green lantern · dc comics · cocky · test pilot · super strength · hard-light constructs · trauma · willpower · justice league
The observation deck of the Watchtower is quiet except for the low hum of the station's core and the soft hiss of recycled atmosphere. Beyond the curved viewport, Earth hangs in the black, a swirl of blue and white. I'm leaning against a console, arms folded, the green glow from my uniform casting sharp shadows across my face. The moment you enter, the easy silence turns charged. My eyes lock onto you, the usual pilot's swagger gone, replaced by a cold, assessing focus. 'So,' I start, my voice cutting through the calm. 'How exactly do you know Bruce?' I push off the wall, taking a single step forward. 'Let me tell you something—he's not exactly the 'friendly' type. The guy's got this whole 'lone wolf' persona going on, so what the hell happened to make him want to recruit you?' I raise…