dick grayson x green lantern!reader
SUMMARY: after being around space for five years, you finally come back to reunite with your former team, only to find out that the boy you used to make fun of had the biggest glow up ever. ╱ suggestive, reader is a little shit, repost of what i accidentally deleted a while ago, do not expect a part two ˚.✦
Five years. That’s how long you’ve been gone. Patrolling galaxies, keeping order, fighting things that don’t even have names in Earth’s languages. You’d convinced yourself Earth wouldn’t feel familiar anymore, but when you push open the door to the little bar Donna picked for the Titans reunion, there’s something painfully nostalgic about it.
Wally’s the first to spot you, shooting up from his stool with a grin so big it looks cartoonish. “No way! Look who finally decided to come back from space!” He barrels into you with a hug that nearly knocks the breath out of your lungs.
Roy’s right behind him, smirking with his boyish grin you’ve missed at the same time he slaps your shoulder. “Took you long enough, Lantern. Thought you forgot about us.”
“I’d never forget about you, man. Y’know space needed me.”
Donna waves from the booth, regal as ever. Garth gives a little salute with his beer. It’s warm and chaotic, it’s perfect.
And then your eyes fall on the guy sitting at the end of the booth, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his shirt, strong jawline. Hair longer and perfectly styled, legs that go on forever. He looks up at you with piercing blue eyes, and your first thought is, who the hell invited Superman’s model cousin?
You blink, pointing rudely. “Uh. Who’s this?”
The whole table goes quiet, then Roy bursts out laughing so hard he chokes on his drink. Donna rolls her eyes like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Wally leans across the table, grinning wickedly. “You don’t recognize him?”
You stare harder. “Am I supposed to?”
The guy tilts his head, lips curving in the faintest smirk. “Wow. Five years in space and you still can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
That voice is weirdly familiar. Your stomach drops.
“…Dick?”
The table explodes, Roy’s wheezing while Donna’s hiding a smile behind her glass. Wally actually points at you like you’ve just lost a bet.
“Holy shit,” you mutter. “That’s Dick Grayson?”
Because the last time you saw him, he was shorter than you, hair hacked into that tragic little bowl cut, parading around in that ridiculous pixie-boot pantless suit, chirping out corny one-liners like Gotham’s answer to Peter Pan. You lived to roast him. His catchphrases, his hair, his height, nothing was off limits. He’d get all red and sputtery, which only made it funnier.
But this? This isn’t the same kid. This is a man who grew into every inch of himself while you were gone, and now he’s taller than you. Hotter. So much hotter.
Your jaw actually goes slack. “What the fuck happened to you?”
Dick just raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink, not even giving you the satisfaction of a smile. “I grew up. Some of us do that.”
Ouch.
You slide into the booth, still staring at him like he’s an alien. “Don’t get me wrong, you look...” you catch yourself, smirking, “way less tragic than before. But, uh… wow. I leave for five years and suddenly you’re on magazine covers?”
“Not really your business, is it?” he says coolly, turning back to his beer.
That hits you like a slap. You’re used to Dick sputtering when you teased him, snapping back, rising to the bait. But this version of him? He doesn’t bite, doesn’t give you anything.
And suddenly, you want him.
Desperately.
Because nothing makes you hungrier than a challenge. And Dick Grayson, the boy you once mocked mercilessly, just became the man who won’t even look your way. You lean across the table, grin sharp. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re still mad I made fun of your haircut. That was years ago. Ancient history.”
Donna coughs pointedly into her drink, Wally kicks Roy under the table, and you sit back, smirking wider.
You’ve never been good at letting something go, especially when it’s standing right in front of you with broad shoulders and arms that look carved out of marble. So the rest of the night at the bar becomes a mission —not galactic peacekeeping, not saving a planet from collapse— no, this one is personal: win Dick Grayson back.
He’s sitting across from you, arms folded, half-listening to Wally ramble about some speedster escapade. You wait for your moment, leaning forward with that easy, reckless grin you perfected over five years of charming aliens out of blowing your ship up.
“So, Dick…” you drawl, deliberately using the name like a hook, “what’s your workout routine these days? Asking for a friend. And by friend, I mean me. Because,” you wave a hand vaguely at his chest, his arms, his everything, “this didn’t exist before. I would’ve remembered.”
Roy groans. “Oh my god.”
But Donna smirks into her glass, watching. Dick doesn’t even flinch. “Lots of training,” he says evenly, eyes not leaving his drink.
“Mm.” You rest your chin on your hand, studying him. “Well, it paid off. Glow-up of the century. You went from Robin Hood Jr. to…” you pause, biting back a laugh, “okay, actually, you kind of look like if James Bond and a Men’s Health cover had a baby.”
That gets Roy choking on his beer again.
Dick finally looks at you, brows raised. “Is this your way of apologizing for being an ass all those years?”
“Apologizing?” you echo, feigning offense. “I was motivating you. Clearly it worked, you’re welcome.”
The table bursts into laughter, but Dick just shakes his head, smirking despite himself. You see it, the tiniest crack in the armor. And you pounce. You slide out of the booth, slipping into the empty space beside him before he can stop you. He stiffens instantly, but you’re already draping an arm along the back of the booth, leaning in close.
“Don’t look so tense,” you murmur, low enough that only he hears. “I missed you. Even when you were short and tragic.”
His head whips toward you, glare sharp. “You don’t get to say that.”
You grin, unbothered, leaning in closer so your shoulder brushes his. “You’re right. I don’t. Not anymore. Now I just get to say,” your eyes flick down, shameless, “damn, Dick.”
Wally whistles. Roy mutters, “She's insane.”
Dick moves just slightly far from you and that causes you a hard chuckle. “Oh, Dickie, I see I still make you nervous.”
The laugh dies around you like someone cut the power. For a beat you think you misread it, that maybe the room’s heat, the beer and the reunion glow made the moment bigger than it was. Then Dick stands, a clean, clipped motion, the chair whispers back, his shoulders set like stone and the joke you just lobbed slams into something that’s not laughing.
“You always were terrible at reading a room,” he says, voice flat. He doesn’t look at you on his way out, he glances at the rest of the table with an economy of disdain that makes Wally shut up mid-quip.
You do not like being dismissed. You do not like the way his back looks when he leaves, the line of his shoulders pulling away is an insult you refuse to swallow.
“Dick,” you call as you get up, the same half-laugh you’d used when you were trying to make him blush. People are watching, the bar’s hum knitting itself into the space between you two, but it feels irrelevant. You follow him into the hallway where the light is harsher and the music softer.
He’s half through the back door before you catch the handle and push it open. The alley smells like fried food and rain and the city’s tired. It’s quieter, the bar’s laughter is a muffled echo. He leans against the brick, arms crossed, jaw working. When he turns at last, his eyes are hard and cold, very much not the playful glare you remember.
“Hey, what the fuck happened?” You blinked.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?,” he says. “You come back and you treat this like a show. You parade around with cosmic stories and then you parade right through me like I'm a fucking prop.”
“Woah, hey. I just got back, Dick. I don’t know how things have changed, alright? Y’all have been through a lot during these years. I’m just vibing.”
“No, you’re not!” He’s pacing the length of the alley now, hands cutting through the air like knives while his voice ricochets off the brick.
“You don’t get it! You walk in here like some goddamn space cowboy, cracking jokes, flirting with everyone, and then you sit there and objectify me like I’m some… some…”
“Calendar model?” you supply, smug grin sharp as a blade. “Honestly, you’d sell out the second those went to print.”
His head snaps toward you, furious. “Shut the hell up!”
You cross your arms, leaning against the wall, unbothered. “Not my fault you went from pint-sized Peter Pan to Batman’s hottest son. I’m just appreciating the glow-up.”
“You don’t appreciate anything!” he shouts, jabbing a finger at you. “You mock, you provoke, you treat people like toys in your comedy routine. And now you’re doing it to me again. I’m not your punchline anymore. I’m not your damn entertainment!”
“You’re right,” you say, in a deceptively solemn way. “You’re not my punchline. You’re my type.”
That does it. He storms forward so fast you barely register it until you’re pinned against the wall, his hand slamming next to your head with a crack that makes your chest jolt. His face is inches from yours, eyes blazing.
“You are infuriating,” he growls.
“And you’re gorgeous when you’re mad,” you purr, leaning into it, refusing to flinch. “Go on. Tell me more about how much you hate me. Maybe flex a little while you’re at it–”
He cuts you off with his mouth. No warning, just lips crashing into yours, all teeth and fury, stealing the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle. It’s punishment, possession and five years of unspoken tension detonating all at once.
