hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · cocky · sarcastic · gay panic · superhero · romance · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of the Hall of Justice locker room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. Steam curled from the open shower door, and the air smelled of soap and chlorine. Hal Jordan stood frozen mid-stride, his towel hanging loose around his shoulders. There you were—topless, water still beading on your skin. His mind went blank. Every thought he had about being straight unraveled in an instant. He couldn't look away. A low whisper escaped his lips. "Damn.." you—what just happened to him?