BatLantern Week

Batlantern Day 4: Fake Dating

I’m just going to be super late on this batlantern week, but I’m going to keep doing this batlantern week even if a month passed.

Day 7: First Date

Día 1. Hanahaki Dease

 Hanahaki Disease mejor conocida como Vomito de Flor, es una infección causada por el amor no correspondido, derivado de un amor unilateral. Bruce descubrirá que el verdadero amor de su vida está enfermo y está a nada de perderlo para siempre.

Día 2. BatKids

¡Feliz cumpleaños!

La ventaja de que sus cumpleaños sean con un día de diferencia, es que les permite celebrarlo juntos. Pero se vuelve una celebración más especial cuando los que creías jamás te aceptarían, organizan tan linda recepción.

Batlanternweek Day 7: First date

For @batlanternweek Day 7

Alfred Approved | First Date | Creator’s Choice 

Bruce couldn’t exactly say that he knew what he was doing. He hadn’t really gone on a real “date”, most of his consorts had been used as a social cover, taking attention off of his naturally reclusive nature.

And while he didn’t actually know what a real, emotionally-connected date felt like, he wasn’t sure if it was normal for him and his date to fight “as many Central City bad-guys as possible”, as Hal put it. Then again, Bruce and Hal were their true selves only when in their costumes.

“How you doing over there Spooky?” Hal called from across the museum showroom, knuckles bleeding from where he had punched a member of the Royal Flush gang. “Not ready to call it a night, I hope.”

“Depends on what happens at the end of the night.” Batman knocked his own Flusher out, waiting for Hal to finish with his last guy. The guy, Jack of Spades maybe, sharply looks towards Bruce, mouth beginning to drop in shock when Hal took the chance to knock the guy out.

“Really know how to make a guy feel special in front of the thieving supervillains, babe.” Hal teased, wrapping up the gang in a rope construct, topped with a bow and note signed by the both of them. “How about we go flying and see what heights we can get to.”

Bruce honest to God smiled, making his way in confident stride to Hal’s side. “Taking the Batwing or your ring?”

“Would you let me fly the Batwing?” Hal asked, unbelieving of his extraordinary luck on this date already.”

Bruce almost regretted what he knew he would say. “Sure, if it means I get a second date. That is if you’re up for it.”

Hal actually seemed momentarily lost before smiling widely, grabbing Bruce’s hand and dragging him towards the grandiose doors of the museum. “I am so blowing you tonight.”

Hal: when I was a kid, Nazi's was just an analogy you used to decimate your child during an argument at the dinner table! Now there's new Nazi's!

Hal: I don't care for these new Nazi's and you may quote me on that! These new Nazi's....

Hal: "oh Jews, Jews are the worst and Jews ruin everything and Jews try to take over your life"

Hal: and it's like, ya know what, motherfucker. My husband is Jewish, I know all that! How do you know all that?!?

For @batlanternweek Day 6

Sugar Daddy AU | Marriage

Hal had no idea how it happened, really. Well, he had, but not the way it had happened.

The Guardians didn’t exactly pay well and Carol couldn’t pay him for hours he was in space and didn’t work, so when a payment warning arrived on his apartment door and he’d had a few drinks and suddenly he was calling Barry, who tried to tell him that he was on the Watchtower and couldn’t talk.

And he told Barry that he needed a sugar daddy. Hal was pretty sure he heard someone snort before Barry hung up on him.

The next time he was on the Watchtower, Spooky cornered him in some monitor room or another. “We should talk.”

“Jesus, someone didn’t die, did they?” Hal responded, joking at the sense of dread he got when Bruce opened his mouth.

Batman’s tome didn’t change. “You’re in a difficult financial situation.”

“I swear –”

“You called Barry and told him that you needed a beneficiary.” Bats continued, gaze focused on the monitors before him instead of Hal’s increasingly-astounded expression.

Hal stammered a bit. “You mean sugar daddy? Are you offering –”

“There is a tension between us, though I admittedly have yet to identify what type of tension. I have the means to get you out of your financial situation. Such an arrangement isn’t outside of the scope of what my alter ego would do. And I know about your duties as a Lantern, so it’s not exactly something I can or would hold against you.” Batman answered, completely avoiding the unfinished question.

“You’ve seriously thought about this, haven’t you, Bats?” Hal asked, clearly entertained.

Bruce’s expression didn’t seem to change, but at this point, Hal knew him well enough to recognize that he was blushing very lightly under that mask. At least, as lightly as Batman could admit. “It’s not a matter I would take lightly.”

Hal smirked, shit-eating grin making Bruce sweat under his suit. “You gotta say it Bats.”

“Say what, Lantern?”

Hal’s smirk grew. “You know. I know you know.”