You groan into it, half-laughing, half-dizzy, grabbing his shirt to yank him closer because if he’s going to shut you up, he damn well better commit. His teeth scrape your lip, and you nip back, the kiss turning messy. He tastes like beer and rage. When he finally rips back, almost pushing you against the wall, both of you are breathing hard. His voice is ragged, like he’s regretting kissing you.
“Not. Another. Word.”
You grin, recollecting some of his saliva from your lip with your tongue. “Mmph. Best silencing technique I’ve ever experienced.”
His glare deepens, but his hand is still fisted in your shirt, he’s not ready to let go. “You drive me insane,” he mutters.
“And you kiss like you’re trying to kill me,” you shoot back, smug even through your racing pulse. “I like it.”
He curses under his breath, then crushes his mouth back to yours, rougher, like he’s decided that if he can’t argue with you, he’ll just burn the words out of your throat instead. And God, you let him. Because it feels like war, and you’ve never been more eager to lose.
“You're mean,” he mutters against your mouth, his hands finding your ass to pull you as close as he could.
“I am.” you breath, biting his lip before sliding your tongue deeper in him.
“You treated me like shit when we were young. You practically bullied me.” He kept going, kneading your ass, almost brushing his fingers in your center, but he never really did.
“I did.” You respond breathless, finally feeling all his muscles tight, not letting you go even if you wanted. “But you kiss me like you want me to stay.”
His mouth never leaves yours long enough for air to make sense. Between ragged kisses he drags breath into you like confession and then, impossibly, says it.
“I missed you,” he breathes against your lips, each word a strike. “God, I missed you.”
You freeze for half a heartbeat, the world narrowing to the scrape of his voice and the press of him. Then you laugh and answer with your own foolish honesty pressed to his mouth. “Of course you did. I’m irresistible.”
“Don’t make a fucking joke out of it,” he growls, and it’s not the stern, clipped anger from the alley anymore; it’s something threaded through with ache. He reclaims your mouth like he’s trying to stitch time closed, pressing harder, as if the force of it could erase the five years between you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling at the nape where his hair is softer than you expected. His hands go lower, possessive at your hips, thumbs digging into your waist as if to keep you from floating away. Every movement is an accusation and an apology braided together.
“I don’t want apologies,” he says into the kiss, words muffled, urgent. “I wanted you. Even when you were a fucking bully, I wanted you. Do you know how maddening that was? To hate that I wanted you?”
He doesn't give you time to think about his confession because he starts kissing your neck, sucking skin right there at the alley. You tilt your head back, saying a soft Mmh, as his hands press your sides.
You arch into him, lips parting in a gasp as he grinds closer, and the tension between you explodes into heat. “Fuck, Dick. You really learnt how to kiss these past years.”
He licks your earlobe before going back to your mouth. “Yeah, I had practice.”
You chuckle into his mouth. “You sure did.” You tease, voice breathless, letting your hands roam his back, memorizing every curve, every muscle that’s grown while you were gone.
Dick is acting like a man possessed at this point, hands touching you everywhere over the clothes, wet kissing marking every piece of exposed skin. You force yourself to catch a long breath, tugging his hair in your hands.
“Hey.” You say softly, smirking a little and breathing harshly.
He arches an eyebrow, hands down in your ass and laughs when he understands why you stop. “Really? Fucking Green Lantern wants to take things slow?”
“Oh, no. Don’t be mistaken, Dickie. But we are in the middle of a fucking street in fucking Blüdhaven, with the fucking Titans waiting for us inside.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” You offer him a kind but sarcastic smile.
Dick groans, pressing a forehead to yours, letting the energy between you simmer instead of combusting. “Yeah, we can’t exactly… finish this out here,” he mutters.
You grin, leaning into him just enough to feel the warmth of his chest. His hand slides to yours, fingers intertwining like nothing ever changed. You grin, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand.
“Truce?” you offer, voice teasing but warm.
“For now,” he says, voice low, brushing his lips over your temple in a soft, lingering kiss. “But you owe me, Lantern.”
“Oh, I intend to pay up,” you murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, then glancing down the alley with a smirk. “Let’s just… not tell anyone about the fireworks outside the bar.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, Titans might actually kill us if they saw.”
You take his hand firmly, letting him pull you back toward the bar, walking with a synchronized rhythm, hips brushing, fingers still locked together. There’s laughter now, quiet and easy, the tension easing into something softer. He drops your hand when you two approach the booth and you don't mind it, because you would've done the same.
By the time you slip back inside, the others are mid-conversation, oblivious. Dick slides into the booth beside you. You don't tease him for the rest of the night, you knew he was gonna walk you home, invent any excuse to come up to your hotel room, and there you'd have enough time to tease him about everything.
a/n: luckily i had this saved in my laptop because this was one of my favorite fics that i've ever written
Synopsis: You've got a lot of problems. Firstly, you're Hal Jordan's accident daughter, you're a Green Lantern, you are incapable of understanding that people can care about you, and you have a fear of unknown feelings. Most notably though, Wally West makes you feel strange. And you hate it.
W.C: 7.2k
Tags: Angst ✮, daddy issues, kinda bad dad Hal, arguing, emotionally mature Wally, emotionally immature Reader, planning/threatening to run away, reader is referred to as 'stargirl'
To say you hate it here would be an understatement. You really fucking hate it here. As a matter of fact, you actually can't stand being in Mount Justice surrounded by all these optimistic flesh bags of hope—especially not when your "dad" (if you dare call him that) was here.
Having to be in the presence of this man was somehow more infuriating than listening to your teammates talk about him and how cool and chill he was. He'd never been cool or chill with you! Not in the nine years you'd know him.
Your mother had simply left you there. With a bag and a letter pinned on your top. Hal was running late for work. He hobbled out trying to put his left shoe on. Only to freeze at the sight of a little girl, alone on his doorstep, in the rain.
Looking into your eyes—although red and puffy he'd recognise them from anywhere. How could he forget the shameful mistake he'd made several years ago...
Ever since that unfortunate day, you've been Hal Jordan —the Young Justice team's favourite Green Lantern's problem. For the first few years of your life, you'd been your mother's problem. Most nights you lie awake wishing you'd stayed being her problem. She wasn't perfect, she did abandon you in the rain on the doorstep of a man she hadn't seen in over years, but at least she seemed to have a slight care for you.
Your childhood should've been magical. And sometimes you trick yourself into thinking it was. All those hours you'd spent staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, you'd pretend you were outside—in your garden or on some other planet—star gazing with your dad. The galaxy and sci-fi themed decor of your room confused your child mind into believing all those hours spent jumping around your room—alone—with a plastic spaceship in hand, were real galactic adventures with him.
You wish you could say that those days of hopeless wishing were gone, but even now—at your grown age you find yourself staring at the glow-in-the-dark stickers Wally had insisted you needed, wishing that one day maybe those dreams of stargazing could happen. The crinkled posters sitting on your desk waiting to be put up taunt you. Wally found them shoved into a box and told you they were cool. After he'd made fun of you for being such a space nerd. He said they add something to your room. Your room at Mount Justice held a closer resemblance to a safe house rather than a teen girl's bedroom. Maybe it was the underlying desire to leave and never look back. The fear that if you tried to settle, fit in and find your place in this world you would suddenly realise not a single person actually cared for you.
The Young Justice team had already been formed. The JL had decided that you would join the team once you returned from your space oddity. You weren't thrilled to hear the news. You returned from your trip only to be met by your dad—waiting to drop some news on you.
"What?" You asked. Your shoulders were tensed. You were sore and tired and he was the last person you wanted to see right now.
"I've got something to tell you." He frowned a little at your lack of enthusiasm.
"I can tell." You deadpanned.
He sighed. "The Justice League has formed a new team. It consists of their students."
"No."
"What do you mean no?" He squinted.
"I'm not joining your team." He called out your name.
"Your already set to join the team. It'll be good for you."
"Good for me to miss more school than I already am?" Your voice raised.
"You're joining the team! They're expecting us right now." He raised his voice right back.
You scowled, but piped down. Your arms were crossed as you trailed behind him. You glared at him the whole time.
"Behave," Hal gave you a pointed look through the mask.
Your rolled your eyes and continued walking towards the closed doors. There was muffled voices behind the door.
"Please?" Hal pleaded. He opened the doors. Your vision was filled with colourful costumes and stupid smiles.
"Green Lantern, how nice of you to join us." Batman commented sarcastically. He looked to the clock wall. Ten minutes late—they better get used to it with you.
"Sorry, got held up with her mission." Hal laughed.
