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But you didn’t look intimidated by his stature at all. If anything, you just seemed a bit shy asking him for permission to lay hands on his bike. So with a nod, he gave you the okay. In real time, he saw the sheepish expression on your face melt away and in its stead witnessed a spark of excitement light up in your eyes.

He watched you attentively as you took a few steps closer to his bike, and reached over to the handle. You were about to twist it expectantly, when Jason stopped you with a chuckle. Eyes lifting to look at the attractive stranger, you were worried that you had done something wrong already without noticing it.

“Not like that. You need to twist it towards you, all right?” Your cheeks warmed up in embarrassment, but his gloved hand simply came to rest over yours.

When he guided it in the right direction now, the bike’s engine roared to life loudly. The vibrations of the motor sent your heart tumbling into a frantic rush. To say you were impressed would have been nothing less than a blatant understatement. Jason could practically see stars form in your eyes. “You’re a fan of bikes, huh?” He huffed in amusement. His gaze drifted over your side profile as you nodded. You were pretty. Really pretty.

“Y’want to go for a ride?” The question left his mouth before his brain could catch up with what he was suggesting. It was unlike Jason to make an offer like this to someone he didn’t even know. He did it anyway, so that had to mean something, surely. Lifting his visor, he peered straight into your soul now—no kind of glass acting as a form of separation between you two.

You turned your head to look at him, and for a moment, you were just staring at him—soft lips parted. Clearly, you were as taken aback by his offer as he was. And also by those uniquely vibrant green eyes, but hopefully that wasn’t something the dark-haired biker would know.

Stranger danger should have stopped you from agreeing to something so reckless, especially in a crazy place like Gotham City, but much like Jason, you weren’t acting like yourself at the moment. “I… I mean, if you have the time.” Luckily for you, he had an extra helmet with him.

After Jason explained the basics of what you needed to know, you found yourself on the back of his bike. When he sensed that you hesitated to hold onto him, unsure of where to put your hands without crossing some sort of line, one of Jason’s hands reached backwards to grab yours and place it around his midriff.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” he ordered, but his voice was terribly kind. Then he snapped his visor back down, and you were off onto the road.

It was exhilarating; hearing the raucous vrooming sound of the engine, feeling the wind whip past your bodies.

You felt more alive than you ever had before. A thrilled little laugh came from you as you allowed yourself to enjoy the ride. Only now did you realize that you didn’t even know this stranger’s name yet. You had been too caught up in your inner monologue panicking over how bad of an idea this probably was.

When Jason sped up to overtake a car, you closed your eyes momentarily and rested your head against his back. Oh my god, this was as terrifying as it was fun.

The longer you two drove, the more your nerves began to ease into pure, unfiltered joy. You were growing more comfortable by the minute—your hands traveling along his abdomen and holding onto him tighter. At one point, your hand was pressed against his pectoral, and if you hadn’t been so swept up in the moment, you would’ve been able to feel the rapid, thumping beat of his heart.

Once you two stopped at a red light, the man you’d been clinging onto turned his head so that you could hear him better. “You good?” You might not know much about this stranger, but one thing you knew for sure: he was painfully considerate.

Jason started out driving not too fast, paid attention to your body language the whole ride through, and only began speeding up upon noticing that you had relaxed a bit. In other words, he made sure you felt comfortable the whole time, and now he was also checking in on you verbally. You were surprised by how well this was going considering how unsure you’d been about this choice.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” you spoke loudly in the hope of your voice carrying over the cacophony of traffic noise around you. With a growing grin, you added, “More than fine, actually. This is crazy!” Jason was thinking of a reply when the stoplight turned green, effectively interrupting your conversation.

Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you leaned into him, arms wrapped around him securely. Hands holding onto his front, you took notice of the warmth that seeped through the material of his black compression shirt. You couldn’t help but wonder how many days a week this man must have gone to work out to be this fucking ripped. Even from afar, it had been impossible to miss his size, but actually feeling the hard planes of muscle hidden beneath his clothes gave you a different kind of impression on just how built this man was.

Time flew by quickly. When Jason eventually dropped you off at the same gas station that he met you—he felt like it would be creepy to ask you where you lived, and your car was parked there anyway—the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins like a river of ecstasy.

Your breath was erratic as you warned him that you would get off the back of his bike now, just as he had told you to. Communication was key between the driver and backpacker. You wouldn’t want him to lose balance and let the bike fall to the ground. He likely wouldn’t have made a fuss about it, even if you did, though.

