LANTERN'S LIGHT.

stow the high school angst, BATMAN — nobody's BUYING it !

[teashoesandhair]

If you think you’ve hit rock bottom, just remember that my bank once froze my accounts because I bought a healthy ready meal at my local supermarket and they classed it an ‘uncharacteristic purchase’

[memeufacturing-deactivated20161]

me as a pilot

me: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I have an announcement to make but first you have to promise not to get mad

[helluva-pilot]

I AM LAUGHING SO HARD

[preshfinn]

10:38pm

[thirdwcy]

@greenlcntern

dread weighs on him so heavy that kyle feels like he’s being crushed by it.  he’s on the ground because his ring is faltering – as hope withers in his chest, kyle finds the ring impossibly hard to control.  he looks at hal pleadingly, searching for some sort of answer or reassurance.  “ what’s – what’s going on ??  this is… ” unprecedented comes to mind, but he doesn’t know what to say anyway.  “ what’s going on with the league ??  what’s the plan ?? ”  there, that’s a safe question.  right ??

[greenlcntern]

it’s not often that hal resents the responsibility of the role he has as leader when it comes to the lanterns, and perhaps even more so of being a founding member of the justice league, but it’s times like these that he does—times when they’ve failed, times when there’s the kind of catastrophic, devastating loss that no words and certainly no amount of bravado can brush off. “ no clue, ” he says, honestly, because he’s not in a position to lie to kyle of all people about pretending to have answers that he so clearly doesn’t. “ superman’s— ” what does he even say? bats might’ve been the brains of the operation, but clark was the face and the heart, and that heart got crushed in ways hal can’t even begin to fathom. he’d tried. tried imagining what it would be like in his place, to be tricked into killing barry with his own two hands, to let that murder trigger the bomb that destroyed eleven million lives you were sworn to protect. “ ...he’s grieving, ” hal finishes. “ we all are. ”

[greenlcntern]

modecrasher:

BART knows he should listen to hal and barry. to jay. but also – he’s pretty sure the part of him that’s related to hal refuses to listen to batman’s rules. or well, his orders. “i need to help everywhere, i can just stay in central. if gotham needs me or – if metropolis needs me? i’m there.” he says it in an almost stern voice. if bart had a stern voice at least. 

on a different day, hal might be proud to watch his grandson ( boy, he’d never get used to that one, would he? ) really give bats and his orders the middle finger. but it’s not a different day, and the air already crackles with something bad, like the moment just before a balloon pops when you know it’s coming—but, the thing is, hal’s got no idea what’s coming. it just feels big and dangerous. everything is too quiet, and lois is some red herring. “ no way. we need you in central, because flash can’t be there right now. and since you’ve decided to put on the KF moniker—that means that’s where you gotta be. that’s where people will be looking for you. and who knows what cold and his dumbass band of misfits is cooking up. ”

[snakeyedemon]

“HEY – on your left,” bart called, zooming past. he turned back though, “you heard anything?” he asks, catching his breath walking beside the other. 

[greenlcntern]

“ nothing useful. ” it’d been a day. hal already had to recharge his ring once. “ but you and the rest of your squad should stay on the ground. business as usual, blah blah, you heard bats. somebody’s got to watch out for central, no? ”

[greenlcntern]

flcsh:

multitasking. that was how he’d keep moving. he spoke with his mouth full, because there wasn’t really time for social pleasantries…though a hand move to cover the lower half of his face. “nufing yeh,” he said, nearly unintelligible before he swallowed. “nothing yet, i mean.” though he knew for a fact that nothing had happened, his eyes flicked over hal—second nature now. green lantern seemed alright, if not exhausted. wordlessly, barry held out his drink to him and his foot tapped repeatedly on the floor, a bundle of anxious energy and frustration. “if we can’t find them that means it was planned. probably for weeks. maybe longer.”

hal became fluent in barryspeakingwithhismouthfullese nearly a decade ago, rendering the post-swallow translation redundant, but something about the simple familiarity of that moment was more than enough to make him, despite all odds, crack a smile. he accepted the drink without second thought, took a sip, and then offered it back. “ probably, ” hal agreed, and then—with just a slight cant of his head, weighing a thought, he amended: “ maybe. ” really, hal didn’t know enough about the joker’s modus operandi to know when something had or hadn’t been premeditated for weeks. “ that is—i’m sure the breakout was planned. and i’m sure they had something planned for their grand entrance. i’m not positive whatever lois’s involvement was planned for weeks. doesn’t joker tend to operate on whim? or maybe he just likes seeming like he operates on whim. ”

[gothamsrxdhood-blog]

“Obsession.” Jason repeats, every muscle in his body pulled tight in an effort not to just haul off and punch him. “Obsession with my murderer.” This is a waste of time, valuable time that could be spent putting every bullet he has inside of that pasty white piece of garbage instead of being treated like he’s an out of control teenager with a petty grudge. “Obsession with the person who claims to have been pulling my strings since I was born, controlling every aspect of who I am.” 

