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cookeybg · 6 months ago

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The Colony Possessed - Chapter 1

Title: The Colony Possessed

Main Characters: Gotham, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

Narrators: Hal Jordan, will add others as chapters progress

Honorable Mentions: Barry Allen, will add others as chapters progress

No romantic relationships

Stuff to Know: Cryptid Batfamily, maybe a bit spooky, Hopefully a bit amusing, Gotham LOVES Batman and she always will, it's concerning

[The Colony Possessed Table of Contents]

Chapter 1 - Hal didn’t get spooked easily.

Hal walked through the halls of the Watch Tower, the silence of the comfortably cool halls welcoming. The tower itself had many rooms for the various heroes to live in, but despite the ample room and pretty sweet amenities, which included not paying rent, the majority chose to live down on earth, himself included. Many stated that it was much more comfortable to be amongst the people, the whole work-life balance that has become popular as of late. While others placed the blame on the rumors of the place being haunted. In Hal’s opinion, what establishment didn’t have those kinds of rumors? In their line of work, where anything was possible, he wouldn’t be surprised if the place actually was. It didn’t bother Hal in the slightest, he enjoyed scaring the others with made up ghost stories. It was fun giving the tower a bit of a mythos, especially when a certain speedster got so spooked. He reached the door leading to the monitor room, tapped in his code and the door slid silently open. The room was dark, darker than normal, the florescent lights unable to penetrate it. A set of glowing, hazy, green eyes stared back at him, no pupil, no white, only green. Its unfocused body leaned over the hunched figure who sat in front of the monitors, its wispy arms wrapped around the figure’s neck. Hal felt his heart sink into his stomach, felt like the oppressive darkness would swallow him, felt the tinge of something, other, stain him. “You’re late.” The sitting figure turned toward him, voice like thunder, white eyes too bright. Hal let out a very unmanly scream, his focus on the horned monster in front of him. Green eyes forgotten. The monster stood, stalking toward him. The paleness of his muzzle left him shaking, did he smell blood in the room? Without much thought he surrounded himself in a spherical green shield, his body ready to bolt. No, he should fight, running sounded better. The hair on his body stood on end, his bladder ready to let go. The figure let out a grunt, one of disapproval, familiar. “What’s wrong with you?” Batman said, grumpily. Right, he was in the Watch Tower, he was here to relieve Spooky. This was Batman, not some monster, just some human, well he claimed to be human. He let the sphere dissipate and clutched at his chest trying to get his breath back. He looked around the room, it was well lit, the monitors doing their monitoring and Spooky was just standing there in all his broad shouldered, thin waisted, menacing demeanor. Yeah, there was nothing strange here, except for the bat themed furry. “Nothing.” Hal said, clearing his throat. Batman stared at him for an uncomfortably long time. Hal did his best to look nonchalant, the cold sweat at his back slowly drying, trying to control his slight trembling. No way in hell would he give Spooky the pleasure of knowing he got scared of him, no surprised, he got surprised. Batman grunted and walked passed him. Hal shivered, he could swear he heard something laugh, could feel cold fingers touch his cheek in passing and see a dark tendril trailing behind the black clad man. It was probably just his cape. Yeah, he must have been more tired than he thought, imagining things, jet lagged from his trip to Oa…the one he took three weeks ago. He texted Barry, asking him to join him at the tower, he didn’t want to be bored during his shift. That’s all it was, not the possible darkness coming to life. Hal didn’t get spooked easily.

Let me know what you think. I get super excited seeing comments, a bit nervous too, but it brings me joy.

I really enjoyed typing up Gotham possess so hopefully this one is just as fun!

FYI: I'll start adding the chapter in the title to my posts to make it easier to find.

#fanfic #fanfiction #bruce wayne #gotham possesses #gotham #cryptid batfam #cryptid batman #green lantern #hal jordan

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schrijverr · 11 months ago

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The Hearts of Gotham 1

Chapter 1 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 1: How Bruce Made Himself out to Be a Cryptid

Let it be known that Bruce never intended for it to end up like this. Truly, had he known then how it would end, he might just have been honest with the Justice League when they formed, but instead paranoia had overtaken him and now it has spiraled into this.

Okay, let’s back up a little. It starts like this: Bruce doesn’t want to join the Justice League that these others are forming for bigger threats. In his mind, they are the possible bigger threat, seen in how effective they are against other big threats. The fact that they can’t see that makes him only more wary.