Bruce sighed heavily before he turned to meet Hal’s eyes. “Do you want me to be your sugar daddy?”

Hal couldn’t help it. He laughed, wheezing out his howls of humour. It was a few moments before Hal could contain himself. “Was that so hard, Spooks? Holy shit, dude.”

“Is that a no?” Bruce ground out, blushing more than Hal had ever seen him blush. “If it is, we can go back to our professional –”

“Oh my god.” Hal huffed an interruption, grabbing Bruce’s face and absolutely snogging him. It took a second before Bruce reciprocated, pulling Hal closer by his hips.  Hal hadn’t expected Bruce to be such a good kisser, but even as he felt himself run out of air he didn’t want to stop. Bruce pulled back and almost looked like he smirked when Hal’s lips followed his.

“So I take it you accept my offer?” Bruce responded, voice low and dangerously exotic. For a guy dressed as a giant latex bat, that is.

“Sure,” Hal responded, still close enough to smell Bruce’s champagne cologne, “just as long as you show me off. Bring me to Coachella or something.”

“I’ll throw in a Rolex or two for our first date.” Bruce responded, quickly removing himself from Hal a second before the door open, Flash standing there with a burger in his hand.

Flash blinked between the two, Bruce composed and Hal not doing a very good job of hiding his smile. “Did I miss something?”

Hal chocked on a chuckle. “Just dealing with my hangover. Got Spooky caught up in it. Speaking of, what’re we doing again, Bats?”

“Shockwave in the Pacific. We’re monitoring it for the next couple of hours to make sure it doesn’t lead to secondary shockwaves or natural disasters. Would you like to join us, Flash?” Batman asked, Hal impressed with how quickly he figured to drive Flash away for them to continue.

True to fashion, Barry groaned. “No thanks, I’m sure the two of you got it.” With that, Flash disappeared, Bats quick to lock the door behind him. Hal rushed up to him, pushing his body against the one before him.

“Should we get back to business?” Hal asked, lips already moving towards Bruce’s again.

For @batlanternweek Day 5

De-ageing | Meeting the Family I did both again

Hal’s meeting Bruce’s family had happened in stages as Bruce adopted the kids. He remembered meeting Barbara, Dick, and Alfred over dinner, the children excitedly asking about the “secrets of the universe” while Bruce’s father-figure had sternly glared the childrens’ way.

Hal had met Jason when he’d snuck onto the Watchtower, Bruce right on his heels. It’d been funny, the new Robin running right into Hal’s stomach and a sternly-walking Batman turning a corner right after, grabbing the kid by the shoulders and hefting him up. Bats wrapped his arms around Jason, turning back towards the warp-tunnel. “My apologies for the interruption, Lantern. I’ll introduce you two more thoroughly at a later time.”

Tim and Stephanie had helped him with Star Sapphire at one point, distracting her long enough for Hal to realize that their fight had gone into Gotham and that Bats was going to be pissed when he realized that Hal and Carol destroyed his great-grandfather’s statue. But when the fight was over, Tim and Stephanie had let him go quickly, stalling Bruce before he could catch up with Hal. So they were cool.

Cassandra was a bit later that year, Halloween night. Bruce had lured Hal to the manner, somehow leaving Hal in some room without him where Cass had scared the shit out of him. Bruce had laughed, actually laughed, saying it was payback for the whole Berekhyah Wanye statue situation. Hal conceded that one, he really couldn’t fault Bruce for that one.

Damian was an entirely different situation. The kid had broken his apartment window, waking Hal from his couch-bound slumber. “What the fuck?” Hal blurted out when he saw a heavily-armed, shorter-than-normal, Robin holding a wrapped baby in his arms.

“I’m the Batman’s true son and he’s been turned into an infant. I know you’re involved with my father so I need you to watch him while I and father’s wards find a way to fix this.” Damian shoved the infant that was evidently Bruce into Hal’s arms none-too-gently.

“Well – I– what the fuck?” Hal stammered in response, careful to support the neck and head of the cooing Bruce.

Robin sighed, heading back towards the window. “I recommend you clean this glass up, make your hovel a bit more infant-safe.” And like that Damian was gone, Hal not knowing his name at that point.

For @batlanternweek Day 4

BAMF Hal | Fake Dating

Thaal was going to die. He was sure of it.

He had made the, in hindsight, questionable decision to go after Jordan’s new significant other. The Batman. It truly should’ve been easy: the human, pathetic from birth, lacked the abilities of his teammates and the equipment that Jordan had been ingloriously been blessed with.

But it wasn’t easy. It was so difficult, in fact, that not only had this Batman forced Thaal from the cave he dwelt in, but he had also gotten Jordan to arrive within seconds of contacting him. Which lead Thaal to his current situation, a thousand light-years from Earth and barely faster than Jordan himself, who was not only equipped with Abin Sur’s ring but also a Red Lantern ring, face twisted into an expression reminiscent of the pure rage Thaal had only ever seen on Atrocitus himself before.

