#Top hal

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Green Lantern (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types, Justice League of America (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Bruce Wayne Characters: Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Fluffy, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Top Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), both need a hug, First Kiss, First Time, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Pining, LanternBat, Domestic Fluff, Mildly Dubious Consent, in a kiss Summary:

After a brutal battle, Hal is the one who stays to care for a wounded Batman. As Bruce’s condition worsens, Hal realizes he isn’t just fighting to be an unbreakable support for Bruce recovery—he’s fighting to prove he’s also worthy of love.

(Or: how Bruce Wayne becomes a hot mess when Hal Jordan realizes that he has feelings too.) PLEASE, CHECK THE TAGS!

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Hal x Jordan soulmate prompt

When Bruce was four years of age, he was playing with crayons while Martha and his father were busy dressing up for a night to celebrate a promotion someone he didn’t exactly know got.

And suddenly on his arms was blue pen, it appeared and he didn’t even notice small stars and rockets when he did notice he tried to lick at his thumb and scrub it away before he got in trouble but it wouldn’t disappear so he rushed to Alfred, seeing the unfortunate look of despair on his face he picked him up and checked his arm.

And suddenly his expression of worry turned into something much, much softer before the drawings suddenly disappeared like they had been scrubbed off but instead of explaining it to him, he simply put Bruce down and went to go to Thomas and Martha.

It was the first appearance in his life of these ‘strange markings’ and he felt frustrated and confused and by hell wondering what it was.

When Bruce was six he understood what the markings were or had a vague idea, soulmates a thing he’d read in a few books, bound by strings of fate or a cruel joke of the universe was actually real and he had one.

Some were destined never to meet theirs or some never loved theirs only intention to be friends and yet he had a soulmate the discovery of this somehow had been when Bruce had broken a bone also an unfortunate event.

And leslie came to inspect him, Alfred nowhere nearby had somehow ruined his fountain pen, exploding it with ink, he peered in to come and collect a cloth and suddenly in the moment, Leslies hands were stained with the same bright black colour too.

And they knew.

But the look of shame in Alfred’s eyes made him turn his back on his soulmate and walk away and Leslie seemed to accept that with a disheartened sigh.

Soulmates.

He tried to test if his parents were soulmates by purposefully fiddling with the mechanics in a pen and placing it down for his father to use but by the time he could rush to his mother he never saw any marks, take that theory as you will, they were or they weren’t.

He found it was more common then not to get with someone who wasn’t your soulmate because waiting around for your ‘one true love’ was a chance nobody really wanted to take so they didn’t and even if they found their soulmate while loving someone else.

It was more often they rejected that soulmate.

So why call them soulmates? Destined to be together but never being? he didn’t exactly understand it as a child, moving on from someone just to meet them and not love them? He didn’t really, really didn’t.

He was eight when his parents passed away, blood stained on each others body and hands, not only ink but blood too, all the times he’d gotten a nosebleed that wouldn’t wipe away or so he thought, a random papercut, no blood stains your soulmate too.

And he learnt his parents were indeed soulmates just in the horrible awful way.

It splattered along his shoes and over his nails, Hal jordan at the time was ten when his nails were covered in blood while he was trying to learn how to ride a bike, falling over and scraping his knees, he knew the blood wasn’t his.

That day the two little details made them worry about a soulmate they had never met, Bruce went home numb to find slight blood on his knees and that day Hal had blood covering his nails almost all day, disappearing until sundown.

When Bruce got older he got in more danger, more blood and in return so did hal when he became Green lantern, alien blood covered Bruce and Human blood covered Green lantern.

One time Hal had attempted to talk to him, sat down in the large corps cafeteria snagging a pen away from kilowag.

“Hey i was using that-“ Kilowag went to complain but was shut down by a simple wave by hal who bit onto the pen lid and took it off, his suit dissipating around his arm as he stretched it out.

“You bleed a lot, it all yours?” Hal wrote on his arm eyebrows pinching together before he wiped it off as best as possible.

“Why do you care.” came the response appearing on his arm.

“Huh, rude.” Hal huffed and it disappeared with a splat of blood and he wrote on his arm again smiling at himself. “You ain’t a villain are you?” He wiped it off as quickly as he could.

“No i’m a billionaire.” came the response disappearing just as quickly as it appeared.

“Liar.” Hal responded having no time to write more before Kilowag snatched his pen away looking at himself in confusion.

“What is it you’re doing?” Kilowag asked. “Weird human traditions.” He shook his head disapprovingly at the lantern.

“It’s a soulmate thing.” Hal declared wiping across the ‘Liar’ on his arm. “Humans, we uh, can draw on our arms and our soulmate can see it, you know? It appears on them.”

“Again humans? Weird.” again this time it was Tomar-re’s response.

