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* speedrxcer

The speedster’s eyes widened for numerous reasons, all registering at nanoseconds. One: Hal Jordan was sitting in front of him, in the flesh, and looking at the very least alive. Two: Pertaining slightly to the last point, Hal Jordan called him Kid. Now, that was a nickname and an alias he hadn’t heard himself reffered to in a long time, so this was certainly Hal, but man, how long had he been gone from ye’ olde Terra Firma? With a bit of a sheepish laugh, Wally scratched the rough stubble on his jawline. “Okay, okay. Leave the racing puns to me and the other guys, alright?”

He leaned a hand on the table, looking off to a distant, grime covered wall. How was he gonna’ put this? “Hal, I haven’t been called ‘Kid’ in a long time, man. I’ve graduated from sidekick-dom, so to say.”

“Whatever youngsters say about the changeability of a person, I maintain that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. And this old dog knows you as ‘Kid’.” Hal chuckled and shook his head. It was all a jest, of course. If Wally West had earned his title as Flash, then he’d just have to cope with the new name. It rang true, however, that Barry would always be the first face to pop into Hal’s mind when the superhero’s name was mentioned. Situations could get confusing. “I’m pretty sure I heard you snatched that diploma, I guess I just forgot. But, Barry-- he’s not...” Hal shifted in his seat. “I mean, he’s still kickin’, right?”

#* wally

* theacearcher

Oliver drummed his fingers on the table while he thought. He knew that Hal’s thoughts were an issue. Employment history often told the tale of a potential employee’s work ethic. Ollieknew Hal, however, and knew that the man’s work ethic wasn’t the issue. It wasn’t exactly a good idea to don a superhero costume during an interview, though. The only thing that stopped his fingers was the waitress delivering their coffees, and then he just wrapped his hands firmly around the mug. “No offense, but what you do with that,” he pointed at the ring on his friend’s hand, “beats what you do with those,” he pointed at the papers on the table. “Y’know,” he drawled, already worried Hal will shoot him down before he gets the words out, “job wouldn’t be so temporary if you knew the boss,” he shrugged.

“Unfortunately, what I do with this doesn’t matter when the first of the month comes ‘round and I have to pay rent as Hal Jordan.” He took the coffee and blew over the top of it, but when he put it to his lips he found that it wasn’t even all that hot to begin with. “Look Ollie, it’s not that big a deal. I get by don’t I? And, think about it, do you really want to work with someone that you spent cooped up in the same ol’ busted truck with for so long? We’d be butting heads left and right. And besides, aren’t you tired of this old mug?” he laughed dryly. “Well, both of these old mugs,” he added, setting down the coffee and pushing it away with two fingers.

#* ollie

* kryptonianboyalien

Sitting at the other table across from someone, or someone seemed bored to him or something like that. Clark stood up and wonder if everything was okay “Hey is everything okay?” he asked as he pushed up his glasses as well. As he may sure that no one watched him.

“Clark.” The vision of Superman’s secret identity was familiar and comforting, though Hal confessed himself surprised that he hadn’t seen the alien earlier. That is to say, that Clark hadn’t contacted him upon learning Hal had returned to Earth. He held no bitterness, though. Well, no major bitterness. “Everything’s fine, just trying to get some work done before tomorrow. Doesn’t seem to be working, though.”

#* clark

* wxbhexd

The reaction he had proved in a way, what Peter was already thinking, he really was lost in thoughts. When he said it was because of work, he believed, because of the papers on the table, and because he didn’t exactly seem to be lying, but one couldn’t ever know with 100% certainty if someone was lying or not, but he decided not to think too much about it or say anything, because he could actually be telling the truth, besides, it was none of his business if he was thinking about a personal problem or not. “Yeah, I can see that, by all the paperwork on your table,” he sometimes also went to a coffee shop or dinner to do a job related things, even if it could be distracting, he actually could focus most of the time. “I could stop talking to you if you want, I don’t want to get in the way of it,”he would understand if he wanted to focus on the papers on his table, instead of chatting with Peter. “Yeah, of course, it’s no problem.”

