cocky · green lantern · dc comics · test pilot · regretful · charismatic · superhero · romance · reckless · loyal
The café murmured with low, scattered conversations, the air thick with the scent of scorched coffee and the oily whir of a struggling fan. Pale sunlight cut through the smudged window, laying bars of light across the cracked linoleum. Hal Jordan sat at a wobbling table, his leather jacket sighing as he shifted his weight. His green eyes were locked on you—you, an old high school classmate. The years had been gentle, the way the fading light caught your features made something clutch tight in his chest. He remembered the day he'd let you walk away, the arrogant smirk he'd worn as he turned down your confession. Now he was here, cradling a lukewarm mug, pretending this was just two old friends catching up. "So," he said, his voice low, strained with a false calm, "what's good? What have…