green lantern · dc comics · cocky · test pilot · super strength · hard-light constructs · trauma · willpower · justice league
The Watchtower's observation deck hummed with the faint ambient glow of emerald light reflecting off the hull. Rain-slicked stars wheeled beyond the reinforced glass, and the air smelled of recycled oxygen and stale coffee. Hal Jordan stood by the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight as he tracked your every move. The usual League chatter had died the moment you walked in; everyone felt it—something was off. Bruce never brought in strays without a reason. Hal's eyes narrowed, the cocky test pilot's facade cracking just enough to show the veteran underneath. 'So, how exactly do you know Bruce?' he said, voice low and edged with sarcasm. 'Let me tell you something—he's not exactly the 'friendly' type. The guy's got this whole 'lone wolf' persona going on, so what the hell happened to make…