3 Works by highvball
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a fair exchange by highvball
Fandoms: Green Lantern - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
30 May 2026
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"You may go. I'll collect the child when it's time."
Bruce didn't move.
Hal paused mid-step. He turned, one eyebrow arching. "I said you may go."
"I heard you." Bruce's voice was calm, unreadable. "There's a... problem."
"A problem?”
"I agreed to give you my firstborn. That's binding. You can't lie, and I assume you can't break a pact either."
Hal's eyes narrowed. "Your point?"
"I have no wife," Bruce said. "No betrothed. No lover. No one to bear the child."
or How I Saved My Best Friend by Impregnating an Ancient Forest God: A Practical Guide by Bruce W.
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one seat left by highvball
Fandoms: Green Lantern - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
10 May 2026
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“I was sitting there.”
Hal lifted his head enough to squint at the spot Bruce was clearly no longer occupying. “Well, You're not in it.”
“I stepped away.” Bruce’s voice was dangerously flat. “I was gone for less than ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes is a lifetime in space battles, Spooky. You know what? I don’t care. I just flew, like, seventeen light-years and mediated an alien war. My spine is killing me. Find another seat.”
“There is no other seat.”
“There’s a whole room of—" Hal looked around. For the first time, his sleep-deprived brain actually registered the designs. “Oh.”
“Move.”
“No.”
“Lantern.”
“Nope. Nope nope nope.”
or the one where a furniture mishap leaves exactly one good seat in the Watchtower lounge, Hal won't give it up, Bruce won't back down, and somewhere in three weeks of stubborn proximity, they both stop wanting the space and start wanting each other.
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turns out promises are binding by highvball
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types
04 May 2026
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The aisle was impossibly long. Every step felt like it took an hour. Hal kept his eyes forward, not because he was eager but because he was afraid that if he looked at the crowd, if he saw all those faces staring at him, he might actually bolt. So he stared straight ahead, toward the floral arch that framed the priest, toward the vague shape of a man waiting at the end.
The shape got clearer as he got closer.
And then it got very clear.
Hal’s steps faltered. Just for a second, just barely, but enough that he felt it. Because the man standing under the arch was—
Oh.
Oh no.