#fem!guy

Hal is not expecting Gal to confront him as soon as she does. After his resurrection all he wants to do is sleep weirdly enough and Ollie'd offered him a bed. He doesn't expect Gal to grab the back of his jacket after he's sent away his uniform and drag him away for a chat. Hal really doesn't expect the first question she asks, kinda hoping she'd leave things well enough alone.

“Why the hell was Parallax leaving the heads of my enemies at my front door?” Gal demands.

“I think he technically told you,” Hal points out.

“That wooing thing was bullshit. Wasn't it?” Gal asks, frowning. “Alarmingly enough, no,” Hal says with a grimace. “He thought you'd be pleased.”

“He wanted to fuck me didn't he?”

“The groping didn't tell you that?”

“We were fighting.”

“He was groping you!”

“No, we were fighting,” Gal snaps.

“Gal, who the hell are you fighting that you think someone grabbing your ass or breasts is a normal move?” Hal asks incredulously. “He was groping you. He was leaving you heads like a particularly demented cat trying to show off it's the best hunter. If you had even vaguely acted flattered he would have tried having sex with you. Parallax wasn't joking about the wooing thing. His interested was fucking and knocking you up.”

“Ewww,” Gal says, a look of complete disgust crossing her face.

“Wait, he kissed you. Did you think Parallax was just trying to mess with you?” Hal asks, realization crossing his face.

“Uh, yeah? Because there's no reason I should have thought that the point of what he was doing was to try and have sex with me,” Gal says, ignoring the 'knock up' thing because ewwww. “Wait, why did he go after me for that anyway?” Gal asks, realization crossing her own face.

“Ummm,” Hal panics, eyes going wide. “HesortacouldseewhoIwasinterestedin,” he rushes out. “Andthat'showhemadehischoice.”

“Slow down and repeat that fly boy,” Gal orders, eyes narrowing.

“He could tell I was interested in you and that's part of why he choose you,” Hal grits out, not looking at her in the face. “I could see out but not do anything. He did it partially because you really did catch his attention and because it would torment me if you slept with him.”

“Since when were you interested in me,” Gal says dismissively.

“A while,” Hal mutters, still not meeting her eyes.

“What?”

“I said I was interested in you for a while, alright,” Hal says, staring down at his feet. “I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure how to and then everything happened and please let it go.”

“No,” Gal says, grabbing the collar of Hal's jacket and pulling his face down to her level. She kisses him. “I was interested asshole, and maybe we could actually try something if you ever get your head out of your ass.” Gal lets go and pushes him away, glorifying in the dumbfounded look on Hal's face. “Go sleep, resurrection's probably exhausting.”

Hal watches Gal walk away, mouth hanging open slightly in shock.

The first time it happens Gal just slams the door shut of her apartment and calls the cops, assuming it's just some dumbfuck gang member trying to intimidate her. It doesn't even occur to her at first that it's real, not until one of the cops demands to know why someone left a decapitated head on her front step. Thankfully she has an alibi, plus security tapes show a male someone dropping a bag that the head rolled out of, but the tape is frustratingly unclear over who it is.

The second and third time is even more unnerving, both happening when she's on patrol as Warrior and just barely able to have an alibi as a result. None of the cops think it's her though, not with the heads being left on her doorstep like the present from some sort of demented cat. The detective in charge of the case told her their starting to think it's some sort of serial killer with a fixation on her. Batman agrees with the detective's theory, cautioning her to keep a close eye on her surroundings.

Absolutely no one is talking about the fact that all the heads have belonged to people she's fought. That whoever is doing this is offing her enemies and then almost bringing her the heads in an effort to prove what they did. They started low on the totem pole, but now this, the six fucking head is starting to get into her more dangerous rogues. Who the fuck is even doing this?

Gal grabs her phone off the wall and dials the all-too familiar number for Detective Mariana Vasquez. The woman picks up immediately, telling her that she'll send over a squad car, and does Gal recognize the head by any chance? Or is it too mutilated? Gal answers yes to the first, the guy deals in off world drugs and they've had conflicts in the past and the head is still recognizable, but the League actually has to get publicly involved this time. The asshole in question ain't human.

By the time Mariana comes around with CSI, Batman is also here with the Robin, Bats voice soft and low as he goes over the scene and also instructs the kid at the same time. Kinda cute in all honesty even for such a fucked up situation. Bats all doom and gloom followed by an over eager ray of sunshine. It gives her something to focus on besides the fact that for the third time this month she has to get the carpet cleaned in front of her apartment due to whatever fucker is doing this.

“So, please tell me the Justice League has a clue as to what's going on?” Detective Vasquez asks Batman. “Because this is getting beyond bizarre and Baltimore really doesn't have a Metahuman's division. And that,” she says, pointing to the purple head, “ain't a regular human's head.”

“We have a theory,” grunts out Batman. “Gal, did you notice anything particularly odd about Parallax lately?”