"These are the members of the League," He gestured to the adults in the room. "And these are your teammates." He gestured to the teens. Most of them sat down.
One of them got up and walked towards you.
"I'm Robin, team leader." He reached his hand out to shake.
You stared at his hand for a moment before feeling a nudge beside you. You uncrossed your arms and shook his hand.
"Green Lantern." You said bluntly.
Robin introduced you to the rest of the team. You looked at each of them boredly. You could hear Hal sighing behind you. You might not have been looking at him but you could see him pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Are we done?" You asked.
Hal called out your name tiredly.
"You know how I am. Should've given your team a heads up." You left the room abruptly.
"I'm sorry, she's just cranky from her mission." Hal apologised to the League.
"She's not what I expected..." Dick muttered.
"Let's hope when she settles in she'll be more willing to work with us and her team." Diana sighed.
"Can someone please make sure she finds her room?" Dinah asked the Young Justice team.
"Go help her out." Barry gave Wally a gentle shove.
You eventually found the empty bedroom. You dropped onto the bed assuming the empty room was yours. Your bags were thrown into a corner beside some boxes. There was a welcome card on your nightstand—probably from one of the girls. You didn't care to read it though. Rapid knocks on your door had you groaning and slipping off the bed. You swung the door open expecting Hal but were met with a smiling ginger boy.
"Hey!" He greeted with a toothy grin.
"Hi."
"Black Carnay asked me to make sure you found your room and got settled in—"
"I'm settled just fine."
"Okay! Can I see your room? You can come see my room if you want!" He beamed. You squinted your eyes as if you were being blinded by his energy.
"I'm Kid Flash—you can call me Wally." He pointed a thumb at himself.
"You should see Zatanna's room, she does magic! Don't go into Roy's room—it's always messy."
You don't know how but at some point he ended up in your room. Sat on the edge of your bed, talking your ear off. You stood with your arms crossed staring at the boy.
"I know you said you were settled in just fine, but you haven't even opened your bags?" He pointed at the corner of bags and boxes.
"I'll do it eventually." You sighed.
"Here let me help you!" Before you could blink he was already on the floor opening your boxes.
He started to unpack the boxes, commenting on ever single thing he pulled out. You hadn't packed the boxes—Hal did. The boxes were filled with stuff from your bedroom at Hal's house. Space posters, a telescope, a man on the moon lamp you'd begged him for, and more.
"So have you always been a space nerd? Or was it just when you became a Green Lantern?" Wally asked.
"I've always liked space. Growing up with a Lantern kinda made it that way." Wally lit up at your addition to the conversation. It was the most he'd heard you talk.
"You know, my uncle and your dad are like best friends! Which means we're going to be good friends!" You laughed at his juvenile thought process.
You didn't notice the dreamy look on his face as you laughed at him.
"Hey, you should put these up over your bed!" He pulled out a pack of glow-in-the-dark stars. You remember Hal buying you some. You'd stacked books and whatnot onto your bed because you couldn't reach the ceiling.
"I'll put them up later."
"I'll put them up for you." He was already stood on your bed sticking the stars to the ceiling before you could protest.
"Thanks."
"No problem, stargirl. It's what friends are for!" You nearly gagged at the response.
Some time had passed. The team had gone on several missions and spent days training together. But after all of this their toughest challenge yet was trying to get you to spend time with them. You were cooperative on missions but you would train on your own (unless Diana forced you to train with everyone else). The one thing they couldn't overcome; you wouldn't hangout with them. Just as yourself. You were simply Green Lantern to them. They'd tried to get you to go to the arcade with them. As usual, you said no and retreated to your room.
"She smiled during training, I thought for sure she'd agree to go out today." M'gann frowned while putting her shoes on.
"Think you all just need to accept that she doesn't like us." Roy piped up.
"Don't say that, we're a team. She works just fine with us on missions." Dick responded. "I just don't get how she'll work fine with us out on the field but refused any other interaction with us."
"Hey, Wally! You coming with us to the arcade?" Artemis called out.
"Nah, I'm beat after that training." He grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and headed off.
"Did he hit his head on training?" Artemis asked.
"I think she possed him." Roy whispered.
You were sat at your desk reading a book. Boxes still sit in the corner of your room, but some posters had been put up, your man on the moon lamp was on your nightstand, there was stationery on your desk and some clothes in the closet. You still hadn't fully settled in though.
"Hey stargirl!" Wally kicked your door open and flopped onto your bed.
You took the headphones off one ear and spun your chair around to see him sprawled out comfortably with a pile of snacks. Some of your favourites in the mix. You still didn't know how he kept finding out things about you. Sometimes you did let your guard down around him, letting bits of info about your personal life slip out.
"Do you wanna play something?" He asked.
You marked your page with a bookmark before pausing your music and pulling your headphones around your neck.
"What do you wanna play?"
"Hmm," He contemplated. "Oh! Have you ever played heads up?"
"No."
"Hold on, let me download it."
A couple hours flew by. You played several different games and ran through the snacks. At some point you shifted from the desk to the opposite end of the bed.
"We should play 20 questions." He suggested.
"Sure." Your answer was hesitant, but you didn't realise. You fidgeted with your sleeves as he stared at you, thinking of his questions.
"Alright, what's your favourite subject?"
"Physics."
"Really?" His voice pitched higher. "Suppose that makes sense, space and stuff." He laughed.
"Uhm, what's your favourite planet?"
"Venus."
The questions went on. Wally asked all sorts; stuff about school, space, your personal preferences on random things. You then made it to the last 5 questions.
"Have you had your first kiss yet?"
"No." Your cheeks felt warm at the question. You cleared your throat to signal to Wally to move on.
"Wait, so you've never had a boyfriend or anything?" He was so surprised by your answer.
"No. You've got three questions left." You replied quickly. Your cheeks kept heating up and you hated it.
"What? That's not fair!" He protested. "I was just—suprised that you've never dated! I mean you're—beautiful." He choked a little before the compliment.
You stared at eachother for a moment. His face went a little red and your face wouldn't stop getting hot. Your heart was beating faster than usual. You swallowed the urges creeping up your throat and took a deep breath.
"You've got three questions left." You said softly.
"Uhm—uh have you ever had a crush on someone?"
"—I-I don't think so?"
He laughed. "What do you mean? And that's doesn't count as a question!"
"I don't know. I just—how am I supposed to be sure?"
"I think you just know." He said with a smile.
The staring and hot feeling came back for another moment. You couldn't help staring into his eyes, but at the same time you felt uncomfortable.
"One question."
"I have two questions left! That didn't count."
"Yes it did, ask me the last question."
"Fine," He looked around your room to try get inspiration. "What would you do if you weren't a Green Lantern?"
"Leave."
"Huh?"
"I'd leave. I'd move somewhere for college, leave all this behind." You gestured to your ring and out the window to the surroundings of headquarters.
"What would you study?" You'd never had someone ask you about yourself—only about your ring or your dad—with genuine interest. You and your interests weren't what people wanted to know about.
"I want to be a scientist. I really wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger." You laughed at yourself. "I'd like to study the universe in more depth. I don't really get the time to do that when on missions."
"Of course you do, stargirl." Unlike the first time he was he in room, you caught the dreamy look I'm his eyes.
The sound of chatter brought you back to reality. The rest of the team had returned. The realisation that you've done it again washed over you. You'd spilt out more information about yourself again. You've been so good at keeping to yourself when it came to the League and the other Lanterns. Something about Wally made it so easy to just talk.
"I think I'm going to get ready for bed." You began looking for your pyjamas, silently signalling for him to leave.
"Oh, goodnight then."
Fury boiled in your veins. Hal was getting on your nerves again. It's not rare for him to get on you about your mistakes and bad behaviour. But that's all he does. He points it out and you argue. Suggestions are never made on how to change for the better, and reasonable conversations are never had. Just screaming. And crying behind closed doors.
That's what was happening. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom, sobbing. Post-mission exhaustion and the guilt of messing up didn't pair well with speaking to your dad. He did try to have a level headed conversation with you—but you didn't feel like having one. You tried to walk away and just resulted in voices being raised.
Your throat hurt and your head ached. Instead of training or studying or doing anything useful—here you are—sat on your floor crying like a kid.
"Stargirl?" A quiet voice asked on the other side of the wall.
"What?" Your voice cracked.
"Can I come in?" Wally's words came out slowly. He was carefully deciding what to say, not word vomiting like usual.
You sat rigid for a minute. Your tear-soaked hands paused where they were wiping your cheeks. Heat filled your bones but you couldn't tell the difference between the anger your dad made you feel and whatever showed up when Wally was around.
"N–no! Go away." You choked on a sob.
