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Hal Jordan had expected a lot of things when he was invited to a green lantern dinner party.
An intervention was definitely not one of them.
According to John, he had “been in space to long”, and according to Kyle “avoiding his problems on earth was unhealthy”.
Guy had just snickered at him, because Guy was a dick.
Maybe Hal could have been nicer to his teammates, but being told he was basically grounded was kid of demeaning.
No Space missions unless it was an emergency, no extra shifts for the JL, and they would check in to make sure he wasn’t spending all his time patrolling as Green Lantern.
And then John had the absolute gall to use mother-fucking Batman as a paragon of mental health, because apparently raising kids cancelled out the whole crime-fighting mega-paranoid angst-machine furry thing.
So Hal was totally not pouting as he wandered through the streets of Coast City, letting the warm early morning sun kiss his skin as it shone through cracks in the skyscraper filled skyline.
Batman wasn’t all that special! If Hal ended up with a kid he could parent them just as well as that over-dramatic vampire, and he’d probably do better cause he knew how to communicate outside of Neanderthal-like grunts and lectures.
Given the chance, Hal would be ten times the dad that Batsy was, but unlike the rich emo, he didn’t stumble upon ten orphans every time he left his house.
Hearing a crash from an alleyway, Hal paused in his movements, looking in and freezing at the sight of a scrawny kid flat on his back, looking like he had just fallen out of the dumpster he was next to.
The kid was wearing a baggy green hoodie, and Hal could see fluffy black hair peeking out from under the kids hood, equally dark eyebrows furrowed over icy blue eyes.
Thanking whatever petty god that was apparently on Hal’s side, Hal strode forward to the kid inside the alleyway, ready to put his money where his mouth was.
And also where the kids mouth was, because he looked unhealthily scrawny.