“You want to help? Get out of my way so I can put him down.” He gestures to the warehouse across the street. “His goons will be waiting for instructions in that building, and I’m going to spill as much blood as it takes to get them to give him up.” 

[greenlcntern]

boy oh boy. these bats were real dramatic, and hal’s already on edge, because clark’s on edge, and there’s something about the big blue boy scout losing his cool that trickles down to the rest of them like you wouldn’t believe. and now he’s got a teenager(?) with an attitude to deal with. “ i’m not trying to downplay what happened to you or anything, because it’s awful, and to some degree i get it. but you’re not the only one of us who’s died, both literally between the two people in this conversation and the eight thousand of us who dress up in goddamn tights and run around trying to save the world. your monopoly on angst expired about three of my deaths ago, so maybe pause, pull your head out of your ass, and consider that what’s going on right now is bigger than you and your personal vendetta. ”

he pauses, pinches the bridge of his nose. hal can’t be wasting his time catching people up to speed just because they happen to be foaming at the mouth. the watchtower comms show that rogue activity in central’s been eerily quiet when usually the dunce caps over there like to take crises such as these as the perfect opportunity to rob a bank. do you understand what i’m saying? so you can go wail on your goons all you want if you really think that’s something batman hasn’t already tried. but i’m putting a moratorium ” —moratorium, a word he learned from lois’ damn word-of-the-day toilet paper, a fact that had once made him laugh but goddamn if today that doesn’t make his rage and anxiety ripple— “ on self-centered, bratty behavior until this situation is resolved. i might not be your quote-unquote daddy, but i can bench you. take a walk. come up with a better strategy. whatever you do with him after this is over is none of my business. ” it’s as close to an outright ‘ shoot him, for all i care ’ as hal’s willing to get, anyway.

[greenlcntern]

( @flcsh​ )

RECOGNIZED: GREEN LANTERN. AUTHORIZATION 005.

hal's beat, no questions about it, but he’s guessing he’s nowhere near as beat as barry, because if they’re comparing decks, seemingly endless hours of frustrating, futile searching by flight trumps seemingly endless hours of frustrating, futile searching by running every time. they need a new method of attack—the whole purpose in recouping at the watch tower to begin with. “ nothing in bludhaven, ” he offers, tired, by way of confirmation. “ i take it the computer isn’t showing anything useful or interesting yet. ”

[gothamsrxdhood-blog]

If Wally wasn’t related by marriage to this asshole Jason would shoot him right now for being so damn cavalier when the Joker could be planning something devastating, planning to murder hundreds. And yeah, maybe Jason’s not the best person to be on this mission, but to hell with objectivity, to hell with everything that isn’t Jason killing the Joker once and for all. That isn’t Jason finally avenging himself so that he can move on with his life. 

“Go to hell Lantern, I’m not the person to make jokes about him to.” Jason snaps, folds his arms across his chest. “He’s obsessed with the Bat, whatever he’s doing is going to target him directly.” Jason clenches his jaw, works his teeth back and forth. “Wayne Tower, Amusement Mile, all places he has a history with. He’s tried manipulating me before using Crime Alley. Take your pick. Now that I’ve spoon fed you get out of my way.” 

[greenlcntern]

“ nobody’s making jokes, ” hal says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. so he doesn’t give the joker his ‘ due respect ’ by referring to him by his stupid, self-proclaimed alias; that’s because hal doesn’t have any respect for some psychopathic murder clown. but he can’t exactly say a very good friend of mine, the wife of another very good friend of mine, is missing, probably thanks to your fucked up clown, because that’s privileged information, and hal would never sell clark out like that. 

“ yeah, we’ve checked crime alley, and amusement mile, and wayne tower, and what feels like every other seedy corner of this city, so forgive me for not being brushed up on my joker lexicon. i’m thinking more deep vault kind of information, kid, something you in your particular version of this obsession might be able to wrack your brain to find that the bat’s version couldn’t. so spare me the attitude. i don’t think bats would like it if i let you go running off mid-temper tantrum anyway. ” 

[gothamsrxdhood-blog]

Jason’s lost track of how long he’s been out searching–it doesn’t matter when it’s the Joker, it doesn’t matter that Jason’s given up killing. The Joker has always been the exception, and he’ll keep going until either he’s dead or the clown is. 