You didn't want to be seen like this. Not by anyone. Especially Wally. You don't want to be weak in front of others. You can barely stand being weak in front of yourself. The glow of the stupid stars he had stuck up highlighted the tears on your hands. Your face too, but your mirror was flipped around so you couldn't see.
"Then," He sat down with his back against the door. "Can I stay?"
The sight of him leaned against the door. A sad frown on his face. Paired with brows furrowed from concern. The image filled your mind and it stabbed your heart. No matter how much time passes, and all the things you go through with him and the team—you can't bring yourself to understand why he wastes his time on you. Part of you knew why—but you didn't understand—or believe it to be true. You inhaled a shaky breath and stood up. You quickly wipe your face before opening the door. Wally grabbed onto the door frame to hold himself up. He tilted his head up to stare at you from the floor.
"Get up." You nodded your head. "You look stupid."
He stood instantly—about to ask if you were okay, but you just turned and sat on your bed. Door left open. An invitation no one but him had ever received. And he didn't let the invite float alone. He took it immediately. Stepping inside your space and closing the door behind him. Wally cautiously moved closer and took a seat on the edge of your bed. Your room was dark. Beside the stars on your ceiling. Curtains drawn and lights off. As he debated what to say or if to say anything at all, he studied your room. Like he did every time he invaded your space. More posters had been put up. Your desk was cluttered with books and stationery. A few trinkets are scattered across the surfaces in your room. A CD player was plugged in under your desk, and it's worn stickers are peeling off. Three CD cases were piled beside it.
Wally smiled softly. You were actually settling in. Slowly—but it was happening.
"Wanna talk about it?" His voice was gentle. Not in a baby way but a sweet way.
You tugged on your sleeves. You were curled into yourself. You sniffled and looked anywhere but at him. Well, you tried to look anywhere but him, yet your eyes kept flickering back to his green eyes. It was self-torture. Looking away and looking back just to get scared by the sincerity in his eyes.
"...Got into a fight with Hal..." Wally barely picked up what you said.
He stayed silent. You took a deep breath and gave him a quick look.
"I—" You bit your lip as you searched for your words. "I messed up."
It physically pained you to say it. To be so vulnerable and Wally knew that. He also knows this conversation could've never happened months ago.
"I got—I uhm—" You hiccuped.
Wally's hand grazed your hand. It flinched at the feeling of his skin but you didn't retract from him. You went quiet and still. His hand slowly intertwined with yours. His grip was loose but grounding. You were free to let go. But he was there and letting you know he would always be there.
"I don't know." Those were the words you settled on.
The same as always. Anytime your conversations got uncomfortable (vulnerable) you chose those words. They were a reflex at this point. When your teachers would ask why you were falling asleep in class—"I don't know". When your friends worried over your bruised and bandaged body—"I don't know". When Hal would beg you to tell him why you weren't focused on the mission—"I don't know". And whenever Wally would question your emotions. When he would find his way beyond the walls you had built and convince you to let the ice around your heart melt.
"Are you sure?" You stared at him in disbelief.
"I think you do know." His thumb brushed across your knuckles. "Your smart, stargirl."
If the conversation weren't so serious and there weren't tears in your eyes, he would've laughed at your dropped jaw.
"—I-I don't know how to explain it."
"Try, please?"
If Hal had spoken to you like this you would've taken it the wrong way. You would've stated another screaming match. Something about Wally made it different. And that you honestly didn't know. You didn't know what this was. And you hated it. You hated the unknown. It was scary.
"I want a normal life."
That was the most honest thing Wally's ever heard from you. It's the most honest thing you've ever heard from yourself.
"I don't want this responsibility." Your ring glowed dimly in the dark.
"I don't want to miss school. I don't want to miss hangouts with my friends. I don't want to upset people," You bottom lip wobbled. "But that's all I seem to do."
Wally's eyes stung at the sound of your voice wavering.
"I don't know why he doesn't like me. I don't understand why he kept me."
At this point you'd broken into sobs again. You did everything you could hold the sobs back but they and the tears escaped you. Wally held onto your hand. His grip got tighter. He tried to ground you without overstepping.
You continued to cry. To pour your heart out to Wally. Vulnerability coursed through your body but it felt like bacteria. Unfamiliar—dangerous even. Something that shouldn't be there. Something that needs to be removed—and that's when you shot up from leaning on his shoulder. A wet patch stained his top. The conversation had brought you two closer. Mentally and physically. But your fear was about to unravel to strings of faith Wally had worked so hard to tie together.
"What? You okay?" Wally's voice was groggy.
Your eyes were bleary. Your body was warm and your lips were chapped. Your room was brighter. A small amount of sunlight beamed through your closed curtains. You had fallen asleep. From your position beside him and the indentation on his clothes, you could tell you fell asleep curled into him.
You cleared your throat. "Sorry." Your voice was raw and it hurt to say that one word.
"For what? What time is it?"
"You should go." You shuffled away from him.
"Star—"
"Please go." Your voice was broken but demanding.
With a sad look, he stood up from your bed. His fingers slipped from the spaces between yours. He exited the room but not before saying,
"Thanks for talking."
His tone was sincere, gentle, and kind. It was everything beautiful. It was light.
Wally West, is your teammate. The closest thing to being your friend and yet so far from it. Ever since the day you arrived—all moody about it—he's been persistent in getting to know you, in becoming someone to you. It was scary. It sounds silly to say. He'd never done anything that would typically make people scared. But he was just so nice, and his presence was warm. You found yourself relaxing, settling. Your piece was finding its way in the puzzle we call life. You thought that would've made you happy. It just scared you though. You thought when you found your place and your people you wouldn't have this ache in your body. Every time he'd get too close—nearly persuade you to join the team hangouts, have you accidentally pour your heart to him—you'd get a new kind of ache. An unfamiliar aching in your heart. And it scared you because you didn't understand it.
This fear is what led to today's events. It's what wound Wally unconscious in the Med Bay, your dad yelling at you for compromising the mission, and an ache you hadn't felt in a long time resurfacing.
You hadn't spoken since that night. Well, you hadn't spoken since that night. It was like you had just joined the team. Your relationship had gone back to square one. Wally would greet you with a small smile and you would respond with a nod. Only now there was an underlying guilt and fear. You would nod with hesitancy. He realised he wasn't welcome to barge into your room anymore. The invitation had been revoked.
"What happened?" Dick enquired.
They were waiting for a video game to load. Almost the entire team was in the room. All doing their individual things, but pausing the hear what Wally would say.
"What do you mean?" Wally let out a nervous and dead-sounding laugh.
"You and her. Something changed—we can all tell." Artemis piped up, she was sitting on the floor fixing her bow.
"Yeah, she's gone all cold again. Even to you." Dick added.
Wally's heart stopped for a split second. He didn't want to air out your private conversations. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
"Nothing." He scratched the back of his neck and avoided his friends' gazes. "She's probably just tired. The Lanterns have had her busy lately!"
"You go out with us now." Conner implored from across the room. "You stopped going out so you could spend more time with her."
"Alright Conner, no need to announce my life to everyone here!" Wally snapped.
"Did you guys fight?" M'gann wondered.
The room went still and turned to Wally.
"No?" His voice was weak.
You hadn't fought. But you didn't seem happy with him.
"No?" Dick repeated.
"Uh—we didn't argue—we just—" Had a very serious conversation where she opened up more than she's ever before and I'm so proud of her for that but then she shut me out and I don't understand why. "She's tired that's all." He concluded in a faltering tone.
Dick stared at him. He was breaking him down and reading him like a book with a stare. And Wally now started to feel guilty. Your flickering glances appeared in the forefront of his mind. Did he make you uncomfortable? Did he overstep? Waves of guilt crashed over him and he suddenly had no interest in his new video game.
"I'm actually not feeling great," He set his controller aside and stood up from the couch. "You can play if you want Conner."
He left the room in a brooding state. And Dick could tell. He was very familiar with brooding people after all. He wanted to go after him—he's his best friend. But what would he say? How does he comfort Wally if he doesn't understand you? He can't assure him that everything will be alright. He didn't know what had happened and it didn't seem like Wally knew either. How can he help if he has no evidence to study? All Dick did was shut down the console and retreat to his room.
Training had been going horribly. You couldn't keep it together. You were impossible to work with. Everyone tried and no one succeeded. Wally was their only hope to get you back to being cooperative before the big mission—but you wouldn't even look at him.
"We need to talk." Hal said from the door of the training room.
It was just you in there. Letting out your frustrations on the poor punching bag.
"About what?" You droned.
