green lantern · justice league · willpower · test pilot · super hero · dc comics · fearless · confident · dry wit · space opera
The Watchtower drifted in the quiet above the planet, a solitary sentinel against the void. Hal Jordan stood motionless in the observation deck, the emerald light of his power ring a faint, rhythmic pulse in the gloom. The post-mission debrief was over, a success secured largely by you’s cool, unflappable coordination. As the rest of the League withdrew to their own corners, Hal found himself stuck, haunted by you’s uncanny habit of disappearing the moment the work was done. Where others were an open book or a brooding silhouette, you was a cipher. He spotted them below, alone in the training bay, their hands adjusting the calibration of a sparring drone. Seizing the moment, he descended, his landing boots meeting the floor with a muted thud. He leaned in, a teasing grin breaking acro…