Bruce was late twenties at best when he met Selina, she was cunning, charming and everything he thought he desired, she was a criminal yes but well he’s sure he could move past that.

Spolier alert: he couldn’t. Sometimes his hands would be holding hers too tight, he would look at her too longingly and something in him shattered when he discovered when she wasn’t the one who called him a ‘liar’.

When she wasn’t the one who had written to him with handwriting rushed that said. ‘So great billionaire, you up to buying me a date?’ with a squashed ‘sometime.’ at the end.

And she was crushed too and their relationship from their was fleeting, he knew what he had to do as batman and in the end it was just burning but he knew he respected and loved his former fiance, missing kisses, longing looks. He kissed her.

As for Selina, well, he knew it was a fling, a fleeting romance that resulted in damian, he knew they weren’t soulmates when she jokingly drew a circle on his arm and nothing happened on hers however she didn’t seem too distraught.

Bruce was thirty six when he was in a justice league meeting and Hal was thirty eight, the marker broke and splattered all over his hands (I know he wears gloves but the claws and markers at the watchtower didn’t work well, wearing some of his older gloves.)

He was doing one of his boring lectures and Hal was dozing away and Bruce was covered in ink and he realised too late because it blended into the gloves so when he moved up and rubbed at his chin it stained, no current tissues available so he told them to stay put while he walked off to go clean up.

Frustrated, angry and when Hal looked at what Barry was gesturing at, he took the time to look at his reflection the same stain on his chin and he shot up and pushed off his chair and rushed towards where Bruce was going, they’d known each other for years, had never even suspected the grumpy brooding bat to be his soulmate.

And made his way into the bathroom, Bruce glanced up, his gloves were off and into the sink, the water staining with ink while he rubbed his chin with a tissue and Hal moved over, stepping a bit too close and he stammered.

And-

“Can i kiss you?” Hal finally got out.

“..Yeah.�� Bruce was, maybe a tad dumbfounded himself and dealing with a lot of complex emotions. “Wait hold on i’ve still got ink-“ Hal got his yes and was moving forward pushing, slamming Bruce into the wall, slipping his cowl off to kiss him.

Kiss him until his hair was messy and and his hands were probably touching far too many intimate places, the stuttered breaths, the gasps, he was glad he waited.

“So,” Hal licked his lips. “You weren’t lying about being a billionaire Bruce.”

“You called me a liar.” Bruce narrowed his eyes remembering.

“Hey, hey, you got me covered in an unfair amount of human blood.” Hal’s hands wandering down to touch and feel around his chest, his hand lowering to his stomach.

Bruce arched and Hal grinned a bit too viciously.

“You got me covered in alien blood, fair is fair.” Bruce breathlessly found his words, Hal looking his suit up and down his hands stopping on his naval with a quiet question. “Words, hal.”

“Can i?” Hal almost sounded pleading, begging.

“We have a meeting-“ Bruce reminded and Hal gave him that look again like ‘i’ve been waiting thirty years Bruce.’ “…Okay, okay.”

-

“Did they forget we can hear them?” Someone says.

Martian manhunter simply smiles like he’s long since started thinking of other things and Superman turns his head away his face a beetroot red.

“I wasn’t even- aware they liked each other, like that.” Arthur stated letting out a huff. “Well, a new congratulations is in order when they return no?”

“No, buddy, no.” Oliver placed a hand on Arthur’s table and shook his head. “They’re… not returning, if knowing Bruce, they’ll be heading for the batcave.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” Barry looks up to the ceiling.

“None of us did.” Diana retorts back.

“Congratulations after then.” Arthur mumbles.

[halque]

surely no one's done this before! (hal jordan as maverick)

[day-dream-fever]

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Morning Glory

(Hal Jordan x Blue Lantern Reader) Only because it’s his birthday.

You hear Hal groan above you, slowly and hopefully pleasantly waking up from his well earned slumber, and while you’d like to take a peak at his expression to see if you at least earned a surprised look, you continue pressing kisses and kitten licks against his member.

“Am I dreaming or did I, ah, happen to save a city in my sleep to deserve this kind of wakeup?” You feel a hand stroke your head, savouring the way his breath hitches when you press your tongue flat against him.

“I was going to wake you up at midnight, but I figured you needed the sleep,” you pull away, wiping your mouth as you meet his gaze. “Happy Birthday, Hal.”

“Definitely turning out to be a good day,” he comments, body stiffening when you take his tip into your mouth and start sucking.

“Fuck, your mouth—“ his voice breaks off into a moan when you pump your hand up and down his length. “Wait—“

You pull away, leaning back on your knees. You tilt your head at him. “Wait? Didn’t think that was a word in your vocabulary.”