However, the others seem determined to see this done, so if Bruce wants to keep a close eye on them, it’s better to be involved. With his tech being used, he’ll know all the back doors. With him in the meetings, he’ll know the protocols will be good. With him in the training, he’ll be able to study their weaknesses and plan for contingencies.

So, he joins to soothe his own worries and doom scenarios. He joins so he can monitor them all and step in should it go awry.

But being able to observe them, means that in turn he’ll be observed too.

He is very careful about his identity thus far, because he knows what’s at stake. His own voice is that of Batman, so if he’s taken by surprise out in the field it won’t be different. He wears lifts in his Batman boots to make him taller, more intimidating, less human. He stays in the shadow, never lets anyone observe him better.

Because if he’s ever found out, a lot of things will come crumbling down. The police is only half convinced that there is an actual person under there and there is a big factor ready to arrest him, should they catch him. Though luckily also a faction moving to working together with him.

Should he be arrested, Alfred will likely go down as accomplice and spend his retirement in a prison with Wayne Enterprises falling into the hands of a semi-corrupt board that will weasel out the non-corrupt like he is trying to weasel out the corrupt now.

Hundreds of thousands will loose their jobs, programs that keep the less fortunate from going under will disappear, the public transport system will decay and the name his parents made for themselves will forever be tainted by him. And that’s not even mentioning the crime that will run rampant without Batman, all the people that could go through what he did.

No, he can’t be found out.

So, he has to be careful when working with this newly formed Justice League. Throw them off his scent so they’ll never connect the dots. But it has to be subtle, something he can keep up, something not everyone would note.

The person he’s most worried about getting on his trail is Clark Kent, or Superman, as he is known, an investigative journalist. The others are less like him or Clark, people who go out and look for things that irk their brains, but Clark has been assigned their leader. He’ll want to know and he’ll want to dig.

He is also a person who might be able to find Bruce. His secret identity is as solid as it can be, but he’s only human and there are cracks. As a reporter, Clark interacts with both Bruce and Batman and he has extra abilities to help him.

He must be stopped.

So, before his first meeting with the Justice League, Bruce sinks into a pit of what-ifs, until his paranoia forces him to action. And he sows a sound system into his suit, that plays an extra heartbeat, making it seem like there are two hearts beating in his chest.

Bruce’s logic is, that if the supers in the League would hear his two heartbeats as Batman, they would look for that if they wanted to find him and since he doesn’t have two heartbeats as Bruce, they never would unless he was being Batman, thus open to being found.

It’s a solid plan in his mind. The League consists of all sorts of people, both human and non-human, no one would ask too many invasive questions about his supposed biology. It’s perfect.

Thus, it comes to be that Batman enters the Justice League as a cryptid non-human entity. Not something he planned for exactly, but the Batman is already more than a man, said to be a demon or a vampire. It helps with intimidation and it helps with his cover. The others already think him to be more than human, why not play into it? It’s not like he trusts them. He’s here to monitor, not befriend.

It’s a solution that soothes his anxieties and enables him to actually work. It’s also easy and low profile, as well as something that can grow organically as the moment calls.

The first times it happens, is when they’re making a protocol about when it is alright to step in on another hero’s turf. Bruce is the one, who insisted on making protocols, wanting to have written guides he could force the others to follow, rules they are held accountable by.

“No metas in Gotham,” he first lays down the law for his own city. “We can make protocols for other cities to suit the heroes wishes and what is reasonable. But there will not be anyone but me in Gotham, I don’t care how severe you think it is. Unless you have an explicit invitation from me, you aren’t welcome.”

“What the hell, man!” Hal exclaims and others are also frowning.

Clark, as always, steps in to mediate: “Batman, we’re willing to follow your lead in your city and I agree that a heroes wishes should be considered, but there no reason not to be civil. You’re a meta, you know life can be hard enough as is.”

Bruce does feel a little guilty then, because despite his wariness, everyone here has been nothing but nice – overly nice in that peppy hero way, but still – and he doesn’t mean to be rude. He just knows that the type of crime fighting they do, doesn’t mesh with Gotham and he can’t have them ruin his city.

So, he crosses his arms and tries to project sternness instead of guilt as he says: “And I am stating my wishes clearly. No metas in Gotham is a neutral statement. You made it loaded.”

“You’re being hypocritical, Batman,” J’onn says not unkindly, probably picking up on some of the guilt, despite his mental barriers and misinterpreting.

“I am not, I am being clear,” Bruce says, as stubborn as ever, while mentally running through all the random knowledge he has acquired in the years of being Batman. Then he adds: “And I am being clear, because you coming will completely ruin the ecosystem.”