“Oh, I'm not going to like this theory am I?” Gal asks rhetorically. “And no, I avoid that asshole. He sorta slaughtered a massive amount of our friends.”

“Well, lately he's suddenly gone quiet. Disturbingly so. Around the same time you started to receive these heads on your doorstep. It's possible he's the one leaving them here. He's one of the only people who'd be so familiar with who you fight who can get off world,” Batman says, frowning as he picks up a blood stained piece of paper from under the head with a small pair of tweezers (Battweezers?). He drops it silently into a small plastic bag that Robin holds out.

“I'm not going to have a normal case am I?” sighs Detective Vasquez. “No, don't actually answer that,” she says, holding up a hand to halt Robin's comment. Gal can practically hear the unused quip. “Parallax is the guy in the weird green armor? The one with the skunk stripe?”

Gal chokes on her laugh. Oh god, she has to use that the next time she has to deal with the bastard...especially if Bats is right and Hal's the one leaving her the heads. Why though? She thinks back to the last fight they'd had. Gal hadn't thought about it at the time, but Hal's hands had brushed against her hips and breasts several times in ways that outside of a fight could seem suggestive. The more she thinks about it the more it occurs to her that he was being suggestive. Also, the way he pinned her at one point...she'd been pissed at the time and not paying attention, but in hindsight Hal was hard.

“Yeah, that's Parallax,” Gal verifies. “I'm gonna confront him. Even though these guys are scumbags they still don't deserve to have their heads ripped off. God only knows were the rest of their bodies are.”

“We don't know for sure,” Batman starts.

“But even if not something does need to be done about Parallax. How's Green Lantern's ribs? Can the kid even breath right right now?” Gal asks, remembering a recent fight where the newest and only Green Lantern had been thrown through three buildings by Parallax.

“He can. Barely,” acknowledges Batman. “He's on a breathing tube at the moment, but he'll be fine according to Doctor Midnite.”

“So I'll deal with Parallax, or at least confront him, because this,” Gal says, gesturing to the head that two cops are delicately putting into an evidence box, “is too much. I've gotten six heads of various rogues. Six.”

“Fine. Superman will give you back up.”

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“Hey, asshole,” shouts a familiar voice, drawing Hal's attention down below. He smiles at the angry look Gal is giving him. Now that's a face he hasn't seen in a while. He'd expected her sooner.

“Hello Gal,” he says, lazy playboy grin stealing over his face. “Like my presents?”

“So you are the asshole dumping decapitated heads on my doorstep! What the hell Hal?” Gal demands, glaring at the renegade Green Lantern.

“You don't like having your enemies dealt with permanently?” Hal says, tilting his head slightly.

“You just murdered six people Hal!” Gal snaps, feeling her arms shift to form guns. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Getting your attention for one,” Hal says, scowling at her. “Don't point your arms at me, that's rude, I know what you can do with those things.”

“I would hope so asshole,” Gal snarls. “How long did that shot to your ass take to heal?”

“A day,” Hal says with a shrug, throwing her slightly.

“Bullshit, that should have taken longer,” Gal says, eyes widening in surprise.

She chokes slightly as Hal suddenly twists reality around himself and goes from standing ten feet away to only inches. Gal goes to raise her hands to blast Hal away (so stupid, why didn't you already do that?) and can't, sickly green chains holding her arms down and covering them so she can't shot the Earth around his feet and make the asshole back off.

“You should already know there's something special about me Gal,” Hal purrs, a too warm hand gently touching her cheek. He tsks at her when she tries to bite him. “Naughty, naughty pretty Warrior. No biting unless I say so. Not unless you want me biting back,” he says with a grin, too sharp teeth making Gal wary.

“What the hell are you doing dumping decapitated heads at my front door Hal?” she demands, barely holding back nerves as Hal manages to trigger every 'something isn't right!' instinct she has. There is something wrong about the expression on his face, something inhuman.

“As I said ealier, giving you a present. Isn't it easier to focus when you don't need to worry about so many enemies?” Hal asks, voice low and soothing in a warped way. “When they're all taken care of for you so you can focus on living instead of the possibility of dying?”

“I'm a fighter Hal, I don't worry about the possibility of dying,” Gal says. “I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me, I can more than do it myself, I'm a big girl.”

“Yes, yes you are,” he leers, giving her body a lingering look. The gear she wears as Warrior doesn't cover her any better than a Star Sapphire's uniform.

“I will fucking shoot your face off when I get out of these bindings,” Gal snarls.

“No pretty Warrior, I don't think you will,” Hal murmurs, bringing both hands to cup her face. He drops a soft kiss on stunned lips, pulling away before she comes back to herself enough to bite him. “Hmmm, so you don't want the heads of your enemies. I guess I need another way to woo you then.” He kisses her again, just as softly. “I'll see you soon Gal.”

He folds reality and sends himself away to think. What is the best way to woo a Warrior?

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