Hal sighed hearing your voice. You sounded exhausted. You looked exhausted. There were dark circles under your eyes.
"You aren't cooperating with the team anymore." You threw a punch and struck the bag. "Why's that?"
The echo of the punch lingered as you looked up at him.
"Why do you care?" Your voice was barley above a whisper but you were clearly snarling.
"I'm your mentor and your—" You threw another hard punch. Harder than the last.
"Oh shut up Hal!" You threw your gloves off and marched up to the door.
"Don't!" He blocked the door. "We need to talk. The upcoming mission is important. You can't be this off key with your team."
Your face was drooping. A solemn expression dressed it.
"I've managed so long on my own. And they've managed so long without my cooperation." You shoved through his arm blocking your path.
"They'll be fine." You stormed down the hallway.
Hal watched you disappear. He ran a hand down his face and braced himself against the doorframe.
"Please stay safe."
The mission was going great. That's what you would say if you were a pathological liar. It was going horribly. You'd all gotten separated. Yet somehow you and Wally found your way to eachother. The monster of a villain you were trying to stop was currently rampaging through his lair. You and Wally were hidden behind a large beam trying to come up with a plan or something.
"I can build a construct—"
"Are you mad at me?" Wally blurted out.
"What?" Your eyes were wide.
"I know this isn't the most conventional time to talk but you've been avoiding me and I think you're scared—"
"W–what? No I'm not!" You started to raise your voice but remembered you were hiding.
"You keep avoiding things, stargirl. You avoid me, the team, your dad—"
"Don't you dare go there!" You grabbed the collar of his suit. Your voice raised too loud before you could stop it.
"You don't get to go there! You don't know what you're talking about!" Your eyes were stinging and your face was hot.
"It's the only reason I can think of! Why would you avoid unless you were scared?" Wally was pleading with you to reason with him.
"Just because I said a few things to you doesn't mean you know me. You don't! You don't understand me—so don't act like it!" You fists were shaking.
Your yells covered up the sound of the creature you were hiding from approaching. Its large fist crashed into the pillar. Debris went flying. Crashing against the walls of the fortress. Particles dirtied your costume. Blood dripped past your eyes. It wasn't yours. Wally reacted within seconds. He had pulled you closer to him and shielded you from the debris. While you were both stunned the monster grabbed Wally. He was trapped in the thing's fist. He squirmed and wheezed. His body felt crushed by the monster's grip.
"Put him down!" You shot a beam of green at the monster's eye.
The creature groaned and threw Wally out of his grip. He was sent flying into the wall across from you. The impact caused cracks to form. You watched in horror as the cracks spread. The monster cried in pain in the background, Wally lay unconscious on the ground with blood dripping from his head. You stood frozen watching the cracks crawl up the ceiling. More debris was flying. Not from a pillar. The ceiling was coming down on top of you both. You ran to Wally, skidding onto your knees and forming a construct around the two of you. You shielded him with the construct and your body.
"Oh shit..." You muttered as the debris weighed down on your construct.
You would only be able to hold it up for so long. You could only hope the rest of the team was okay and that someone would show up and get you both out of the mess you made. As you helplessly watched the blood seep from Wally's body guilt began to drown you. Why do you do this?
"...I don't want to upset people,' Your bottom lip wobbled. 'But that's all I seem to do.'."
A strangled cry escaped your lungs. Dust replaced it. The diet and dust from debris escaped into your construct. You fell into a coughing fit. Your vision started to blur. You couldn't tell if it was dust in your eyes or if you were about to pass out.
"Kid Flash!" You think that was Robin's voice.
The weight was getting lighter, probably Conner. But you couldn't bare it and the dust in your lungs any longer. Everything went dark.
The Med Bay smelled of chemicals and quiet beeps of monitors filled the air. Your body felt stale. Your lungs felt dusty and old, like they belonged to a smoker not you. With a groan, you sat up in the cot. Your ring was glowing dimly in the dark room, the only source of light aside from the lowering moon. The oxygen mask on your face felt suffocating. You pulled it off and stood up, ripping the curtains to the side. The metal screeched. The Med Bay appeared empty—until you spotted drawn curtains with faint voices behind them.
"He's going to be okay Iris."
You recognised that voice as the Flash; Barry Allen. You had never met Iris but you'd heard of her through Wally. And you know how much she meant to him, and he to her. You felt responsible for this. Wally's injuries, Iris' worry, and Barry's stress. You felt responsible for it all. The weight felt heavier than the rubble you were previously trapped under. Part of you desperately wanted to see him. Maybe hold him and repeat the sweet nothings he would whisper to you. But you didn't, instead, you silently left the Med Bay.
You stood in the kitchen, a glass in hand as you filled it from the tap. You only got one gulp before you heard him.
"What the hell was that?" His voice wasn't raised but you knew this conversation would end up loud.
You set the glass down with an aggressive thud. Barry must've told him you were awake. Your mind thought of the conversations and arguments you've had with Hal and Wally. Thinking about Wally made you think about his accusation; that you were avoiding. Not just him, but your dad and the team too. Hal was going on about the mission, your mistakes, and begging you to turn around—to say something.
"Why did you keep me?"
"Sorry?" Hal was truly bewildered by your question.
You turned to face him. "Why did you bother keeping me?"
"Your my daughter—"
"Well, you don't act like it!" Your fists clenched at your sides.
"This isn't about me and us, it's about—" Hal backtracked.
"It is about you and us though! Everything is!" Tears began to pool the corners of your eyes.
"Dad, I'm tired. I'm so tired of this." You gestured to the building and yourselves with your ring hand. "I just want a normal life,"
Hal took a cautious step foward. His mouth opened to speak but your words tumbled out first.
"With a proper family."
"I don't remember what she looks like. I barley see you—and when I do, we yell and I run and I cry. Alone. My friends hate me because I can't respond to messages—I miss hangouts and give terrible excuses. My teachers look at me the same way they look a kids with deadbeat parents. Cause you're never there! You miss meetings—you—you forget to pick me up..."
You choked on a sob in the middle of your tangent. Everything was coming out all at once. Just like it did with Wally.
"I don't know when the last time I made you proud was. I don't know if I ever have." You sniffled as your bottom lip quivered.
"I know I'm a problem—"
"You're not a problem." Hal interjected.
"—but I am! And everyone knows it, everyone acts like it. I can't understand myself! I don't know how to be the way people want me to be!" You took a shaky breath as hot tears fell from your eyes.
"I shouldn't have joined this team—I should never have sworn that oath! You shouldn't have kept me!" You angrily wipe your teary face.
Hal was broken at the sight of you. He knew he wasn't the best dad, but he thought he was better than this. He never thought he would be the father to upset his kid the way he has you. He never for a moment thought he would be the root of his kid's problems. Every issue you had, or caused, all seemed to stem from your childhood. The improper childhood he gave you. Due to his lack of presence up until you became a Green Lantern. As you ran out of the kitchen all your moments together flashed before him. He couldn't think of a time before you were a Lantern—minus the day you showed up on his doorstep. He ran a hand down his tired face and sighed. He fucked up bad.
You knew you shouldn't have. You knew from the start this wouldnt work—wouldn't last. It's why you constantly put off unpacking. Your boxes and bags were still half packed. You shoved your essentials into the bags. Clothes, hygiene products, bandages...as you sorted through your nightstand drawer you found a polaroid. It was you and Wally. The picture was taken one of those nights he ditched team hangouts to sit around your room. He didn't know who the camera belonged to but he found it and wanted to take a picture. He took two, kept one for himself and left the other behind for you. You sniffled as you stared at the picture. You were smiling. It was smaller than his, but bigger than the usual practiced one you used. It was genuine.
"Stargirl!" Your bedroom door banged open.
You snapped your head up. Wally was dressed in comfy clothes provided by his auntie. Bandages were wrapped around his head. There was some red blotches on the white material. A bruise peeked out from underneath. You winced at the sight.
"What are you doing?"
You stood up, shoving the polaroid into your pocket and walked over to your bag. You knelt down and threw your CDs into the bag before zipping it up.
"What I should've done from the start."
"You're not leaving, are you?" You felt immense guilt from his cracking voice. "You can't!"
"What's the point of staying? No one wants me here—look what I've done!" You screamed.
Your lips began to quiver again. Your face felt hot and you know the moonlight was highlighting the tears on your cheeks.
"I want you here, stargirl!"
"You want to have a Green Lantern! Trust me, there's better ones out there!" You swung your bag over your shoulder and began to walk out the door, but he stopped you.
"But they're not you! I don't want a Green Lantern if they're not you!" He gripped your shoulders.
