#fandom (Green Lantern)

[pinkiemachine]

Hehehe…

[the-fyre-flie]

Billy Batson post identity reveal to the Justice League, but he isn't kicked out (Batman vouches for him heavily) and instead he just shows up to meetings as Billy and freaks out new hires.

Dick Grayson, who just got recruited: I already know what the Watchtower looks like I don't need a tour- why is there a random child?

Hal, who's stuck with giving new folks tours: That's Billy. Ignore him.

Billy, looking up from his tablet where he's playing roblox: Hi :D

Dick, brow furrowed: the JL just lets random children into the top secret awesome space station?

Billy: I work here :D

Hal, face palming: He does.

Dick: WTF I didn't get to join until I was 20 something...

Billy: I've been working here since I was 10! :D

[zhelin-thames]

Danny meets JL members #7

[Danny "being the little shit he is" floating around the Watchtower, minding his own business.]

[Martian Manhunter approaches, phasing through a nearby wall.]

Danny: [startles] Dude! Ever heard of knocking? Martian Manhunter: You phase through walls yourself. Danny: Yeah, but I’m the ghost kid. You’re, like… a space ghost.

Martian Manhunter: I am J’onn J’onzz, the last survivor of Mars. Danny: [grins] Sweet. I’m Danny Fenton, the half-survivor of Earth. J’onn: [pauses] That is… unusually dark for a teenager.

[J’onn and Danny comparing abilities]

Danny: Okay, so you can phase through walls, shape-shift, and read minds? J’onn: Correct. Danny: I can phase, fly, shoot ectoplasm, and scream so loud it shatters windows. J’onn: Fascinating. Danny: Wait—can you do that thing where you get really big and scary? J’onn: Do you mean this? [transforms into a massive, monstrous figure] Danny: [wide-eyed] Okay, yeah, that’s terrifying. Teach me.

J’onn: Your abilities seem to stem from ectoplasmic energy. Danny: Uh-huh. And yours come from… Martian vibes? J’onn: [calmly] We call it genetic superiority. Danny: [grinning] Fancy way of saying “alien magic.” Got it.

[Danny tries to prank J’onn]

Danny: [invisible, sneaks up behind J’onn] Boo! J’onn: [doesn’t flinch] Your ectoplasmic signature gave you away. Danny: Dang it! How’d you know? J’onn: [smiling slightly] I could hear you laughing before you phased.

[Martian Manhunter Reads Danny’s Mind (danny let him)]

J’onn: Your thoughts are… chaotic. Danny: Thanks. I try. J’onn: You also appear to be replaying a jingle about snacks in your head. Danny: [grinning] It’s a coping mechanism.

[In the Watchtower Cafeteria]

J’onn: Earth food is… peculiar. Danny: [eating a sandwich] You’re not wrong. So what do you eat? J’onn: Martian plants and thought energy. Danny: Thought energy? That sounds like something a ghost would do. Are you sure you’re not, like, half-ghost too? J’onn: [raises an eyebrow] I am not. Danny: Sure, sure. That’s what I said before I fell into a portal.

[Later, J’onn texting the Justice League Group Chat]

J’onn: The ghost child is… peculiar. The Flash: That’s just Danny. Green Lantern: Did he prank you yet? J’onn: He tried. It was… underwhelming. Danny: [joins chat] I’ll get you next time, Space Dad. J’onn: I am not your “Space Dad.” Danny: [grinning] Too late.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Unknowing World-Ender

As Danny’s age and power grew, so too did his haunt. What was once just a single room ballooned into a city, a planet, then far beyond.

His own cosmic playground to rearrange however he wanted.

That unto itself wasn’t too unusual for a ghost. Though his scale was grander than most, plenty of ghosts created sizable haunts of their own too. Even the hollow simulacra of alien lifeforms he created to populate the space weren’t entirely unheard of in the Zone.

Perhaps because of that fact, no one paid close enough attention to notice when it became something more. Not just a Haunt, but a living universe.

Nor did Danny notice the shift either. Space still bent to his will same as before, and the simulacra were already complex enough that being truly alive didn’t look too different at a brief glance. Besides, his attention was usually focused on a far grander scale. Sure, he sometimes enjoyed sculpting out the little things, but his art usually consisted of shaping entire starscapes.

So he continued as before, reshaping his realm to fit wherever his whims took him.

Unintentionally causing an untold amount of chaos and terror amongst the now-sentient denizens of his universe as they watched an incomprehensibly powerful entity creating and destroying whole swaths of their reality.