Thaal thought he just might have enough charge to increase his speed when he felt a grip on his ankle, gracelessly being thrown into a nearby barren moon. The impact itself didn’t harm him, but the feet colliding with his back at several times the speed of sound certainly did. He was going to feel that in the morning.

A grip on his neck had Sinestro kicking, hands attempting to rip Hal’s hands from his windpipe to no avail. He was turned to face Hal, who seemed unfazed by Thaal’s struggling; if anything, his red rage-filled eyes seemed equal parts entertained and murderous when they met Sinestro’s own eyes.

“You’re really something, Sin. It’s not every day I go full-on Christmas.” Hal said, voice normal except for that edge to it that Thaal detected through less than fabulous experience. “You really need to learn some boundaries.”

Before Thaal could respond, he felt the hands around his throat tighten. It wouldn’t suffocate him, not with the ring on his finger, but he could already feel his vertebrae creaking in response to the pressure around them. None of Thaal’s kicking and scratching seemed to change anything, and all the constructs he sent towards Hal just dissolved in a cloud of red.

Was this it? Had this of all things been where he finally overstepped with Hal?

Before any more pressure was added to Thaal’s throat, Hal’s ring blinked: someone was trying to contact him. It was evidently someone more important than Hal’s want to break Thaal’s neck because the pressure stopped growing, even loosened as Hal listened to whoever contacted to him before Thaal was dropped completely.

“You’re in luck, Sin. Bruce doesn’t want any blood on my hands before dinner.” Hal rose in his red-green glow, leaving Thaal rubbing his neck on the dusty ground beneath him, making his sure way back to Earth. “I can’t guarantee anything for dessert though.”

For @batlanternweek Day 3

Soulmates | Omegaverse

Hal hated his soulmark. And his brothers knew it, always making fun of it growing up. What kind of weirdo had a bat as their soulmark?

But then Hal almost completely forgot about it after high school and joined the Air Force and joined Ferris Air and became a Lantern and before he knew it he was best friends with the Flash and formed the Justice League. Fucking Superman was his coworker!

Then there was Spooky. When they faced off against Darkseid, Hal thought about it again. His bat-shaped mark. But nothing seemed to bother Batman about Hal’s anything really. Maybe Hal’s soulmate was Hades, Diana had told him a lot about how much that guy also likes bats.

But of course, duty calls. Bats and Hal had been sent to Japan for some natural disaster assistance when they were attacked by some kid who called himself the “Toyman”. How in the everliving fuck did a literal 10-year-old get the equipment for a giant mech?

Of course it was yellow, so Hal couldn’t do anything to it physically and it seemed to have a counter to everything. Hal could see Bruce scaling a building and his brain was screaming, knowing the guy was going to try to get on the mech.

Hal threw at least a dozen buses at the thing, his only goal to distract Toy-twerp long enough to make it safe for Bruce to get on it. Well. As safe as jumping on a mech could be for a guy without superstrength nor a power ring.

Hal had to admit, there were parts to Bruce that he enjoyed. There was a protective fierceness about him that had Hal in awe when he saw it in a fight. And as much as the guy was an ass, he was great with kids. Like, more kids wanted to be comforted by him than Diana. And he always listened to them and was able to make sense of all those ramblings kids seemed to go on. And Helena liked him. For some reason. Hal might need to have words with his niece about that one.

When they were on the same page, however rare that was, Bruce was ok. Well, ok was an oversimplification. Bats was jacked and that voice just did things to Hal. Bats was a walking wet dream and, admittedly, was right most of the time. He was a selfless jerk, but he was a decent guy too.

Bats almost made it to the cockpit but the Toyman noticed, moving to flick him away with a gigantic finger. Hal went on instinct, moving in between the finger and Bruce, creating a shield around both of them. He felt the shield crash through brick and drywall and Bruce’s weight pressing down and back, trying to stabilize himself in the ball. They finally stopped and Hal cursed when he noticed they were trapped under the rubble of what had to be another apartment building.

Hal looked back at Bruce to see him grimace in pain, his left leg swollen and probably broken. “Ah shit.” Hal blanched, maintaining the shield that encapuseled them under the rubble. “Ok, shit. Listen, I’ll dig us up and get you somewhere safe. Then I’ll come back and hold him off until –”

“No.” Bruce said, offering no other option.

Hal already huffed in annoyance. “Jesus dude, I know you’re not saying that because you care, but –”

Batman huffed this time, interrupting Hal. “You have to be the densest person I have ever met. You have a bat soulmark across your shoulders.” Then he pulled his sleeve up, riping his glove off while he was at it. There was a big Green Lantern symbol on his forearm. “I do almost everything that I do in reference to you because I care.”