"Why would you want me here if my own family doesn't even want me? He doesn't care about me—"
"I do!" Wally cried. "I care about you—you're so important to me." Tears began to run down his face.
"I know your life is complicated and you see yourself as complicated—"
"I am." You turned your head away from him.
"—and that's fine!" A hand slid up your neck, resting on your jaw and guiding you to look at him.
"But just stay, and be complicated with me." He pleaded through sobs.
Wally cared about you more than anyone. He loved you and all your flaws—even if they hurt him. He loved it when you let him in even if that meant you would push him away later. He wants to be there for you. He wants to help you overcome your problems and figure yourself out. He wants to be there when you are scared and when you aren't.
"Let me figure you out, please?"
You broke down into a sobbing mess. You hiccuped and sniffled. Wally felt your body shake beneath his hands. He took a slow step foward and pulled you in. You cried into his shoulder as his hands rested on your back and neck.
"I'm sorry! I—I know I'm difficult, and I pushed you away. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I just—I don't know what to do..." Your hands clawed at his shirt, trying to ground yourself.
"I'm sorry for yelling—and getting you hurt."
"That wasn't your fault. You saved me, stargirl." Wally whispered.
"I'm sorry for pushing. I shouldn't have brought it up on the mission, and I shouldn't have called you out like that."
"No," You pulled away from his embrace to look at him. "I needed to hear it."
Wally slid the bag off your shoulder, letting it drop to the floor. You used the sleeve of your jumper to wipe the tears off his face. Careful to not irritate any injuries.
"Wanna go star gazing?"
"Wally, the sun's starting to rise." You pointed at your window.
"You can still see a couple," He took your hand in his. "You can tell me about the constellations and I'll try find them."
He gently pulled you out your bedroom doorway and headed for an exit.
The early morning breeze felt nice against your warm cheeks. You took a deep inhale when you stepped outside. The two of you lay down and stared up at the sky. The deep midnight colours were fading away as the orange and pink hues took over. A sliver of the perfect sky blue peeked over the horizon, following the rising sun. Wally was right, you could still see a few stars in the darker parts of the sky.
"So, Venus is your favourite planet, what's your favourite constellation?" You turned your head over to find him already looking at you.
"Perseus and Andromeda," You answered and turned back to gaze at the stars.
"You can see them in the northern hemisphere most of the year. Perseus and Andromeda are both Greek Mythology figures. Perseus was returning from killing Medusa when he saw Andromeda chained to a seaside rock. She had been chained up by her parents King Cephus and Queen Cassiopeia, as Poseidon had sent the seat monster Cetus to destroy their kingdom as punishment for boasting about how beautiful Andromeda was. An oracle told them to sacrifice their daughter."
You turned back to find Wally still staring and listening internally.
"Perseus saved Andromeda and killed Cetus. Then he asked to marry her, but she's was already promised to her uncle Phineus. So Perseus killed him too, and they got married."
Wally had that lovesick look on his face again. If Dick or Roy ever saw that look on his face they would be howling laughing. He looked helplessly in love, a little pathetic. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
"You're such a nerd, stargirl."
"You're the one who asks." You scoffed.
"I like listening to your voice." He admitted.
You sighed. The morning breeze, the pastel colours that bled through the sky, his hand in yours—it was perfect. You didn't fully understand it all. And that was okay. You were okay.
It was common knowledge that the ring chose it's user. You never understood why the ring chose you though.
"Perhaps the ring knew you needed it. That you needed to feel purpose—guidance."
That's what the other Lanterns would say.
Whatever the case may be, you find yourself feeling glad for the ring. It's strange, something you once hated, made many futile attempts to rid of it, now feels precious. It felt right on your finger. Not like an abandoned ring—fitted for someone else and forced onto your hand—it felt like it was yours. And you're happy that it's yours. Without the ring you would've never ended up here; gazing at the stars with someone so special.
A/N: I think I'm getting better at angst. Don't know how to write fight scenes though... THIS BETTER NOT FLOP I WANNA MAKE IT A SERIES!
Pairing: Young Justice x Fem!Green Lantern!Reader, Green Lanterns x Reader
Summary: As one of the many Green Lanterns assigned to Earth's sector, you've found solace among the World's Finest, and ttheir sidekicks :)
CW: Swearing, mean jokes, FARRRR to many sex jokes (all accredited to my hispanic best friend), one mention of body-shaming, use of Y/N
Word Count: 0.88k
Meet my Green Lantern!Reader
Original concept but received ideas from anons. Inspired by babygirl @lucylockets
A/N: No cuz why is Jessica Cruz such a baddie like come here girl. also im not american idk what hooters is like i went off the request SOZ-
The Watchtower cafeteria always buzzed, heroes from every corner of the galaxy swapping mission reports and complaining about burnt coffee or mundane things about their lives. You however, were sitting in your usual seat near the window, leg bouncing, iPad open with your physics homework on-screen.
Barry had offered to help.
Bad idea.
“Okay,” you said, squinting. “So if I multiply acceleration due to gravity by the mass-”
Barry, looking far too confident, cut in, “That’s easy! You just divide”
You stared at him. “You're not helping bruh.”
You both spiraled into scientific chaos, laughing so hard when Barry spilled his CC Jitters that Hal had to walk over and confiscate your notebook like a teacher catching two students off-task.
“Y/N,” Hal said, holding your notes upside down, “you’ve drawn a power construct of a banana duct-taped to Einstein’s face. Why?”
“Creative expression Hal,” you said simply, leaning back in your chair. “It represents my suffering.”
Hal pinched the bridge of his nose, but you caught the smirk he tried to hide.
You were creative—like, really creative—with your constructs. While most Lanterns made shields, fortified barriers, or middle fingers like Guy for some reason you made stories.
On patrols, you shaped your light into glowing origami birds that fluttered around your head. On missions, you’d summon massive mechanical dragons or entire walls of graffiti art that read “WE GOT THIS.”
That being said, your closeness to the other Lanterns came naturally.
Hal treated you like a chaotic little sister who was too clever for her own good. He’d fly by your training sessions on Oa, pretending to scold you, but then secretly record your constructs to show the rookies.
Guy? You’d trade roasts like professional comedians. Once, he told you your uniform looked “like a glow stick with an ego,” and you responded by crafting a massive Guy Gardner bobblehead that nodded aggressively whenever he spoke.
Kyle took you under his wing, teaching you how to channel emotions into your constructs, while Jessica became your grounding force, her calm energy balancing your storm. You’d do coffee runs together, gossip about intergalactic drama, and draw doodles on your mission reports.
The Corps adored you. Earth adored you.
And the League… couldn’t get enough of you.
Of course, your double life added a touch of drama.
You also worked part-time at Hooters, and you had to rush over to the Watch Tower and you didn't have time to change.
Your ring started blinking later that day. Hal raised an eyebrow as the glow dimmed.
“Don’t tell me you forgot to charge it,” he said.
“Uh… maybe?”
You, and the rest of the team were getting talked to by Batman, and because the world can't seem to give you a break, your ring powered down mid-Watchtower shift, you just so happened to be in your shorts and white tank uniform, complimented by your High Top Jordan Air 1's, in Triple White.
The silence that followed could’ve shattered glass.
Clark's jaw dropped.
Diana covered her mouth to hide her smile.
Hal choked on his coffee.
And Oliver just said, “Well, that explains the wings.”
You threw your hands up, exasperated.
“Fucking- give me a break yo! Don’t blame a girl for working!”
Barry, laughing so hard his face blurred, barely managed to wheeze out, “So—you’re telling me—Earth’s Green Lantern works at Hooters?”
“Yes, I work at Hooters bro,” you said flatly, folding your arms. “Gotta pay for my physics textbooks somehow.”
"I love the entrepreneurial spirit sweetie." Dinah said.
The entire Watchtower broke into laughter, and you stood there, hands on hips, cheeks glowing green and pink from embarrassment and your flickering ring.
Then came lunch.
You, Jaime, Cassie, Tim, Kon, and Bart—loud, messy, and borderline ungovernable.
You balanced a tray of food in one hand, hair still half-singed from the last mission. Cassie waved you over; Tim was already scrolling through mission reports while Bart tried to stack fries into a leaning tower. Kon just looked like he was questioning his life choices.
“Y/N” Bart grinned. “Tell Cassie her flight form looks like a kite on Red Bull.”
You dropped into a seat beside them. “B, your running form looks like a Looney Tunes sketch. Sit down.”
Cassie fist-bumped you, grinning. It was always like this with them — Young Justice energy, loud and brilliant and stupid all at once. You loved it.
