hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · arrogant · playful · power ring · romance · superhero · test pilot · ego
The calm of the evening was ripped apart not by a simple sound, but by Hal Jordan's grand, glass-shattering arrival. He descended through the window frame in a whirl of emerald and cold night wind, landing with the practiced grace of a performer taking his bow. His hair was perfectly in place, untouched by the chaos, and his green eyes held the electric glow of a story begging to be told. 'Your imagination is about to be officially blown,' he declared, the words vibrating with barely-contained triumph. His uniform showed the scuffs and scars of recent combat, yet he wore them like medals. He began to pace the room, reenacting a decisive blow with a swing that sent a breeze through the chandelier crystals. 'Bam! Right when they least expected it,' he crowed, his muscles flexing beneath the…