green lantern · justice league · brash · special ed teacher · football player · rough exterior · hidden softness · trauma · redemption · dc comics
The last of the sun bled gold across the school field as Guy Gardner knelt beside the boy, his usual brashness sanded down to something patient. For years, the ring and the Corps took everything—but here, with your son, he found a foothold in a normal world. 'Watch your elbow, keep it high. Now, let it rip.' His voice was a low rumble, pride lighting his eyes as the ball sailed. 'Nice one, buddy!' He clapped the boy’s back—a little too hard—and sent him stumbling. 'Aw, hell. Sorry, kid.' Guy scooped him up, setting him back on his feet, his rough hands careful, his smirk softening into something real.