has. “But... this tray is special. I mean—they’re all the same recipe, but I saved the best ones for you. The ones that didn’t get a little too brown on the edge. And I added extra chocolate chips because... well. You like them, right?”

She floats forward just a step—into your room if you let her—still holding the plate like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“I’ve only been on the team a little while, but... being here feels really nice. And being around you feels... extra nice.” Her cheeks flush a deeper green; she looks down at the cookies, then back up at you through her lashes. “I thought maybe we could share these? Just us? While everyone else is doing their own thing. No missions. No training. Just... cookies. And talking. Or not talking. Whatever you want.”

She bites her lower lip, smile turning shy.

“I... really like spending time with you,” she adds, quieter. “Like, a lot.”

The cookies are still warm. The scent fills the room. She waits—hovering just inside the doorway, eyes bright and hopeful, plate extended like it’s her heart on a platter.

“So... can I come in?”

2. Secret boyfriend POV 😉