Standing on your own two feet after the addictive feeling of speeding through the streets with him felt weird. Your shaky fingers began fumbling with your helmet, and mere seconds later, Jason stood right in front of you. Noticing your struggle, he silently helped you. Your blown eyes were locked on him the entire time as he slipped it off your head. With him this close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his cologne: leather, musk, and something irresistibly warm that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It smelled almost like gunpowder, but you doubted that with how sweet this man had been to you. Either way, he smelled absolutely to die for.

You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it, and Jason watched you closely. The corners of his mouth tugged up into an amused smirk. Fuck, you were too cute.

“Thank you. That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.” You sounded so gentle, so sincere in your gratitude. It wasn’t even a big deal, really, nothing that demanded much effort on his part. Still, it clearly made you happy, and he found himself feeling unreasonably accomplished by that, which was stupid, because he didn’t know you.

Jason should have reminded himself of that. He didn’t.

After he took off his own helmet, you could finally take a good look at the entirety of his face, and it was actually embarrassing how affected you were by it. The gorgeous green eyes you had seen before, but his dark, perfectly disheveled hair alongside the faint, jagged scar on his face piqued your interest in the man.

He was gorgeous, undeniably so.

You wanted to find out more about Jason, wanted to see if he had other scars or birthmarks hidden beneath the fabric of his protective gear, wanted to ride with him again. Of course, the more debauched side of your brain couldn’t help but think of wanting to ride him too, but that unfitting thought was quickly banished into the back of your traitorous mind. Even briefly imagining that with him right in front of you, fuck, that was a horrible idea, worse than climbing onto a stranger’s motorcycle.

“Any time…” Jason trailed off, a subtle inquiry of your name. Snapping out of your thoughts, you giggled at his smoothness. The man, who had died and come back to life, swore he felt something that he’d never felt before. An odd sensation of warmth spread through his chest. Illogical. Entirely unfounded. What was up with him?

You told him your name softly, and Jason repeated it back to you like he was testing the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. “Jason.” The curt response would have seemed aloof, if it weren’t for the evident interest shining in those emerald depths of his. “Well, thank you then, Jason,” you said with a sweet smile. Your heart was pounding wildly against your ribcage, and you knew that that wasn’t just the aftershocks of residual adrenaline.

Internally, you wondered if you should ask him for his number. Then you cringed at how awkward it would be if he told you no, if he said that he had a girlfriend and this was just him trying to be nice earlier. “Okay, I should—” You didn’t even finish your sentence, because he spoke up at the same time as you did, “Could I—” The air between you seemed static as you nodded at Jason to say what he wanted to first. “Could I get your number?” All right, girlfriend theory debunked then, you guessed.

He cleared his throat, trying to tamp down the tension he had created with the intense, deep timbre of his voice. Jason licked his lips before adding, “So we could… do this again, you know. If you’d like.” Wait, was he shy?

Jason didn’t want to come on too strong or make you feel like this was him expecting your number in return for his favor. It wasn’t like you owed him anything! He wasn’t an asshole like that. But you didn’t think that anyway.

The smile on your face broadened into an even more radiant one, and Jason had an inkling that he would grow to love this grin of yours. “Sure, I would love that. Maybe we could go to the library next time.” You inclined your head downward and chuckled bashfully, realizing how unspectacular of a place that sounded like. Leave it to you to suggest to the hot biker you met to go to the freaking library of all places. “I mean, if you don’t find that too boring. My aunt runs a library. I help out every once in a while, so I like the quiet there.”

Jason might have just found the woman of his dreams.

“No, no, I don’t find that boring at all,” he said, and when you lifted your head, you could tell by the look on his face alone that he meant what he said. Your eyes darted across his pretty face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip like that could contain your giddiness.

Jason might have been the man of your dreams too.

He gave you his phone, and you couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to you, as you typed your number into the phone of the handsome biker you met only today. The owner of the prettiest green eyes and the most attractive voice you ever had the pleasure of beholding. And he liked to read, apparently. It was like this man had stumbled right out of a romance novel.

Handing his phone back to him, you looked up at Jason through your eyelashes. “Call me.” Such bold words, yet coming out of the mouth of a sweet thing like you, they didn’t sound half as provocative as they should have.

Oh, Jason was definitely going to call you.