[toonerdformyself]

Batman is my bicycle, i will ship that old man with EVERYBODY and i say that without shame

SuperBat? Obv

WonderBat? Even better

Brutalia? MY GOAT

BatCat? They are MY married couple

GhostBat? DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED

BatArrow? Best childhood friends to lovers

BatLantern? Yes ofc

Bruce x Constantine? Dont put me in a room with those two

TwoBats? Ah yes, my fav tragic love history

LEGO batman x LEGO joker? Sure, but only in that font

SuperWonderBat? YOU KNOW i love my trinity

Brutalina? I haven't tried it but I sure like it

Feel free to tell me your ships so i can ship that man with even more people

but what I don't support, NOT EVEN A BIT, is batcest, don't start that sh*t with me

[thelesbianthespianposts]

hey btw every time you dumb down a superhero in order to make the resident Bat look smarter an angel fucking dies

[pattyproof]

SONIC SHADOW SILVER

X

FLASH BATMAN GREEN LANTERN

[spidey-webs]

DC fandom is so strange.

You got one portion of the fandom insisting Bruce hates Hal and thinks he sucks (in general or at being a hero), which is completely incorrect no matter what version of the characters you’re looking at.

And another portion of the fandom that ships them, which is not baseless at all, but somehow the ship is completely divorced from that base anyway. Like they canonically do have a dynamic one can easily make shippy, but that is not at all what any Batlantern I’ve seen invokes.

Like. Bruce developed a whole batshit psychological complex of perpetual distrust over Hal’s descent to madness. So much so that if you made a list of events in comics that canonically completely rewrote Bruce’s entire worldview, character, and relationships, Hal becoming Parallax would probably rank only below deaths of his family based on how different his philosophy is before and after. Pretty much everything people know about modern Batman has some of its roots in Bruce’s fucked friendship with Hal.

But. That just. Never comes up ever??? In fandom?? On either side?????

I guess part of the problem is the disjointed nature of comics, where it’s not always easy or even possible to follow the narrative through line of character relationships between titles and writers and retcons. And on top of that, comics used to be a lot more subtle, with subtext and unspoken themes, which maybe not every casual reader will pick up on. But even considering that, the…blindness to Hal and Bruce’s canon, super messy decades spanning history is bizarre. They had one of comics’ sloppiest friend breakups ever and not even the shippers talk about it??

[pfpanimes]

⌕ DC COMICS • hal jordan.

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[pinkiemachine]

Concept: an episode of the Justice League cartoon where the MCs get sucked into a 90s teen movie… powers get reset to when they were that age.

[the-fyre-flie]

Some more Billy Batson as a normal Justice League member as a kid HCs, mostly school related stuff hehe.

Billy frequently gets assigned Watchtower duties. And by that, I mean routing calls, managing the space station, and being the alarm in case things go wrong. This means a lot of being alone in space in a mostly empty floating hunk of metal doing nothing but telling heros they have backup coming or redirecting them to Batman because their problem is out of his pay grade. While doing all of this, I can imagine him sitting cross-legged in a giant chair doing online classes. (Bruce signed him up. He can accept his adoptive son risking his life, but he refuses to raise another drop out).

Billy, on Zoom with his teacher: No, Mr Smith, I am not in a space station. I swear.

Hal: *floats by outside the window, doing repairs on the Watchtower*

Billy:...its a green screen...

*the Watchtower suddenly lurches to the side as Hals distant yelling about "STUPID FUCKING SPACE JUNK" is heard*

Billy: a very realistic green screen...

Billy actually really enjoys being able to do online classes in space. His favorite spots to work in the Watchtower change every few weeks, but most of them have gained a few chairs/tables/blankets once other heros notice. His top 3 would be the main control room, one of the smaller meeting rooms, and the observation deck. On multiple occasions, heros have walked into a completely dark meeting room to find Billys face lit up by a screen as he shushes them (he's in the middle of testing).

Billy, groaning: Gosh dang it... my counselor wants a parent teacher conference...

Bruce, brow furrowed: Why? You have high grades.

Billy: Apparently, leaving mid exam to save the southern hemisphere from an alien invasion doesn't count as an excused absence...

[zhelin-thames]

Danny meets JL members #8

[Danny floating around a space station, inspecting glowing tech. Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) appears, constructing a giant glowing boxing glove with his ring.]

Green Lantern: [grinning] Who are you, Casper? And why are you messing with that? Danny: [turning around] First of all, rude. Second, it’s Danny, not Casper. Third… this thing was glowing. I’m like a moth to a flame.

Danny: [looking at Hal’s ring] Cool toy. Green Lantern: [smirking] It’s not a toy. It’s a highly advanced weapon powered by willpower. Danny: Uh-huh. So, like… can I try it? Green Lantern: [laughs] No way, kid. Danny: [phases through Hal and tries to grab the ring] Come on, share the cool space bling! Green Lantern: [yanks his hand away] Okay, definitely no.