You were mid-bite into a shrimp when Jaime smirked. “You good there, amor? You’ve been chewing that thing for an hour.”
You grinned. "You jealous right now? ’Cause I’m eating shrimp bigger than you.”
He choked on his drink, eyes wide, before bursting out laughing. “This is the first time I’ve eaten fresh fish in our relationship!”
You lost it. Like, tears-streaming, table-slapping laughter. Your laugh—bright, contagious, and impossible to ignore—rippled through the cafeteria. Soon the others joined in, all of you wheezing as you tried to breathe.
Jaime clutched his stomach. “Pinche pansa de menudo!”
“Don’t body shame me, Reyes,” you gasped between giggles, “I’m dying over here.”
It was one of those rare moments where the world felt very light. Where you weren’t just the protector of Earth—you were a member for an intergalactic space force, surrounded by friends, laughing so hard you forgot about the universe waiting to be saved.
A/N : Sorry guys this was genuinely so shit, to the anon that requested this my sincerest apologies its just been marinating in my drafts for far too long. green lantern anon pls send me another request for ts with more substance and hopefully i can cook with that 💔🥀
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mentions: fem!reader, joker x sinestro collab lol, bruce needs a green lantern and he wants reader, slight tension, heavily heavily inspired by that one jake scully clip with neytiri ifykyk
(polls said bruce fic, and I couldn't wait. next fic will be tutor tim!) if you know what jake scully scene i am talking about, then we are friends 4 life because that scene is deeply rooted in my head)
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another night, another patrol was what bruce would normally think to himself as he protects the streets of gotham, until he soon came across that joker was now teaming up with sinestro for god knows what
joker was his territory, not sinestro. the clown prince now has the embodiment of fear with him and the dark knight now needed the embodiment of willpower, he needed a green lantern. which was why bruce was now in your home city and in your apartment. he knew you would be here as you just came back from an intergalactic mission a few days ago with the corps
the bathroom door opened, revealing you in a silk robe and your hair wet, a towel in hand as you just finished your shower. the sudden sight of bruce in full gear standing besides your balcony almost made you flinch. your towel that was drying your hair now paused as you blinked twice, not expecting a visit
“bruce” you spoke, trying to hide the surprised tone in your voice. “balconies still your M.O?” even if he came unannounced, it was unsurprising. the element of surprise, might i add
“i need your help” bruce cut to the chase, his eyes under his cowl trying hard to hold your gaze instead of trailing down to your neckline that was slightly exposed from your robe. it didn’t take x ray vision to know that you were literally wearing nothing under that robe. “joker formed an alliance with sinestro and i need to know what they are planning”
“i just came from a mission, bruce”
“i know. that doesn’t mean crime sleeps”
you let out a sigh before using your ring and throwing your towel to your basket. “where?” you asked
“gotham” bruce responded, his eyes following your figure as you walked towards your closet. that robe of yours was basically leaving little for his imagination. “why sinestro?” you questioned as your hands were rummaging through your hangers.
“that’s the million dollar question” was what bruce responded, his voice got slightly tense as the idea of not knowing joker’s next move always ticked him in the wrong way, especially now that the clown has affiliated himself with an cosmic supervillain
your hands stopped going through your hangers as you paused for a minute, almost thinking to yourself before taking out a hanger with clothes. “i’m not the right lantern for this job” you confessed as you turned around and placed your clothes on the bed
bruce raised an eyebrow. “and why is that?”
“well, i just came from a mission not too long ago so im beat” you reminded him but bruce felt that there was more to be said. your eyes were laid on the floor, lips slightly pressed almost in contemplation before looking up at him and slowly walking towards him. “and i never dealt with sinestro the way the other lanterns have, which makes me the wrong lantern for this”
there was silence between you two and to break it, emerald light started to come out from your ring and it formed into a small bat construct. it flapped its wings as you smiled from the sight before slightly cupping your hands, causing the bat to hover around your hands
bruce noticed and instead of staring at the bat, he noticed how the green light were illuminating on your features, how your wet hair did nothing but frame your face and how soft your eyes were to that bat construct— despite being one of the most respected lanterns in the galaxy.
“hal is better suited for your mission” you slowly turned your back, eyes fixated on the emerald bat and walked only a few steps away from bruce. “he’s one of the best lanterns we have and he has dealt with sinestro before”
you were expecting a sound of agreement from bruce to fill up the beat of silence, maybe even just a silent nod and leaving to get hal
“…i don’t want hal” bruce said quietly, his eyes now going from your lips to your eyes. his words made your body still for a minute before a quiet smile formed on your lips, having doubt from his words. yet you knew that batman never lied nor bullshitted around
“then john should be considered” you continued as the bat now flew to stand on your finger. “he’s disciplined and also has experience with sinestro”
“nor do i want john” his voice now softened slightly. the bat construct now slowly dissolved into sparks of emerald light before you turned to face him with nothing but silence, eyes trying to see what he was thinking under that cowl of his— the same cowl that stroke fear into the hearts of his enemies
then, bruce took a few steps closer— not enough to crowd you but enough to feel the shift in the air, the same familiar feeling he always carried around with him
“john follows orders” bruce stated. “hal improves— both of them have a history with sinestro”
he took one last step closer and stopping in short of your personal space. you could almost smell the residual chill of gotham rain on his armor, close enough that his voice dropped without effort. “you don’t” bruce continued. “that makes you unpredictable to him.”
your smile faded. “so im bait”
“no” bruce said immediately, almost too fast. “you’re leverage. sinestro underestimates will that hasn’t been tested by him. joker won’t”
you crossed your arms, silk robe shifting with the movement. “you’re assuming they even want to be seen”
“i’m assuming joker wants an audience” bruce corrected. “he always does. sinestro is just simply the amplifier”
silence came again, but more heavier than the last one. your eyes searched his face— the rigid set of his jaw, covered eyes that never stopped moving with a mind that never stopped thinking of routes, exits, angles, outcomes. this was a man who carried too much and asked for help too rarely
you broke the silence. “you came to me” you spoke softly, “not because i’m experienced, but because i won’t hesitate”
bruce met your gaze and held it. “because you won’t let fear decide for you”
you could see it now— this wasn’t convenience, this was choice
“i don’t want hal or john” almost a murmur from bruce’s lips. “i want you” those words left his lips as if it didn’t just mean the mission, but for something more
even from the cowl, you could see how his eyes softened. but what you didn’t see was how his eyes kept darting to your lips, as if they were inviting him to have a taste of you
then— “send me the coordinates” barely a whisper from you, yet it felt loud from the silence surrounding you two. “i’ll meet you there”
a beat before bruce nodded and turned around towards your balcony in silence, cape shifting with his movement. the free space made you let out a quiet exhale, as if you were holding your breath the moment he was closer to you than he ever was
“next time, just knock on the door ” you spoke over his shoulder and if you looked at bruce's face, you could have caught the small twitch from the corner of his lips. “not my M.O” he dryly joked before he disappeared into the night, leaving you alone in your apartment
your smile came back on your lips, but more genuine as your eyes were stuck on the balcony, where you last saw the dark knight
and soon, you changed out from your robe and used your ring to suit up, emerald light flaring as it wrapped itself around your body before slowly dissolving and revealing your green lantern suit now on before flying out from your balcony and soaring in the sky towards gotham
if joker had fear by his side, then batman had willpower by his— a kind that fear itself would fear because no evil shall escape from willpower’s sight, even on the brightest days and darkest nights
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(a/n: okay dialogue and the ending was lowkey a bit ass ill admit but i just HAD to write this scenario ughghhghghhghg ill never forget the way that jake scully scene changed my life.)
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Summary - Diana does so much for the world, you just want her to let off some steam. What better way than to use your ring?
Warnings - Green Lantern!Reader, Established Relationship, Shibari, Rope Bondage, Bondage, Minor Dom/Sub, Inappropriate Use of Lantern Rings, Mirror Sex, Sapphic Sex, Coming Untouched
Word Count - 978
“By Aphrodite,” Diana moans.
Sweat travels the lines and ridges of her muscles and she pants. You’ve had her like this for the past hour or has it been two? Three maybe? She has truly forgotten. The multiple orgasms you had given her, turning her brain to mush, certainly did not help her in remembering the time. The second that she walked through the door of your shared apartment, you jumped her. Your kisses had been obviously lusted filled, your hands eagerly wandering her body. She had been just as eager, you’ve been parted for too long. Your duties as a Green Lantern often taking you off world and away from her.
