Chapter Text
30 YEARS LATER
"Four legs on a table." John said while raising his four fingers.
Hal contunied, "Four walls on a house." Kyle followed him. "Four seats in a Mustang GT."
"Four Corpsmen forever." They finished the sentence together and left.
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Four years, Hal thought when he was going home. It has been four years since Guy died. The guilt came back suddenly. He couldn't stop thinking about that day. It was all his fault...
When he realized that he was coming in front of the door, he took a deep breath and put a smile on his face. He couldn't let Carol see him like that.
When he inserted the key in the lock and entered, he found Carol while dealing with the documents. "Honey, didn't we agree to not bringing work to the house?"
"How was John and Kyle?" asked Carol without taking her head off the papers.
Hal put the key on the table and started to take off his jacket. "John said he won't run for elections this year, bored with politics. And Kyle-" Hal stopped and looked at his hand, his hand was starting to erased. "Carol, honey, I think something happening to me."
"Hal, I'm busy-" Carol turned her head that Hal was completely erased. She threw the papers on her lap to the floor with hurry. "HAL?!"
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"No, I'm done, David." John threw the jacket over the seat. "I'm retiring, tired of all this."
John was expecting a refuse but there was nothing. John was looking at the phone then he noticed his hand being erased. "What the f-" disappeared completely before he could finish his sentence.
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Kyle hurriedly closed the door behind him. How could he forget? Sarko was coming to him that evening and the house was covered with papers and pencils.
Soranik always complained that he had left his art objects. Soranik used to always complain about his art objects all over the house. "No wonder she divorced me. I'm so messy." Kyle muttered, as he pushed the papers in his hand in a drawer. "Thank god, Sarko became a doctor instead of artist. Or else she would've lose her mind."
"Despite all your mistakes, you were always a good father, aren't you?" Kyle froze. He haven't heard him for years. He turned his back while creating his uniform with his ring. He was flesh and blood. "You were better than mine. Yes, you were irresponsible but never forced Sarko to live your life."
Kyle stayed where he was, not knowing what to do. He knew he couldn't win in a fight with him. He was old now, didn't have any chance. "What do you want?"
"I wanna make him suffer," he said. "And you're gonna help me."
TODAY
"Come on, wouldn't it be cool?" said Guy while eating a potato chips. "You, me, Hal and Kyle; hang out every week."
John lifted his head from the tower he made of toothpicks. "Every week? We have a work to do Guy."
"You're building a tower from toothpicks right now."
John frowned. He was about to say something smart then suddenly an old man appeared beside them. There was gray between his short cut black hair and his face was wrinkled but John recognized him. "Oh my God, you're me!"
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"Come on, Carol-" said Hal, running after Carol. "Give me a last chance. I'll come to work, I promise!"
"Fine!" Carol turned to him boredly. She pointed her finger straight at Hal's chest. "No Green Lantern at work."
"No Green Lantern at work." He repeated.
And an old man suddenly appeared. Hal easily recognized him. Pilot jacket and white hairs on his ears... He hit his forehead. "You must be kidding me!"
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"I'm done, Donna." Kyle threw his bag over his shoulder.
Donna held his arm. "Kyle please, you can't go like that."
"I'm sorry, I can't stay." Kyle pulled his arm. "Only bad things have happened since I joined the Titans."
"That's not true."
"Yeah," Gar interjected. "Good things weren't happening before you came either."
Donna turned to Kyle after taking a bad look at Gar. "These are just bad coincidences, Kyle please stay. We need you. I need you."
"I'm sorry." Kyle turned around so that he suddenly saw his old state in front of him.
The old man was covered in blood and fell to the ground as soon as he appeared. Donna grabbed him in the air and slowly laid him. "Oh my god, are you okay?!"
Old Kyle took the hand of his own youth and spoke hardly. "Hal and John... He... He's back. You have to warn them. You have to warn Hal and John..." and he closed his eyes.