Jun 11, 2018
@willpcwered
“Tell me I’m overreacting,” Carey whispered, a strangely schoolboy energy about him as he took Hal Jordan by the arm to drag him firmly away from the heart of the dance floor and into a corner they could, at least for the moment, use to talk privately. “You saw it, right? How he was looking at me? That was one of the richest men in Gotham. Looking at me.”
No matter how many years passed, and how much he settled into the role of CEO of Ferris Aircrafts - himself no slouch with finances - Carey just couldn’t wrap his head around running in these circles. “I need you to wingman me. Please. I can’t talk to him. You’re so much better at this stuff than I am, Hal. Tell him how hot I am.”