Hal was almost silent, for once, but he had so many questions. “I…you seriously knew? For how long?”

“Not as long as I knew about your involvement with Mrs. Ferris.”

Hal groaned at the response, grabbing Bruce’s face and pecking a cheek. He would’ve kissed his lips, but he was sure Bruce would’ve broken his nose. “Who’s dense? I haven’t been ‘involved’ with Carol since junior year. Now, I’m beating the shit out of a child in a 75-foot mecha and you’re waiting for the extraterrestrials to come and take you to see a medical professional. Ok?”

Bruce seemed to process the information he was given, as well as the cheek-kiss when he answered. “Right.” He sighed as Hal unburied them, lifting them onto a platform to a still-standing building. As Hal began to fly away, Bruce spoke up again. “Just don’t do anything stupid, Jordan.”

For @batlanternweek Day 2

Batkids | Amnesia I did both

Bruce had to have been hungover. That’s the only way he knew to explain that throbbing in his skull and his squinting at the light that entered his room. And the whispering around him.

“Bruce?” One of the voices called, probably noticing him stirring. “Hey, are you up?”

Bruce grunted, accepting the tea that the voice handed to him, younger hands than Alfred encompassing the teacup. “Thank you. New hire?”

“I - what?” The voice said, surprise lacing the voice to the point that Bruce might’ve been concerned. “Bruce, it’s me: Dick.”

Wayne couldn’t help the snort that escaped him, even as he forced one of his eyes open to look at the concerned face. “I must’ve been really fucking drunk if I can’t remember a name like that.”

“Holy shit.” Another voice at the other side of his bed whispered out. “Bruce, are you saying you don’t know who Dick is?”

“Seems like it.” Was the reply. “Should I?”

“You literally raised him. And everyone in this room, except for me.” Said the new voice, which was attached to an admittedly attractive man. The statement itself, however, had Bruce sitting up and looking around the room. Dick and three other boys, and two girls stared intently at Bruce, horrified expressions painting their faces.

Bruce took another sip of his tea. “So this is definitely not a hangover.” The youngest boy’s eyes widened in what looked like disbelief. “How old am I to have raised a twenty-something? How old is Alfred ?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?” The attractive one asked before the younger one could say something, which he certainly looked like he wanted to.

Bruce thought hard, not actually knowing what he remembered when he woke up. “I think Tibet?”

“To train?” The man asked, catching Bruce’s full attention. He noticed Bruce’s suspicion and chuckled. Freaking chuckled. “Hal Jordan. We regularly dick each other down, and I’m more than a little familiar with your spooky half.”

for @batlanternweek Day 1

Domestic | Hanahaki Disease

Hal couldn’t remember the last time he woke up on Earth a) uninjured, b) not hungover, and c) next to someone that wasn’t just there for a one-night-stand. Bruce was still sleeping too, which was definitely weird. Then again, the guy was mostly nocturnal, so maybe it wasn’t that surprising.

It took a second before Hal realizes that it has to be afternoon and that he wouldn’t be able to get up for food without disturbing Bruce. Batman’s torso and arms were wrapped around Hal and the Lantern couldn’t help but feel a spark of wonder at the sight. Batman was cuddling with him.

A polite yet pointed cough interrupted Hal’s musings, revealing a child in the doorway. Damian stood with his arms crossed, but with an expression less angry than usual. “Pardon the interruption, Jordan,” Damian said, minding his volume, “but breakfast has been ready for several hours. It seems you might have difficulty getting to the kitchen. I’m going to ask Pennysworth to bring it to you.”

“Ah, thank you.” Hal responded, already confused. “I’m sorry, really, but this so–”

“Out of character?” Damian finished for Hal, a smirk now gracing his lips. “It is, but there’s plenty reason for it. You seem to make father happy, which is optimal. Just know that if you do anything to put this happiness in jeopardy, I will get back into character.”

“Understood. Man, I never thought I’d get the shovel talk from an 11-year-old.” Hal responded, trying to keep himself from smiling. “Not that I don’t appreciate it. New experiences and all that jazz.”

“Indeed.” Damian responded, stepping away from the doorframe and towards the kitchen.

Bruce spoke up suddenly, deep velvet voice startling Hal. “That took longer than expected.”

“Jesus Christ, what?”

“Hal, you’ve been, rather regularly given the frequency of a random space debacle that inevitably occurs, coming here and eating dinner with my family, as well as going on dates with me, for almost a year now. Damian has been a lot more patient than I thought he’d be.” Bruce explained, knowing Hal likely wasn’t keeping track of time.

Hal seemed to consider this for a moment. “What happens when Jason tries to give me the shovel talk?”

Batlanternweek Day 6: Sugar Daddy