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˙⋆✮ a/n: this was inspired by sth that happened to me this week lol. lowk don’t like ts, but i’ll post it anyway, bc i don’t want to scrap the fic. and also again, this is a drabble that turned into a one-shot. like, ugh, guys, i cannot write short stuff for the life of me 😭😭 this isn’t even acc long to me, but it’s definitely also not drabble-kinda short ykwim

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Let's break this down and get into Sinestro's design--- not as a headcanon, but as a character whose canon history, symbolism, and emotional center repeatedly point toward queer coding, particularly in relation to Hal Jordan.

This isn’t about claiming Sinestro is explicitly gay in-text. It’s about acknowledging that his most intimate, obsessive, formative, and enduring bond in DC canon is with another man, and that this bond eclipses every other relationship he’s ever had.

1. Sinestro’s romantic history is strikingly limited

Across decades of comics, Sinestro has had very few romantic or sexual relationships, none of which are treated as central to his character:

Arin Sur, his late wife — a foundational tragedy, but long in the past

Lyssa Drak, an advisor he sleeps with in passing

Arsona, a Korugarian officer he held feelings for

And that’s… basically it.

None of these relationships:

Define Sinestro’s arc

Reshape his ideology

Rival his emotional intensity elsewhere

Haunt him the way one relationship does

Because Hal Jordan eclipses all of them.

2. Hal Jordan is Sinestro’s emotional axis

Sinestro has:

Called Hal his truest friend

Called Hal his most hated enemy

Stated their bond is a tragedy because they will always be friends no matter what

Identified Hal as the person who causes him the greatest pain and turmoil

Expressed a desire to teach Hal fear the same way he once taught him will

That isn't casual rivalry. It's intimacy reframed as conflict.

One of the clearest examples comes when Sinestro is confronted by his greatest fear — and Hal Jordan manifests. Not Arin. Not Korugar. Not the Guardians.

Hal.

Fear reveals the heart. And Sinestro’s heart revealed Hal.

3. Mentor, fixation, obsession — the foundation of their bond

Sinestro wasn’t just another Lantern to Hal.

He was:

Hal’s mentor

The Greatest Green Lantern of All before Hal

The standard Hal measured himself against

The person Hal openly admits he wanted to follow more than impress anyone else

Hal has canonically stated that his ambition wasn’t about greatness — it was about being by Sinestro’s side and doing what Sinestro believed was right.

That level of devotion, especially from a hero like Hal Jordan, is not neutral.

4. Violence, restraint, and physicality as intimacy

Sinestro is repeatedly shown:

Choking Hal

Restraining him

Holding him physically still while asserting dominance

Speaking the final word— which Hal does not challenge

This is not portrayed as random brutality. It’s specific, focused, and exclusive.

Sinestro does not engage this way with others.

The physicality reads less as hatred and more as possession, control, and unresolved intimacy.

Imma just drop this here

and

5. “Enemy” and “friend” as the same person

Sinestro has only ever framed one person as both:

His greatest enemy

His closest equal

His most trusted mind

His deepest wound

Hal Jordan.

Love is often described as a sword and a shield — the thing that protects us and the thing that can hurt us most, because it knows where we’re vulnerable.

That duality maps perfectly onto Sinestro’s relationship with Hal.

6. Meta-text matters: casting, creators, and visual coding

Queer coding isn’t just textual — it’s historical and visual.

In Green Lantern: First Flight, Sinestro is voiced by Victor Garber, who is a gay actor

In the Silver/Bronze Age, Sinestro briefly wears a single earring in his right ear, a known queer-coded signal for the era.

That visual detail is later removed as DC moved toward stricter, sanitized masculinity

Queer coding often isn’t erased because it was meaningless — it’s erased because it was too readable.

7. Sinestro does not “spread” his fixation — it is singular

Sinestro does not obsess this way over:

The Guardians

Korugar

The Corps as individuals

Any romantic partner

His fixation is singular, enduring, and personal.

And it’s Hal.

8. I'm shipping them — and it’s character/literary analysis lmao

Sinestro’s emotional core centers on a man

That bond is deeper than any heterosexual relationship he’s had

The narrative repeatedly frames that bond with intensity, obsession, tragedy, and inevitability.

That is queer coding.

My final thoughts...

Sinestro’s relationship with Hal Jordan isn't incidental. Not replaceable. Or mirrored elsewhere in his life.

It's the relationship that pretty much defines him.

And when a character’s deepest fear, greatest pain, truest friend, most hated enemy, and original pupil are all the same man— it’s worth asking why???

Because rivalry alone doesn’t explain that.

But love— complicated, obsessive, tragic love— does. And also Imma drop my favorite panel of them--