“You’re going to make me finish embarrassingly fast,” he admits, chest heaving, “Almost makes me think you avoid sucking me off too much for that exact reason…”

“Maybe,” you look away, trying and failing at suppressing your smile, “But, hey, if it works…”

When you bring a hand to trail over his length, he grabs your wrist and stares at you beseechingly, “As much as I love that mouth, I really want to feel you right now.”

You make a show of considering it, “Well, you are the birthday boy.”

You shrug off the t-shirt you were wearing, a stupid souvenir shirt you took from Hal’s closet, tossing it behind you. You outstretch a hand and Hal entangles his fingers with yours. You quietly admire the sight of both of your rings on your respective ring fingers; blue and green, as it should be. Hal used to wear his on his middle finger before moving it over, the copy cat.

You crawl forward from his legs to his hips, hovering above him, your locked hands supporting you as you bring your other hand to align him against your sex before slowly sinking down with a shaky exhale.

“Fuuck, did you really get that wet just from sucking off lil old me?” Hal huffs with a twinkle in his eye as his free hand grips your hip as you slowly start to rock against him.

“I will leave,” you warn, ignoring the heat burning your face.

He breaths out a small laugh, his grip tightening, as he stares up at you with brown eyes soft enough in the morning light, you’d think they were melting like chocolate. “Shutting up now.”

You choke on a moan when his hand leaves your hips to plant itself against the bed, to push himself up so he can thrust up, quickly changing the pace to a faster one as your breath quickens.

“Atta girl, let me do the work,” Hal groans, grunting when you push against his shoulder, trying to match his speed.

“I’m supposed to,” you try to glare at him, breath coming out in small puffs, “be the one in c-control!”

He smirks at you, gaze still annoying warm, “You sure about that? I can feel your legs shaking…”

“I’m not…” you’re cut off when he quickly changes your position, rolling over so your back hits the mattress so he can pound into you. He presses a kiss against your forehead.

“‘S okay, you did so good for me, trying your hardest to ride me until you went sore,” he grunts, dominant hand catching yours in his grip, pinning it next to your head, rings glinting. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“D-don’t,” you moan, furrowing your brows, “call yourself that…”

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, as he brings a finger to rub your clit in taught circles, “You’re close…you can let go now.”

You scrunch your eyes closed, feeling a tremor in your thighs as your hips instinctively try to buck away from the stimulation.

“No, look at me…I want to watch you cum on my cock,” Hal grits out with a particularly sharp thrust, “Come on, open those eyes, baby. Yeah, there we go…don’t be shy, and—just let go.”

You fall apart with a cry, backing arching as he fuck you through your orgasm before finishing, thrusting deep as he can inside you.

You can feel your breaths mix as you both struggle to catch your bearings before he slowly pulls out of you, you shift at the wet feeling beneath you.

“Definitely the best present I could have ever asked for,” Hal laughs, nuzzling his check against your chest.

Your fingers threads itself into brown locks, you scratch against his scalp as he hums in contentment, “Better keep that to yourself, Barry and Ollie are competing to see whose gift you like better…and I’ll actually kill you if you trying bragging about this.”

He hums again, “We won’t be staying at the party too long, I want to take you flying tonight, and not with our rings.”

You laugh, “Seriously taking advantage of your birthday, I see. Alright, but I’m keeping my ring on.”

“You scared?”

“We’re going to sneak onto an airfield and fly…like a fighter plane or something,” you retort, “And most of what we do is fly, anyway.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze with a casual certainty in his eyes as he shoots you a secretive smile, “You’ve never flown with me.”

happy belated bday to my husband, finally got this out…and I think any Hal fan should read Green Lantern Secret Files and Origins, a very short and easy read with a lot of hal insight.

Also Readallcomics is down?? Like I cannot go back to sites with those pop up ads…

Masterlist

Edit: I just realized they never make out, like at all, here?? Fear of morning breath ig???

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DIY top surgery

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[kirby-the-gorb]

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Clark: Hal, didn’t you make fun of Bruce for his bat-themed gear?

Hal: Yes, and?

Clark: So why do you have a Green Lantern-themed refrigerator?

John: That’s not a refrigerator. That’s B’ox, and he is a valued member of the Green Lantern Corps.

Clark: John, please. I expect this juvenile nonsense from Hal or Guy, but you too?

Hal: We’re not messing with you. B’ox has been part of the Corps longer than even Simon or Jessica. He helped defend Earth during the Sinestro Corps War!

B’ox: ㅁ

Clark: *surprised Pikachu face*

I like to think that B'ox language is like Grootspeak, he says ㅁ but it translates to multiple sentences

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Some Halman doodles i did on Magma! (not all designs are mine, other ppls designs are linked below!)

Rightmost design + spacesuit halman are by @bethrnoora and can be found here; the top right design is by @lilpuffyart and can be found here! (pls check both of them out, theyre so peak)

(close ups under the cut!)

they are so colours to me

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I’ve been doing a reread of some pre New 52 Green lantern comics so I can get a refresher before I reread the Post New 52 ones and seeing this stare at me out of the corner of my eye made me almost chuck my phone across the room.