“Ruin the ecosystem?” Diana repeats, still learning the new lingo of the world of men.

“Yes,” Bruce says, glad that his acting classes under Alfred are paying off. “When I say that I am the night, I am very serious about that. I am Gotham’s night, come to life. The hearts of the city beat in me. My villains are created by what Gotham is as a city, they won’t respond well to you. You’re an invasive species. Who knows the kinds of irreparable damage you could cause?”

That sounds pretty logical to his own ears and he makes a mental note to get Poison Ivy some perks in Arkham when he gets back. He also makes a not to record what he said later, as to not contradict himself down the line.

“You’re literally the night?” Hal chuckles, a little disbelievingly.

“You’re a space cop,” Barry rightfully points out. “We work together with two aliens, a woman with wings and an Amazonian princess. Is a personification of the night really a stretch?”

“It just seems fantastical that’s all,” Hal shrugs, body language giving away that he feels a little bad about his outburst. But not bad enough to not defend it, because he adds: “Everyone else seems to have at least a bit of a basis in science.”

“Magic is quite real,” Diana says, stunning them all into silence for a second.

Clark clears his throat after a second, then says: “Thank you, we’ll keep that in mind for later meetings. So, uhm, no metas in Gotham,” he gets them on track. “Does that also apply for non-hero meddling? Like if someone has to be there due to secret identity obligations?”

Bruce knows why he’s asking. It might sound like a general question, but unlike the others, he actually knows who they are in their civilian lives. And he’s seen Superman out of uniform at his galas.

However, he doesn’t let it show. Having Clark hear only one heartbeat in his chest at the galas will only strengthen his secret identity. So, he curtly says: “If you don’t interfere with its business, Gotham will let you in.”

“Alright,” Clark says, looking a little disturbed. “I’ll note that down. No metas in Gotham. Now, what about anyone else’s city? Something else we should know about when not trespassing?”

The others gratefully take the reason to move on and Bruce has to hold in a snort, because it’s quite amusing to see these superpowered beings buy into his make belief. To have them be scared of him, who is just a man.

But it is also comforting, because if they are scared, they’ll listen. He needs them to listen to him, to value his opinion as one of their own, because maybe then he can ensure that they will become that line of good they have the potential to be, instead of the force of destruction they can also become. For that, he is glad.

Furthermore, he registers that his ruse is working in his favor. It gets him what he wants while minimizing conflict, thus it is good to maintain.

So, as they build the Justice League together – something that takes a lot more meetings and paper work than some of them were expecting, he observes – he maintains and builds his lie further. He establishes himself as the night of Gotham and expands on his backstory as he goes.

A little while later they’re in a meeting about their fighting abilities. They have already worked in the field together, but during the big emergency, but that doesn’t make for good observation circumstances. Therefore they have this meeting, so that all are on the same page about what they can do.

Bruce has contemplated making himself out to be scarier than he actually is. However, when it is his turn, he doesn’t invent invulnerabilities or abilities for himself, it can be detrimental in the field to have given others unrealistic expectations.

Thus, when it’s his turn to answer, he honestly says: “When it comes to any unnatural abilities, I function as a normal human would. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“No way,” Barry says, leaning on his hand and observing Bruce closer. “No powers? None?”

“Yeah, I don’t buy it, Spooky. With all the vanishing you do,” Hal agrees.

“Then maybe we should have another stealth day,” Bruce says seriously, because what he does is not that difficult and can be taught. As heroes, they should have a certain amount of skills in every field, though maybe it’s good for them to not be fully competent. Makes it easier to take them out should the day come.

Hal quickly makes a zipping his mouth shut motion, before Bruce can continue on with his threat that he is still contemplating.

Before it can get out of hand, everyone gets distracted by Shiera asking: “Really? You want us to believe that the physical manifestation of Gotham’s night has no power?”

“Yes, that does seem quite miraculous,” Diana agrees open eyed and well intended.

“Yeah, you have no clue what sort of stories come out of there,” Barry adds. “Well, I’m kind of assuming you don’t, since I suppose you don’t leave your city often and maybe you don��t really read our news if you do. But like it’s crazy. There was a while where I wasn’t even sure you existed or if there truly was a vampire out there.”

As they all talk, Bruce is silent, quickly thinking. Is he going to have to lie? Make up some powers that are minor enough that they won’t accidentally risk his life when he doesn’t want it to be risked? No, Alfred will kill him.