Hal Jordan clapped his hands together, folded them, and laid them on the table heavily. “Don’t worry about it,” he said after a couple moments of silence. “I was kidding myself by thinking I could get all this done tonight. It’s not gonna happen, whether there’s a distraction or just me, myself, and I.” He shuffled the papers together, tapping the corners so they sorted themselves into a rough stack. “Might I ask what you’re up to this fine night?”

#* peter

* ofkatharkness

“No.” She answered him a bit shy. “Sorry to bother you, you just seem like you have a lot on your mind and in my experience chocolate cake always help.” She answered, it wasn’t like she had a lot of experience, giving 42 was out of the lab only for a few months however those months she passed with her mind busy trying to do figure out if she was going to be what was made for and kill heroes or go rogue and become one.

“Your experience is spot on,” the Green Lantern praised, picking up a fork. He motioned in circles around the cake. “Did you want some?” he asked for the sake of returning at least some of the courtesy, however he didn’t exactly wait for an answer as the fork dove into the fluffy gateau and transferred a portion into his mouth. “And,” he continued on, still chewing a bit, “you’re right, too, that I have a lot on my mind. I expect you can’t find a soul in a diner like this, at an hour like this, who isn’t spending some time thinking.”

#* kat

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“Oh man, you look…,” Oliver’s eyes took in his friend, the slight discoloration under his eyes giving away the lack of sleep even if the seemingly constant flow of caffeine didn’t give that away, “amazing.” The blonde caught the waitress’s eye, holding up two fingers in the hopes of getting a second coffee for their table for himself.

He slid into the booth across from Hal, reaching across to tilt a paper his way just enough to get a glance at the topic. “This is what you settled into the big city for?” his quirked brow matched his tone of disbelief. When he’d heard Hal was in town, Oliver figured there’d be more of the usual adventure-laden times. “Isn’t this more my thing? The whole paper-pushing gig?”

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“If you have to make me admit it, Oliver,” Hal started testily, looking up from having his heavy head in his hands, “my employment history is simultaneously impressive and not; few companies hire people who don’t down a job more than a month.” He waved a hand at the papers on the table. “This was manageable because, if you recall, I have done insurance claims before, so the experience helped me lock it down.” He shrugged, sitting back in the booth. Although the job was not ideal, he couldn’t be choosy with his current financial situation. What paid the bills paid the bills. “Besides, I’m sure this is temporary, too. Someone is going to need me at some point. And then I’ll have something better to do.” His voice was unconvincing, more desperately hopeful than self-assured.

#* ollie #FAVES

* wxbhexd

An eyebrow was raised because the guy in the booth by the side of his table, kept on tapping his finger over and over again on his table. It was clear that he was unsettled, it ended up making Peter wonder if it was because of the city’s situation or because of something else entirely. The city was a chaos, and everyone seemed to be feeling like he was, just getting out of their home, already worried them, the city was already a dangerous place, after the prison break out, it was twice as dangerous. Everywhere they went, the possibility of them just running into a criminal, triplicated, it was why the citizens were terrified to walk on the streets, luckily, the heroes were there to help.

At that moment he was just having a small break, before putting his suit back on and fighting again. He honestly didn’t know how he would work, he wouldn’t stop thinking about the chaos the city was the whole time. “Are you okay, man?” he asked, after staying a few minutes deciding whether he would ask or not, he finally did.

Hal ceased his tapping as the door jingled and another customer entered, calling him back to reality. Maybe it was getting too late for him to be able to focus on the work at hand. It wasn’t like this would be the first deadline he’d missed, or the second, and going home, pulling up the blankets over his head, pretending responsibilities were an illusion...it sounded good about now. He checked his watch. Only an hour had gone by since he started working, and already he was getting restless. He brought a stack of papers to the forefront, picked up a pen, and put the tip to the page when a voice rang out to his side and he glanced over. “Wh- me?” Jordan scratched the side of his head, glanced around a couple of times, and answered his own question. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. Just burning the midnight oil and trying to get some work done. Thanks for, uh, asking.”