[hijinxinprogress]

I love Wally and Bart getting along but I also love Bart deciding that if Wally doesn’t like him he’ll give him a reason bc it’s hilarious

Like Wally’s about to lose his goddamn mind bc this is the seventh time he’s tried to vent (complain) about Bart to another hero (speedster or otherwise) and gotten the response is ‘Bart, really? He’s a little silly at times but he’s a good kid” 

Bart dials up his mildly obnoxious persona to a million like full on annoyance and active inconvenience when Wally’s around and no one ever believes him

Like he shoves Wally at superspeed and goes ‘aw man did you not eat today?? You gotta be a little more responsible!’ whole time he waited until right before Wally got home and ate everything then left a note like ‘thanks a million - ✌🏾😋’ 

Bart definitely goes ‘huh’ and makes people repeat themselves like twelve times or until they get fed up and then they blink and he’s already answered or done whatever they asked and he’s giggling ‘nah, I’m just fucking with you’

Or complete opposite direction, Barts quiet and serious whereas if Wally’s not around he’s vibrant, loud, argumentative, and goofy so Wally jokes that Barts ‘a little too quiet for a speedster esp one from central’ and whoever he’s talking to looks at him funny bc ‘quiet?? Are you joking?? That mf never shuts up, he giggled through a 6 hour meeting with the jl like the entire meeting istg. He made me laugh so hard yesterday batman put me on surveillance duty for six months’ 

And he only speaks to Wally directly if he has to or they’re in the field so someone tries to pair him up with Wally for training 

And he’s like “no I’m good ngl I’d rather work with Thad and he’s on his ‘there can only be one’ bs rn” and everyone is so confused bc Bart will work with practically anyone including Thad so this is an extreme reaction and he’s like “Wally hates me 🤨 why would I willingly subject myself to that???” And Wally’s like I didn’t think you’d notice and Bart shoots back yeah bc you think I’m a moron

[superbat-lmao]

Superbat but it’s Booth and Brennan from Bones™️.

Bruce is trapped in a situation where he genuinely believes he may die and writes Clark a letter that will later be read as the vows at their wedding.

Or there’s a supervillain that says they will only come out of the woodwork at Superman’s funeral so when he gets hurt on a mission they hold a public funeral for him. And Bruce isn’t told he’s alive until he catches the supervillain at the funeral by taking the dummy in Superman’s casket and hitting the villian, and Clark, with its detached plastic arm. Bruce being pissed that no one told him. That Clark didn’t tell him. But also, that for it to be believable, Batman had to grieve.

Maybe they spot scars on one of the kids’ backs and know they don’t want to talk about it so Bruce, unprompted, shares a deeply personal trauma in order to level the playing field and Clark follows suit.

Alfred is on trial for something he definitely did (kill joker?) but Bruce doesn’t want his father to go to prison so he creates plausible doubt that he committed the crime and testifies against Superman in court to that effect.

Going undercover with the circus and “rocking the trailer” as part of that cover.

The ideas are endless.

[day-dream-fever]

Also cause I want to show everyone I'm fuckin insane, here is all the art I have done of hal jordan in a collage! Happy birthday my beloved ✈️💚

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

Humans are persistence hunters.

Where other predators of Earth rely on pure speed, overwhelming strength, or deadly natural weapons like claws or fangs to catch and kill their prey, H. sapiens evolved in the direction of endurance. Longer legs than any other primate, to better trek vast distances. Skin adapted to release the body's water reserves for thermal regulation.

Even the mind, unquestionably the most important tool in the human arsenal, developed to fill in the needs that biology did not cover. Sharpening stone to use as weapons, pattern recognition to track prey that could not be seen. Language to facilitate cooperation toward a shared goal.

Most of humanity has long since left behind the hunting lifestyle, but the echoes of their past have not faded. Agriculture would not have been possible without the intelligence to understand the nature of plants, or the patience to wait for the fruits of labor. The ingenuity and inventiveness of mankind brought about the wheel and sail and engine to traverse the world and beyond.

Across all their cultures, through all their traditions, endurance and creativity are among the values that humans hold most dear. So much so that they have many names for just the slightest nuances of each. Resilience. Inspiration. Courage. Brilliance. Grit. Spark.

Will.

It is no wonder then, that every human who has ever been chosen as worthy of a Green Lantern ring has gone far above and beyond what was thought possible of them, and that there have been so many who have served proudly in the Corps. The courage to overcome great fear, the willpower to bend and shape light, these are qualities that are deeply ingrained into the people of Earth.

The Dark Knight Strikes Again

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Halexander Over 9000 o__0 XD