Fuck, he never thought they wouldn’t believe him if he told them he operated with no powers. He should have planned for this. Stupid. Note to self: plan more contingencies.

In the end, something comes to him right before it becomes weird that he isn’t answering. So, he answers: “I am the manifestation of Gotham’s night. Gotham is wholly human and remains so, that which powers me is human.”

“Wouldn’t it be beneficial then to have more metas in Gotham? So that you can get powers?” Barry asks, the curiosity of the scientist shining through.

It’s a good question too, and Bruce quickly bullshits: “No, because my villains are created in reaction to me. If I am stronger, so will their challenge be and Gotham will face more destruction.”

“Would that mean your villains disappear when you do?” Hal asks.

“No,” Bruce says again, cursing himself for not planning better. “The city creates them, but not like it creates me. It’s the shadow that hangs over Gotham that brings out the worst in people. They are not like me. They are humans. But if my shadow grows bigger, so will that of the city.”

“Man, that’s confusing,” Hal complains and Bruce is glad his own twists threw them off.

He is even more glad when Clark steps in: “And it’s not our place to question Batman or poke holes. Let’s all be civil. Batman, I’ll note down no powers.”

“Thank you,” Bruce replies, because Alfred raised him better than to not thank someone.

And so he goes on establishing himself as Gotham’s night. He has a writing frenzy wherein he fleshes out his lie to the League as to never be caught unawares again like that, before carefully and calculatedly dropping things into conversation as time goes on.

“Batman, you’re seriously injured, I saw that bot hit your head! You really should let us take a look at that,” Clark says after one of their earlier battles.

“No, I need to go to Gotham, my city strengthens me,” he lies, as to slip out so that Alfred can take a look at it. Hopefully the man won’t scold him too bad for traveling via Zeta-Beam while having a concussion.

Or during a boring meeting, when he suddenly gets up. Diana asks: “Batman, what is wrong? I did not hear an emergency call.”

“Gotham needs me,” he lies again, deciding that he sits through enough boring meetings as Brucie not to want to do it as Batman too. At least, not right now. He has a case he’d rather be working on, more important too. “It calls to me.”

As he leaves, he hears Barry whisper to Hal: “That sounds useful, I always just cross my fingers that I’ll catch it when it happens.”

However, over time it peters out. He has let all the relevant pieces drop and he feels that it doesn’t fit to share more. They know what he wants them to know and no one has caught on to the fact that he even has a civilian identity – something he’s loathe to admit, he stole from Clark. So, he stops and settles in with what he has.

And time continues to pass like that. Bruce gets to know his fellow League members better, learns how they think and where their morals lie. He starts to respect them, then tentatively trust them.

Most of them reveal their identities – never pressuring Bruce, since they don’t think he has one, despite Clark revealing his own – and become friends rather than colleagues. Bruce even thinks of them as friends.

However, he doesn’t say a word to them, never feels the need to reveal himself. To them he is the night, like he is Brucie to the board, and that suits him just fine. He is their friend, but he never forgets the power they hold and he never forgets his own responsibility in monitoring them.

The Justice League is set up to counter threats and one of the threats is the Justice League itself. He has just positioned himself to counter that threat, should it ever come to pass. And being non-human is a part of that. It’s as simple as that.

Besides, he befriended all of them based on a lie. To reveal now how much he distrusted them, how much he kept from them and how much he lied can only end in disaster. They’ll hate him for lying and they’ll never trust him again. He can’t risk that.

So, when the sound system in his suit breaks without him noticing and Clark exclaims: “Batman, are you okay? I can only hear one of your hearts beating,” Batman doesn’t hesitate to commit further to his lie.

He has made many contingencies for it breaking while on missions or during a meeting, but with how careful he is with his equipment, it never occurred to him that he would show up for an average meeting without it working.

“It’s okay,” he says, trying to think as fast as he can about what will make sense as explanation.

“That sounds more like you are ill, my friend,” J’onn speaks up, picking up on the anxiety wave that had crashed through him.

“No, no, I am fine, I assure you,” Bruce insists, landing on a solution. “My second heart has formed enough and I have split into two. It needs time to reform, but then I will be fine.”

For a moment, it is silent.

Then the whole room explodes with noise as the others demand what the hell that means and who he has split up into and how that even happens. It’s not something Bruce planned to do, but he’s in too deep now. This was his last chance to come clean and turn back and he didn’t take it. This is going to be his life forever now.

Guess, Dick is getting his wish and meeting the Justice League, instead of being stashed as far away from them as possible to keep him safe. This can be an exercise in obfuscation and keeping cover, he thinks.

