YOU...YOU CAN DO THAT? “a green lantern x team"
WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, they/them (gender neutral) reader addressed as green lantern (the creative streak continues), no beta we die like jason todd, canon-typical violence (not heavily detailed).
A/N + for @noom147 , thank you for your request! i lost the ask (AGAIN) because i can't post from where i am rn and tried to be smart about it (AGAINN) so yeah. i hope you enjoy it despite the fact that it was written at the ass crack of dawn and i was DEFINITELY not falling asleep ❤️. anyways enough yapping, ENJOYYYYY.
REQUEST + "TBA"
ROB & KF What's worse than one idiot walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader?
Two idiots walking into the headquarters of a cult that's known for offering human sacrifices to their weird leader.
And for turning his/her/their back on the two idiots for just 10 seconds- Green Lantern might just be the biggest idiot of all.
He/she/they are sprinting down the dingy halls of the old temple, deaf to all other sounds other than the weird speech some old guy is giving (and their raging heartbeat).
The speech started off as nothing more than a faint murmur, like your next-door neighbour’s TV that you can just make out; but as he/she/they dash towards the room at the end of the hall (shoving their way through whatever random members straggle along the halls) it's getting louder and louder.
Behind the closed door, an undercover Robin and Kid Flash are trapped inside a glass box (that looks nothing short of a Jigsaw trap), staring at the old man who’s back is turned to them.
"But do not fret." The man sighs wistfully, turning on his heels to approach the glass box currently holding Robin and Kid Flash. He takes a second to take them in, before he’s turning to the console on his right and pressing a button.
With a soft click, water starts rushing up from the cracks of the floor under their feet.
"Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
Yet before Robin and Kid Flash can even start to panic, the doors are swinging open, and a (extremely dishevelled) undercover Green Lantern is marching towards the cultists with a glowing bat in their hands.
The cultist turns around, nearly jumping out of his skin at the teenager with the glowing bat being swung over his/her/their shoulder.
"How did you-!"
Thunk!
The pair blink at the heaving Green Lantern.
He/she/they are too busy staring down at the unconscious man to make sure he stays down, all while catching his/her/their breath. The energy used to construct the bat slowly starts to disintegrate in his/her/their hands.
KF whistles, and that seems to get him/her/them out of his/her/their trance and moving up to the console to press a couple buttons.
A couple clicks later, and the water starts draining itself, and the ceiling of the box lifts open, and that's all it takes for Green Lantern to hunch over the console to continue catching his/her/their breath.
"Now we know if we ever need a batter-" Robin starts.
"Shut the fuck up." He/she/they wheeze, glaring at the two boys who've finally made their way out the box.
"I... have never... in my life... ever ran that fast... all... because of you... idiots."
Kid Flash blinks at them. "...At least you have a great swing."
"Shut it."
AQ, MG & SUP "M'gann!"
Green Lantern can hear Superboy's voice echo across the warehouse, and the worry in his call is enough to send him/her/them flying towards them, noting the heat radiating from their side of the warehouse as he/she/they approach.
"Is she okay?" Green Lantern yells, dropping down from the air to meet them.
Miss Martian's out cold in Superboy's arms, sweat lining her brow and she's frowning even in her unconscious state. Aqualad's not doing much better either, sat against the wall and his breathing's laboured as he looks up at him/her/them with an unfocused look.
"Miss Martian and I are at our limits- the heat is far too much for us." He mutters as Green Lantern's pulling him to his feet.
"I can't blame you- why is it so hot here anyway?"
There's a sudden sound of metal, and the two standing members are whipping around to stare at a dishevelled, angry mobster who's staring them down with a wide grin.
In his hands, is possible the largest flamethrower he/she/they have ever seen.
"That'll do it."
He's got them cornered, and with one member down and their leader following suit, there's not much they can do.
"I got this." Superboy growls, about to set Miss Martian down before Green Lantern's taking a step away from the group and towards the mobster.
"Screw that- get behind me!"
Green Lantern is bracing him/her/themselves, his/her/their right fist extended and his/her/their left hand at their wrist to support his/her/their arm up as the crazed gangster cocks the oversized flamethrower onto his hip.
He/she/they can see the coil in the barrel of the flamethrower burn a bright orange just before-
...
There's a horrible smell of burnt metal and the sudden silence in the warehouse, and by the large cloud of blackened smoke, the man drops his weapon with a satisfied hum.
But just as he's about to turn around, the smoke clears, and his smile drops.
A green bubble surrounds the four teens, and he can just make out Green Lantern's smirk past the blinding glow of his/her/their ring.
ART
"Crap." Artemis mumbles to herself, looking over her shoulder to her suddenly empty quiver.
Damn-it, she could've sworn she still had at least 5 more left-
She yelps as a large crystal shard lands a hair past her ear, and she's frantically ducking down and crawling towards a nearby truck.
Reaching a hand to her in-ear, she's finds herself with no choice but to call for help.
"I need-!"
Artemis finds herself blinking at Green Lantern, who's staring back at her from where he/she/they are floating in the air.
"What are you doing here?" She asks.
"Was passing through the area when I heard reports of Icicle Jr attacking. Figured I'd check it out." Green Lantern shrugs. "Need help?"
"Something like that." She sighs. "I'm out of arrows."
Green Lantern tilts his/her/their head at her.
"You're out? Already?"
"Yeah." Artemis grumbles from where she's crouched, "I could've sworn I had more-"
"Don't worry, I got this." Green Lantern smiles brightly, offering her a thumbs up.
...
"Don't tell me you chickened out already!" Icicle Jr. laughs, making his way down the now empty street. "I was just starting to have fun."
"Hey you!"
Icicle Jr whips around, immediately throwing out a shard that Green Lantern blocks easily with an easy wall construct. As he/she/they drop the construct and lets the ice crash to the floor, the two stare each other down for a moment.
"Who the hell are you?" The criminal frowns, tilting his head at the flying teen. "Ain't never seen you 'round here before. Didn't realise even the Lanterns have a sidekick."
He/she/they smile at him, but it's not the cheery, light-hearted smile that Artemis got.
No, it's a smile that has her shivering slightly from where she's hiding- the customer service smile that a cashier gives when they're a second away from jumping across the counter and bash someone's head in.
Artemis is only proving right when his/her/their ring starts to glow, and she watches as what looks like a literal (not actually- it's still made from energy) bazooka assembles in his/her/their hands. Its weight is heavy, evident by the fact that they drop slightly in the air as they place it over their shoulder, and its clear even Icicle Jr. is unsettled.
"Because they don't have a sidekick." He/she/they explain with that creepy smile still painted on their face.
"I'm just the cool one."
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