#* peter

* ofkatharkness

Not sure what to do 42 walked inside the diner, the house was quiet however she needed a place to go, a quiet place so her super hearing wouldn’t give her a headache since the diner seemed almost empty kat walked inside and took a sit.

Asking for some devil’s cake Kat looked out at the windom till the tapping called her attention, it wasn’t loud enough to give her a headache, maybe he also had his mind filled. Ordering another piece of cake she took the plate and placed in front of the man. “It looked like you could use something sweet.” She said refering to the cake.

The plate clinking on the table was enough to make Hal bolt upright, the noise unexpected and very close to his ear, as his head was bent over his papers and unobservant of the world around him. His heart settled a bit when he realized that it truly was nothing but a plate with a piece of cake on it (cake that looked delicious), but the woman standing over him was cause for a little bit of confusion. “Well. I’m not one to turn down a piece of free cake, ever,” he said, using two fingers to pull the plate closer to him. “But, do I know you?”

#* kat

* speedrxcer

There wasn’t much time to sit and have a meal, surprisingly, for the fastest man alive. He had a literal pile-up of work to deal with himself, and he probably still had grease stains on his hands as he snagged whatever “special” they were serving up today. It just so happened that he turned around for a moment with a bit too observant of an eye, and spotted someone who looked eerily familiar. Now, to say that really meant next to nothing, he’d seen a lot of people, in the shop and in his union suit, but this was… a different familiar. His impulses told him to probe for information further, but his red flags told him to take it easy. At least he had that sort of control. Who knew if the caffeine pumping through his system at a million miles an hour would block it.

“Someone’s got a full plate,” Wally laughed, leaning on the bar across from the cluttered booth. “And I should know, I like mine loaded like my baked potatoes!” Food jokes, classic West. “Need some help sifting? I’m a pretty quick reader.”

A plate full of baked potatoes, now there was a thought. As if the imagined scent wafted beneath his nose, Hal Jordan’s stomach chose that moment to gave a low growl, but he shifted around in the booth to cover it up. What little money Hal wasn’t funneling into gambling, moving apartments, and other frivolous expenditures could hardly be spent stuffing his face by eating out all the time. Rather than dwell on the thought much longer, he looked up from his papers to face the source of the new voice. “Only if there’s plenty of cheese and bacon bits to give me a- hey !!”

Hal sat straighter in the booth, facing the redhead. “Kid West ! I was wondering when I’d run into you next.”

#* wally

“Deja- freaking- vu.” Jordan shuffled the papers over the cafe table, looming wild hair and a crazed-- or tired-- look in his eyes. Though it needn’t bare repeating, he had been through a plethora of jobs over the years, and it was a miracle that anyone hired him now given his turnover rate, yet here he was, repeating a career path he’d taken for a spin long ago and was, for the moment, revisiting. Still, nobody would call him a work-a-holic. But when deadlines were just around the corner, he was known to pull an all-nighter now and again to get through the contractual paperwork, a feat that seemed so much more intimidating than facing a flock of Manhunters.

Running his hand through his hair with frustration for the billionth time, Hal ordered another coffee to keep his steadily-dulling caffeine buzz. Leaning back in the booth, his hand tapped the table impatiently, the ring on his right middle finger clacking into the air of the small, quiet, twenty-four hour diner.

#theaftermathstarter

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Batman, Cyborg and Green Lantern in Reign of the Supermen (2019)

#* insp #* batman #* cyborg

Could that be SCOTT EASTWOOD ? No ! That’s just HAROLD “HAL” JORDAN ! I heard that they are a HERO called THE GREEN LANTERN ! Rumour has it HE is THIRTY-FOUR and is working as an INSURANCE CLAIMS ANALYST.