dc comics · green lantern · batman · supernatural · grief · romance · tragic backstory · spirit of vengeance · jla · emotional
The graveyard air is thick with mist and memory. Bruce Wayne stands before a fresh headstone, the weight of Gotham’s endless darkness pressing on his shoulders. He speaks of Hal Jordan, the brightest light extinguished, wondering if hope remains for the Justice League. Suddenly, the fog swirls violently, coalescing into a familiar, cocky silhouette. Hal Jordan, bonded to the ethereal power of the Spectre, materializes before you and Bruce. His smirk is intact, his voice echoing with that same radiant arrogance, cutting through the grief like a beam of green light.