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Hal was getting ready to take off when he had heard Diana calling for him.
He turned around to face her, taking in her grave expression, her face marked by profound sadness. The Amazonian princess had put on a brave face during the ceremony, looking regal even in mourning but Hal knew her grief ran deeper than the loss of a comrade. Because he had seen that look already, on someone else’s face, the day of Superman’s death. Her affection for Clark hadn’t exactly been the most guarded secret among the League.
He was doubting she would accept it but he still opened his arms discreetly nonetheless, mindful of the curious eyes watching them. Surprisingly, she took the invitation and wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a defeated sigh. She was crushing him but he didn’t have the heart to tell her, simply embracing her in kind, hoping to at least give her some kind of relief.
“You good, princess?” he asked in a whisper when she pulled away, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders still.
A rueful smile appeared on her face when she answered.
“Do not worry about me, Lantern. Worry about yourself, for once.”
Hal wanted to remind her that he wasn’t one of the two people who had lost more than a fellow Leaguer after nearly dying herself but he guessed that with the ass whooping that monstrosity had given him, her own worries were justified. He still tried for one of his signature smirks however, hoping to put her a bit more at ease.
“I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a fond look, squeezing his shoulders one last time before letting go of him completely, taking a step back.
“Since you are clearly leaving to see him, tell Batman I will visit him in a few days.”
Hal stalled and sputtered, eyes widening behind his green mask as he flailed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” he started but was quickly silenced by the unimpressed stare she fixed on him.
“Sure you don’t. Not all of us are as oblivious and naïve as Flash, my friend.”
“Diana…”
What had been happening between Bruce and him…
Hal sighed.
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Summary: Alfred and Hal talk. Or well Alfred talks. Hal listens.
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Hal was waiting for Bruce at the entrance of the manor when he was approached by Alfred.
"Mister Jordan. Lovely to see you,"
"Oh, hey Alfred. I'm just waiting for Bruce. Tim said he would be down soon,"
Alfred's lips turned up in a ghost of a smile, "I'm afraid Master Bruce will be taking a little extra time coming down,"
"Oh?" said Hal, feeling a little confused
"Yes," said Alfred, "I thought that perhaps you would like to take a walk through the gardens with me,"
Oh. Oh. Hal had been waiting for this. Alfred might not be the most traditional definition of a guardian or a parent but he was the man that had raised Bruce and like every other parent in the word he would definitely be giving Hal the 'shove talk'. Bruce had warned him of that much.
Still, it didn't stop Hal from being slightly afraid. Scratch that. Very afraid. Alfred was scary when he wanted to be.
However, there was no way to avoid, He nodded at Alfred and followed him to the gardens beside the manor. They ended up in the flower garden planted by Martha Wayne, the only one Bruce still personally attended to.
There was a bench right beside the rose bushes and Alfred gestured for him to sit down, joining him once he was seated.
"As you know," said Alfred, after a moment's silence, "I have raised Master Bruce since his parents were taken from us. I've watched him grow into many things. First an angry young man, then a driven one, a fighter. I also watched him grow soft and kind and loving. I watched him grow into a father. All these facets of him have always made me proud. Even the dangerous ones, you understand?"
Hal nodded.
"And now?" continued Alfred, "I'm watching him grow into something else, a man in love, in a way that I haven't seen in his previous relationships. Seeing you make him happy makes me glad that you came into each other's lives,"
Hal nodded, feeling relaxed. Maybe it wasn't the conversation that he had expec-
"That said, I know ten different ways to incapacitate a person,"
Okay, it was totally that kind of conversation.
"And that's without a weapon," continued Alfred, "I'm sure you understand Mister Jordan,"
Hal found himself nodding.
"Yes, Sir. I definitely understand,"
"Oh come now," said Alfred, a friendly smile in place, "No need for such formalities. Let's walk back. I'm afraid I might have kept you too long,"
They walk back in silence, Hal sill turning over the older man's words in his head.
They found Bruce waiting for hem just inside the doorway. He smiled at Alfred before taking Hal's arm.
"I hope it wasn't too bad," said Bruce, leaning close to him
Hal smiled, "Nothing more then I had expected,"
"Oh?" said Bruce, raiding an eyebrow
"Yeah," said Hal, "Though I think he wants me to become his son-in-law,"
Bruce laughed and kissed him, "Huh, We'll see about that,"