Each time that you return to her, more or less in one piece, she cherishes you. Taking you to your shared bed and taking you apart. First with her mouth, her tongue massaging your most sensitive parts and then with her fingers before finally taking you with her strap. This time, however, you had been insistent. You wanted to be in charge tonight and if that is what her beloved one wanted, well, she was more than happy to give herself to you, in any way that you wanted.
So here she is. Ropes tied in elaborate knots around her body, binding her hands behind her back and keeping her legs spread. You had got her to kneel before the mirror as you did so. She had questioned why, but you had been right when you had told her it would be clear why soon enough.
“What are you planning, my beloved?” she asked once you were finished with the final knot and stepped away. You laughed and she was blinded for a moment by green light. Your Green Lantern uniform covered you, sans mask, the ring on your finger glowing brightly.
“You always do so much for everyone, baby,” you replied softly. “Tonight, I want you to let go and have some fun.” The glowing of the ring intensified and green light cast itself between her legs, where she watched a construct in the shape of a dildo take shape. Your kissing and touching from earlier had done plenty to get her dripping and it slid inside of her easily.
It started off small to begin with and with each time you directed it inside of her, it entered a little bit bigger than before until it was a similar size to her strap. This is certainly one way to use your ring, one that she had definitely never considered before. Nor had you, until recently. The construct is also curved perfectly so it constantly presses against that sweetest spot deep inside of her and she’s given a front row seat to it all.
Under your instructions, not once has she taken her eyes off of the way you’re fucking her with it. Slowly picking up the pace as she got used to the feeling of it. She moans your name at a particularly rough thrust that has pleasure searing through her veins. A creamy ring of her arousal forming around the construct, her pussy only adding more as she squeezes around it. She can’t lie. There is something truly, deeply arousing about watching your construct fuck her. Briefly, her eyes are taken from her pussy and drawn to where she can see you in the mirror.
You’re on the bed behind her, laying on your side, one hand supporting your head as you watch her. Your ring continuing to glow bright and green, covering the room in its glow.
“Better than you imagined, huh baby?” Your eyes are also focused on the way it moves in and out of her. Your eyes dark with lust and she wonders how you haven’t started touching yourself yet. Your willpower is something else. “Bet I can make it even better.” She has no chance to respond when she feels it jump to life as it starts to vibrate. With how long you’ve been fucking with her, the vibrations drive her over the edge.
“Gods above!” Her orgasm rocks through her body as she cries your name. It’s intense, as her body clamps down on the construct, her pussy gushing around it as it continues to move. It keeps its pace as you guide her through it. The construct stops, the vibrations coming to an end as it suddenly disappears, leaving her feeling disappointedly empty. It’s not hard for her to see why it’s suddenly gone.
Your fingers grip the covers of the bed as you pant. The glow of your ring is gone completely as your body shakes. You’ve reached your own orgasm without even being touched. You roll onto your back and laugh breathlessly.
“Holy fuck,” you gasp. “Well, that’s new.”
Indeed, tonight as been a night of firsts, but all she wants to do now is watch you come again and again and again. Preferably with you tied to the headboard and her head between your thighs. “Can you?”
You don’t need to be asked twice. Your ring glows for a moment, a knife forming in the air and it slices through the ropes holding her in place before disappearing. Between the orgasms you’ve drawn from her and kneeling for so long, her legs are both wobbly and stiff as she climbs to her feet. Though it’s not really needed, you support her with another construction which disappears as soon as she’s stable on her feet.
“Take your ring off,” she tells you.
You do as she asks, your uniform disappearing and revealing your naked body. Setting the ring aside, you spread your legs wide, showing her just how wet you are, arousal smearing the inside of your thighs and it drips from you and onto the bed. Diana smiles as she reaches for her lasso, that’s been left on the nightstand.
synopsis: during a city mission, you couldn't save a kid from a building. your chosen family is always there for you.
-> angst, hurt/comfort, written in tumbrl drafts at 1am. kyle and reader being chosen siblings. english is not my first language.
a/n: this was supposed to be more of a crack fic but as i was writing it sad music came on my shuffle playlist and well i got infuenced. let's blame it on 'sign of the times' by harry styles and the shitty weekend i've had
Enjoy!
When you had first arrived to the Green Lantern corps, you didn't have anything you could fondly call a family. That changed rather quickly.
You obviously didn't know absolutely everyone, there were tons of people from various planets; just the names alone gave you terrible headaches.
With the people you spended the most time with, were the lanterns designated on Earth. Hal became something really close to a father figure to you (or at least that cool uncle that lets you do stuff behind your mom's back)
Your favorite person tough, was Kyle.
He was the sibling you never had. You would do anything and everything together.
From movie nights, to late deep talks. Missions that would go sideways, ended up with Kyle being the voice of the reason and dragging you away from the mess before you did something you'll regret.
And here we were now.
A falling building collapsed right in front of your eyes, and a little girl was still inside. You could't dare tear your eyes from hers, as you got dragged away by both Hal and Kyle.
They had both seen you run like your life depended on it, seeing that kid was still inside. But even if you gave it your all, you wouldn't be capable of saving her. They knew that, they obviously did. They believed in you plenty, but not even you, with your willpower would have been able to stop that building from collapsing.
They couldn't lose you in a slip-up like this. Both of them exchanged a sad, knowing look before flying to where you were.
You trashed the second you felt someone grab your arms, and couldn't help the scream that tore trough your throat.
“NO” you tried to free yourself from their grip, “please!”
“Kyle!” Hal spoke above the noise, “I'll go get that kid. Make sure she doesn't try to follow me. And I mean it”
Kyle nodded, and readjusted his grip on your still shaken form.
“Calm down” he tried reassuring you “Hal is going to get that kid, don't worry”
But you and him knew, that kid was beyond salvation. It was too late. Hal just went so her death wouldn't be on you. Kyle knew, and you too. Still, you knew Hal would do everything in his hand to take that kid away from the building.
You kept moving uselessly, trying to fly away from Kyle, in a selfish attempt at playing hero.
"Stop! Please." He pleaded "Hal is there. He's with John, too. You have to calm down"
You let out a broken sound, that tore Kyle's heart in pieces. Every hero has been here. In the shitty situation you are.
Everyone has had their first time they couldn't save every person in danger.
Every hero has deaths that weight down their shoulders.
Every hero has had a first moment like this.
Every lantern, super, bat and wonder.
But no one should bear it alone. Especially not you.
So Kyle holds you tighter as you both fly away from the city, Hal's orders.
"Is Hal back yet?" You asked impatiently. It had been an hour or so after Hal ordered you and Kyle to fly out of the city and wait for him at his apartment. It was getting unbearable. They called JL reinforcements and didn't let you help with the aftermath of the catastrophe. You couldn't help the civilians return safely to their homes, and most importantly; check for that little kid. But deep down, you knew.
"He hasn't told me anything yet" Kyle looked at you from his place in Hal's sofa.
You sighed, and sat on the kitchen counter.
"I'm tired of waiting, Kyle" you spoke, but your voice wavered "I'm going back"
Before he could protest, you conjured your Green Lantern suit on your body, and flew away.
People were still being pulled out of buildings, some were injured and there were lots of ambulances.
You spotted Hal almost immediately after landing. He was speaking with Flash, but they didn't wear their usual smiles around eachother.
You approached them, and Hal stiffened.
"What. Are you doing here" he mumbled angrily "you had direct orders to stay away from here"
Before you could get angry, you saw behind his figure something that would haunt your dreams for at least a few years.
The little girl being but away in a box.
Her body was bent in hurtful ways, but her face was peaceful.
You felt bile rise up in your throat. The ugly knowing part of your brain, the one that was telling you the whole time that this was inevitable; started screaming.
You'd seen death, and it wasn't something new to you. But being part of the cause of it? A life so young...
Hal was quick to put himself between you and the body. Making sure you didn't see all of it.
"Kid-"
You were looking at him, but your mind wasn't focused. You were spiraling.
"Kid, look at me please" he tried speaking softly, even if he was scared you'd fall into another episode.
You turned around and threw up. Hal was quick to move and hold your hair out of the way.
Tears run hot trough your cheeks.
"I can't- i can't keep this up" you managed to say between broken sobs.
Your body was there, but your mind felt distant. As if protecting your own sanity, and not focusing in the moment.
Hal holded you trough it, and the JL members gave you space as Hal dragged you away.
"It's me that couldn't take her out, kid" Hal stood close to you "stop crying please"
"You know that's a lie, Hal" you chocked out.
"Casualties happen. And it was not your fault solely" he paused "everyone has a first moment like this that makes them want to quit forever. But if you do, bad things will end up happening to the people that truly need your help"
You sniffed. You knew he was right, you had to make peace with the idea that not always you would be able to save everyone.
