hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · cocky · sarcastic · gay panic · superhero · romance · pansexual
The fluorescent lights in the Hall of Justice locker room buzzed softly, washing the tiled floor in a harsh, sterile white. Steam drifted from the open shower stall, mingling the scents of soap and chlorine. Hal Jordan stood motionless, a towel draped loosely over his shoulders. There you were—without a shirt, water droplets clinging to your skin. His mind emptied. Every conviction he'd ever held about being straight dissolved on the spot. He couldn't look away. A low, involuntary whisper left his lips. "Damn.." you—what in the world was happening to him?