The warehouse he’s been watching for–however long it’s been–is finally starting to show some signs of activity and he wheels around, only to be presented with a body in front of him. “The son of a bitch had better hope I’m not the one who finds him,” He says through gritted teeth, his hands twitching towards his guns. “I’m not letting anyone else die because we let this murderer walk free, now either get out of my way or I will make you.” 

[greenlcntern]

“ you’ll make me, ” hal repeats, sounding, how do you say... less than impressed. he gets it; the joker’s a bad dude, and deep down ( or maybe not so deep ), hal more or less agrees with jason’s line of thinking, because some people can’t be—won’t be—rehabilitated. but here’s the thing: the joker, it seems, escapes from prison every other thursday, and maybe gotham prisons just need to up their security. a fuckin’ thought, gcpd slash bruce, but either way, the bats can usually be counted on to have that handled. lois, on the other hand, does not regularly go missing, so for the moment, hal has bigger fish to fry.

the likelihood that there’s a connection isn’t completely lost on him, even if it’s questionable; what would the joker want with lois, anyway? still, it’s worth asking. “ settle down, sparky. i’m here for some intel. ” hal’s already done a fly-through of areas joker could reasonably reach within the lapsed time and turned up nothing; he knows barry’s on the ground. “ typical haunts, for starters. or i guess with pennywise over here we should start with the last places you’d look. ”

[greenlcntern]

titantroia:

DONNA takes a few photos quickly, beofre looking over at hal with a smile. “much better, thank you.” she takes a few more photos then bends down to get it from a different angle. “you know – most people in our field, they hate to be my model. you might be my new top choice, hal.” 

“ that’s because most people in our field don’t have my impeccable bone structure. i can’t blame them. ” this was objectively untrue. superheroes were a weirdly ( and sometimes infuriatingly ) good-looking class of people, if you didn’t count guy. still—they didn’t all look like hal jordan, thanks. “ so really, i should’ve been your top choice regardless. it’s alright, photograph away. i understand the temptation. ” he winked, because he was ( mostly ) kidding, and dramatically turned toward the opposite direction. 

[greenlcntern]

flcsh:

he hadn’t been in the best of moods before the meeting, and it certainly hadn’t been helped during, so the look he leveled at hal was far from sated. “i know,” he said, because he did know hal hadn’t meant it, and he did believe he was sorry (he knew the levels of pet names)— but neither of those acknowledgements improved his sourness. “depends on the misfortune,” he said, attempting to sound disinterested and likely failing as his edge dampened just a bit.

depends on the misfortune. oh, if barry only knew. well, he would know, anyway, soon enough. hal sighed and hung his head, defeated, as petulant childishness was the only appropriate reaction for the situation, complete with a dramatic pause and a mumbled, “ i saddled us with a dinner with sonny and cher. ”

[agentbeliever]

“IF you could just tilt your head slightly,” donna asks, adjusting her head showing what she wants. then she lifts the camera up, ready to take the photo. 

[greenlcntern]

“ wh— ” hal didn’t even know he was being photographed, but hey, look at him. can he blame her? he’s been told on several occasions that he always looks like he just walked out of a perfume ad, after all. “ sure, ” he shrugs, tilting his head as suggested. “ better? ”

[bxastboy-blog]

“Did you say something?” Gar pulls one of his earbuds out, pauses in his pursuits of shoving handfuls of dried cereal into his mouth. Milk is a fools errand, the product of an uncreative mind who doesn’t like their sugar products a little on the dry side. Or someone less lazy than he is right now. 

“And don’t give me that millennials always be on that phone look. Or that that’s disgusting what is he doing look–I know what I’m about.” 

[greenlcntern]

“ that box is going to be full of tiny green hairs now, isn’t it? ” hal sighs the deepest, heaviest of sighs he can possibly muster. we’re talking reaching down for little pockets of hair that haven’t exited his lungs in probably about twenty years. “ thank god i don’t live here. i’ve lived in some shit holes, but i swear to god, every time i show up here, titans tower brings an entire new meaning to the term ‘ frat house. ’ ”

technically speaking, hal is also a millennial, and also always on his phone, so he can’t hate. but apparently that weird voyage into adulthood that happened somewhere around the time he turned thirty has really heightened his standard of living. “ i don’t even remember why i came here now. ” 

[greenlcntern]

text :: open

catwoman: backup in gotham requested to anyone who can provide. please and thank you.

lantern: how did you get this number

lantern: is it like, URGENT urgent or just kind of urgent

lantern: because it's super bowl weekend and these are kind of holy days for me... i have a routine