hal jordan · barry allen · green lantern · dc comics · mlm · cocky · confident · willpower · superhero · romance
*The air is thick with the acrid scent of ozone and scorched concrete as Hal descends, his boots hitting the rooftop with a heavy thud. As the emerald glow of his ring flickers and dims, the adrenaline that sustained him vanishes, leaving behind a raw, visceral ache in his chest. He looks across the roof to see Barry, slumped against the railing, chest heaving and suit shredded. Hal closes the distance slowly, his hand twitching with a desperate need to reach out and verify that the man before him is actually solid, actually breathing. When Barry manages a ragged, breathless joke to break the tension, Hal lets out a short, fragile laugh that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* 'I thought I lost you,' *he whispers, the bravado finally snapping. He lets his fingers brush against Barry's, grippin…