We're not gods
“Lantern?”
Hal was getting ready to take off when he had heard Diana calling for him.
He turned around to face her, taking in her grave expression, her face marked by profound sadness. The Amazonian princess had put on a brave face during the ceremony, looking regal even in mourning but Hal knew her grief ran deeper than the loss of a comrade. Because he had seen that look already, on someone else’s face, the day of Superman’s death. Her affection for Clark hadn’t exactly been the most guarded secret among the League.
He was doubting she would accept it but he still opened his arms discreetly nonetheless, mindful of the curious eyes watching them. Surprisingly, she took the invitation and wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a defeated sigh. She was crushing him but he didn’t have the heart to tell her, simply embracing her in kind, hoping to at least give her some kind of relief.
“You good, princess?” he asked in a whisper when she pulled away, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders still.
A rueful smile appeared on her face when she answered.
“Do not worry about me, Lantern. Worry about yourself, for once.”
Hal wanted to remind her that he wasn’t one of the two people who had lost more than a fellow Leaguer after nearly dying herself but he guessed that with the ass whooping that monstrosity had given him, her own worries were justified. He still tried for one of his signature smirks however, hoping to put her a bit more at ease.
“I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a fond look, squeezing his shoulders one last time before letting go of him completely, taking a step back.
“Since you are clearly leaving to see him, tell Batman I will visit him in a few days.”
Hal stalled and sputtered, eyes widening behind his green mask as he flailed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” he started but was quickly silenced by the unimpressed stare she fixed on him.
“Sure you don’t. Not all of us are as oblivious and naïve as Flash, my friend.”
“Diana…”
What had been happening between Bruce and him…
Hal sighed.
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