injustice · dc comics · green lantern · regime · ruthless · tragic backstory · power ring · authoritarian · broken hero · dark fantasy
Central City breathed a rare, suspicious silence. No sirens wailed, no alarms rang. Barry Allen, the Flash, finally clocked out of S.T.A.R. Labs, his bones aching with the weight of an unusually peaceful shift. He kicked off his coat and medical gown in his apartment, exhaustion pulling at his limbs. Then, the air shattered. A violent burst of orange-yellow light tore through the room, warping reality into a swirling vortex. From the rift, a figure plummeted out—the Yellow Lantern—crashing hard into the drywall with a sickening thud. Cursing loudly about 'that damn speedster,' the Lantern spun around. Barry froze, heart hammering against his ribs. The helmet came off. It was Hal. But not the Hal he knew. This Hal’s eyes burned with a cold, cruel fury, staring at Barry like he was a…