A/N:

As of much with Bruce’s earlier Batman career, 90% of what he does is just straight up bullshit that he is pulling out of his ass lmao and I love that for him <3

Also, you can’t convince me that ‘Gotham needs me’ isn’t his excuse when he doesn’t want to be somewhere anymore.

(also I have finished this fic already and I can be manipulated into posting quicker if there is interest)

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halstar-the-clown · 3 months ago

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Something doesn’t seem right, now does it… But who cares? He’s right there. Go to him.

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Redraw of an older piece I made that STILL gets noticed somehow. I meant to have this out sooner but I got caught up in work. Anyway, here’s a comparison with the original on the left.

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faytelumos · 2 years ago

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Until the Justice League becomes popular, basically nobody outside of New Jersey cares about Batman.

He's specifically a Gotham hero. He's about as relevant to people in Nebraska or France or India as the Chupacabra.

Like… yeah, people have heard of him? But it sounds made up, to be honest. /: But their uncle's friend's mom saw Superman once!

For years you only care about Batman if you're from Jersey, and you only think he's real if you've been to Gotham.

That scene from that one movie where Green Lantern mentions Batman, and Flash replies, "Wait, Batman's real?"

That's 100% how it goes. Even as the Justice League continues to get famous, people are still repeatedly surprised to see Batman standing up there with them. If they even recognize him.

Unless you're an international criminal or an assassin or something; they know all about him.

#Bruce Wayne #Batman is an urban legend #we don't play with it enough if you ask me #cryptid Batman is the best Batman #I love to death when someone sees Batman for the first time and they just stand there like a deer in headlights #they gotta be wondering if he's a vampire or a demon or something #Clark Kent #Hal Jordan #Barry Allen

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im-not-buying-it-ether · 5 months ago

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I am here to send the images i told you about those asks ago :D

Seal Billy:

Otter Billy:

Cheetah Billy:

Bat Billy:

Bonus! Cryptid bird Hal :D

Ehe, knew it. Look at these babies!

#I love them so #billy batson #shazam #hal jordan #asks #ask me anything #cryptid Hal #cryptid billy #dc

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madhatterplushies · 1 year ago

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HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUU

I've spent the last 2 days hyperfocused on getting this done but it looks like we'll have STICKERS FOR HAL-CON!??

AHHHHHHHHHH

I'm very excited and I hope they're going to be done on time asbdjjfjajsggid

I went with a local place and need them in hand by Friday so Ive been talking with 3 different ppl from the place since Monday coordinating and polishing up the files (in some case making them basically from scratch because they're based on patch designs from before I was drafting things in inkscape).

I hope they're going to be popular 😭💦 Taking 2 days out of my last week of con crunch is a lot and I might not have much for zombies or dittos because of it but I desperately need some merch that isn't 100% produced by myself lol

#hatter chats #stickers #con prep #hal con 2023 #long furby #untitled goose game #fresno nightcrawler #cryptid #steven universe #halloween 2023 #spoopy #spookitties

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hallsjordanss · 4 months ago

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!!CW/TW: Body Horror, maybe gore too?, blood, broken bones!!

Hal wakes up panicked and immediately starts to cough aggressively, covering his mouth before finally managing to stop and breath properly. He gets up and goes to a random bathroom in the Queen's Manor's, he closes the door right after entering it, gripping his clothes before falling forward as the pain in his legs and back doubles, he feels his ears hurt immensely too, and so does his eyes, he starts to cough again, closing his eyes forcefully in a attempt to stop the pain in them.

He opens them again after some time, slowy blinking as he notices a.. green mist now floating around the bathroom, he wonders where the hell that thing is coming from but his train of thoughts soon get interrupted again as he starts to cough some more, unknowingly to him yet that the green mist is coming from his mouth. Hal can hear some disturbing noises, like someone's flesh is getting ripped open, he hears bones breaking and smells the metallic scent of blood, he can't see anything anymore but he can still hear screams of pure terror and agony.. and they just keep getting worse too, he feels the feather's he had around his body and face starting to grow more.

It takes him a moment to realize that it's all him, he's the one screaming, he's the one getting his flesh ripped open, he's the one who legs are being snapped foward, giving them a anthropomorphic look, especially when he feels them change, his throat burns and he's sure that there's no longer a human screaming but a bird screeching, although that all stops once he now isn't able to hear properly or anything in case anymore, but he can finally see again.. sure there are more colors and sensibility to light this time but at least he can see again, he ends up fainting probably in a pool of his own blood, shallow breaths escaping him as his new ears– strange. They are like little wings but he can still hear with them. –twitch involuntarily. He can still see the green mist, his ring.. is probably saying something, but he doesn't pay any mind to it right now, everything is still muffled to him... God the blood on his eyes is bothering him so much...maybe he should take a little.. rest first.