[Danny watching Hal make constructs]

Danny: You’re telling me that thing can make anything? Green Lantern: Yep. As long as I can imagine it and have the will to sustain it. Danny: [grinning] So, like, a giant pizza? Green Lantern: [sighs, makes a glowing green pizza] There. Happy? Danny: [pretending to eat it] Meh, needs ectoplasm.

[Hal sees Danny go intangible to dodge lasers during a fight.]

Green Lantern: Okay, not bad, Ghost Boy. Danny: Thanks. You’re doing great too—for someone using a glowing green mood ring. Green Lantern: [narrowing eyes] It’s not a mood ring. Danny: [grinning] You sure? It kinda screams “emotional support jewelry.”

[Danny tries to prank Hal mid-mission.]

Danny: [phasing into the cockpit of Hal’s spaceship] Boo! Green Lantern: [not even looking] Saw your glowing trail. Nice try. Danny: Dang it! Why do you space people keep catching me? Green Lantern: Kid, you literally glow. Stealth is not your strong suit.

[Green Lantern tests Danny’s creativity with constructs.]

Green Lantern: If you had a ring, what would you make? Danny: [grinning] A giant thermos to trap bad guys. Green Lantern: …Why a thermos? Danny: Because ghosts. Duh. Green Lantern: [muttering] This is why I don’t work with teenagers.

[Green Lantern complains to the Justice League group chat.]

Green Lantern: Why is the ghost kid my problem today? The Flash: He’s everyone’s problem, Hal. Welcome to the club. Wonder Woman: Perhaps he’s a test of patience. Batman: He’s surprisingly effective. Danny: [joins the chat] Aw, Bats thinks I’m useful. Green Lantern: Who gave him access to this chat?!

[Later, Danny with Sam and Tucker]

Danny: So, I met Green Lantern today. Cool guy, bit of a control freak. Tucker: Dude, his ring can do anything! Did you try it? Danny: No, but I did call it a mood ring. Pretty sure he hates me now. Sam: Sounds about right.

Masterpost

[moranamorena]

Please, tell me your one-sentence long unpopular opinion about DC comics's heroes, with no explanation

Mine is: Green Lanterns should be overpowered and able to take down the entire Justice League

[rvstyartstar]

A martian with an addiction and his friends with daddy issues have banger comics

[t-mato]

it's them finally 💚❤️

[cinnamongrl2006]

Warnings: established relationship, fluff a/n: I have two other Hal pieces (requests) on drafts but my head was not working enough today to finish and post them, expect them tomorrow

Hal Jordan loved like he flew—bold, unrelenting, and with his whole heart in freefall. It wasn’t a love he spoke about much, but it was there, obvious in everything he did.

He'd never felt like this, not really, before he met you. Barry said he was pussywhipped, smitten; Hal only told him to fuck off—although he agreed, he was obsessed with every little thing you did. He'd watch you lean over cabinets in the kitchen or lay on the couch with your feet draped over his lap, like he was observing a fawn in the forest—cautious, awed, as if you could (would) run away any second if he was too brash, which he usually was.

He was brash and bold, not made for love, he thought, because love hurt, and he had no time to hurt. Not anymore. Years of flying high and fighting battles, losing loved ones, had taught him that vulnerability was a weakness, a rip in the armor that could be exploited. So, he wore his brashness like a shield—loud, unapologetic, and often reckless. It kept people at a distance, it was a barrier that protected his heart from the scars of rejection and loss.

And then you showed up, pretty wide-eyed thing, so careful when you touched him it felt like worship. Each brush of your fingertips against his skin sent ripples of warmth through him. You approached him with a tenderness that was almost foreign from how deprived from it he'd been; and things changed. He no longer feared the risk, he welcomed it with open arms.

He was still reckless; it was just that now he had somebody to come home to—somebody looking up at the sky, hoping he was safe. Someone to kiss and hold when he returned, to share the weight of the world with and to remind him that he wasn’t alone. It made the risks feel a little less daunting, knowing there was love waiting for him at the end of the day.

Of course, he never called it that out loud; love was a word reserved for the private corners of his mind. He whispered it against your skin when you slept at night, his lips pressed to your throat, the warmth pulsing beneath them. He said it so softly, so quietly, that not even God could have heard the true extent of his devotion to you.

That didn't mean he wasn't into public displays of affection, he loved touching you in public, grabbing your waist and arms, kissing your lips, face, neck. He liked manhandling you, letting every person in the street or restaurant, or supermarket line know you were his. He had fucking made it, not them.

When you complained he was too clingy he'd just smile, sharp white canines glistening before he sank them in the side of your neck, or on your wrist, soothing the ache with a kiss.

You had this innate ability to make him feel seen in ways he had never allowed anyone to. When you reached out, it was as if you were offering him a lifeline, a way to connect beyond the surface level he was so accustomed to navigating.

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