#cw body horror #cw gore #cw blood #cw broken bones #hallsjordanss #hal jordan rp #lazarus!hal #cryptid!hal

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yewsoup · 1 year ago

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Matter in the Moment (Even if it's nothing to the Expanse)

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Two bros meet up late at night. Talk about what ifs. And shove eachother into the ocean when they think the other is being an idiot.

Can also be read Here on Ao3!

They find eachother late at night. Or- well. Flash finds Green Lantern, late at night. Plopping down next to him to stare out at the water surrounding the Hall of Justice.

Neither makes their usual witty remarks. Picking up on each-other’s solemn moods after the events of the day before. (Neither of them had managed to sleep. That’s why they were out here, staring out at the water together. Like it holds all the answers. When really, it mainly holds Aquaman, and Atlantis.)

"That was a really close fight." Hal says, suddenly, to The Flash. (To his good friend Barry.) "We almost didn't make it out of that one."

"But we did." Flash- Barry- says. Simple and to the point. Absolutely certain of it. Because they did.

"We could have died." He returns. Trying to process the trauma. Pound it through his skull and make it make sense to him. At least for a moment." That laser almost took your head off."

"But it didn't. We're okay. We live to fight another day." And between the seconds, the speedster snickers to himself at the rhyme, despite the dour mood. The dour subject.

"What if it had? What if you'd died right then and there?"

Barry grins and elbows him. Trying for cheer. (He fails. Something else creeping into his voice.) "At least it would've been quick."

"But we'd have lost you."

They would have. But Barry was fast enough to dodge it. He's always fast enough. That’s the whole point of being the fastest man alive.

But he doesn’t say that. Because he worries, sometimes, about not being fast enough.

"You would have." He says instead. Agreeing. Indulging the hypothetical. And he stares into something... else. As he continues. "But that's part of the risks of being a hero. And I think you'd be able to live without me."

(Hal's uncertainty eases in the face of that certainty only Barry can truly hold. Even as the speedster's eyes gaze as something his can't.)

"Oh?" The man says, taking on a lighter tone. Because he’s noticed his friend staring out into something other than the depths of the ocean. Despite the fact his gaze hasn’t moved at all. "You think, do you? Didn't know there was a clock ticking away inside that helmet of yours."

Barry scowls and swats at him. Shifting away from it slightly. But it doesn't fully pull him out of the drift he's fallen into. "Yeah I do think!” He bites back, more there for a moment. Before it pulls back. And his gaze drifts back to the else. “Because you guys are strong. And you'd have each-other. It's not like our time together isn't... isn't just a blip on the cosmic scale." There it is.

"Yeah, and I'm just a blip out in space.” Hal bites back. Understanding of the feeling of being small in a vast nothingness. “That doesn't mean what we do doesn't effect other people. Doesn't matter."

"Only in our time.” The speedster insists. “We'll be forgotten eventually, after we die. And everyone dies eventually.”

Hal huffs at him. "So? We still mean something in the moment, and that's what matters, isn't it?"

But Barry's still staring out into absolutely nothing. So Hal sighs, shaking his head. "And you call me space case." Before shoving Barry off the ledge, into the water. Making the speedster yelp and swear at him as he scrambles back out of the water. Threatening to drag him out to the middle of the ocean and leave him there. As they both know he could, but would never do.

So the man just smiles a cheeky grin and offers his friend a hand back up onto land. "Got you out of it, didn't it?" Because he knows it did, with the way Barry’s eyes are focused on him. Glaring and stuck in the present.

Barry’s gaze softens as he sighs at Hal, fond. "...Yeah. Yeah it did. Thanks."

“No problem buddy.” He does the same when Hal starts thinking about space too hard, after all. “Besides, it’s fun to shove you in the water!” Earning his own shove- done slow enough he can at least try to dodge it- into the water.

The speedster has the audacity to laugh at him when he sputters. But he returns the favour of a hand up. Before he shakes himself off like a dog and suggests they go get food.

Hal, like a sap, agrees. Both hungry and eager to take their minds off what happened.

#Writing #DC #Lego DC #Green Lantern #Hal Jordan #Barry Allen #The Flash #cryptid speedsters #eldritch speedsters #just a hint

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