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Green Lantern is acting weird.
His fellow Lanterns refused to elaborate.
Barry has been growing concerned about his own best friend. So did Ollie, the Archer briefly considers confronting Hal about whatever is wrong with him.
Ollie would have done it successfully, had both him and Barry not respect their friend's privacy. And yes, they had yet to know who the hell is the guy outside that shiny ring, but they don't care.
So yeah, him and Ollie are freaking the fuck out. Respectfully.
The rest of the Justice League seemed to have caught on, and had agreed to stage an intervention. Eventually.
Right.
Now, how did this happen again?
A few weeks ago.
The Watchtower had been buzzing with post-apocalypse adrenaline.
Apparently, Lex Luthor had once again decided to hatch a new plan that includes Brainiac. All of it to screw Superman over. And it's getting old, again.
Green Lantern has been out of his game lately—hell, he's been dozing off during meetings, getting moody on more than one occasion, and eating practically anything that almost everyone within the vicinity would find disgusting. He's even started coming in late!
So yeah, imagine the Green Lantern—arrogant on most days, and an ass on few—arms clutching his stomach, as if he's in pain and his eyes seemingly on the verge of crying.
And goddammit, Martian Manhunter knew what's up but refused to elaborate. Why have the power to basically have access to everyone's mind, but is too respectful to be bribed upon?!
The other Green Lanterns too! Even Guy Gardner has been keeping his mouth shut for once!
Everyone that had not been mentioned looked around each other and were baffled by the scene before them. A collective thought process seemed to align within their minds; what the fuck are we going to do?! or how the fuck are we going to solve this?!
Because, first off, they don't know who the fuck Green Lantern is outside their profession. Two, Green Lantern did not disclose his secondary gender to the JL, but most of them had assumed he's an alpha. And three, the said Green Lantern had made the other Green Lanterns to keep their mouths shut regarding his ID, and J’onn knows too apparently.
So how in the ever loving fuck are they gonna help their fellow colleague, who is visibly shaking on his spot, holding himself for dear life?
This has never happened before!
Green Lantern was usually loud and lively, especially during post-battles and high on adrenaline.
But the said guy right in front of him had been scared(?) for dear life? No way!
It's only after a few moments, Green Lantern finally stood up and excused himself. He tried to grin it out, but failed miserably anyway.
Now that they think about it, Green Lantern didn't actively participate in offense during the battle against Luther. He's at the sidelines, helping civilians from getting caught up. Playing defense whenever some of them needed backup. It continues to concern them that Green Lantern had avoided anything that might hit him…
What the hell is happening to their resident Green Lantern?
Green Lantern vanished.
The other Lanterns refused to elaborate.
Green Lantern had informed them of his absence a few days after he disappeared.
No one knew where he went off. That is, unless, of course…
“And pray tell, why should I disclose such sensitive information?”
Of course, John Stewart—as every single Lantern were—is stubborn to the core. Clearly living it up to their name, ain't they?
Flash, “Please, at least tell us how he's doing!” the speedster is practically close to shedding a few tears.
John rolled his eyes, “And I'm telling you, he's fine.”
“John, respectfully, ‘fine’ is not that reassuring for us.” Green Arrow said, his tone clearly exhausted. He just wanted to know whether his friend is alive somewhere, or not.
John face-palm himself. Expressing a deep sigh, “I did not get paid enough to deal with this shit.”
Both Flash and Arrow would laugh at the reaction, but now is not the time.
“You want the truth? Fine. The guy you’re looking for is on ‘-ternity’ leave.” John said, his fingers raised in air quotes. “Happy? If nothing else, I’m taking my leave.” he then left and didn’t bother to bat an eye at their response.
The duo stayed silent. Going once; their brains tried to process the information. Going twice; they tried to find the right words to express whatever shit that statement implies.
“What the fuck?”
Indeed, Ollie. What the fuck, indeed.
Flash, “Hold on.” realises something amiss with that sentence. “John! Was that paternity or maternity?!”
John already left from the chaos he had just caused.
“Goddamit John! Fucking Green Lanterns!”
It was at this revelation, the whole Justice League was in discord. And that folks, was just a small price to pay if you’re colleagues with the most dramatic man on Earth.
It had been a fucking year, Green Lantern is here—in full of his glory
He disappeared for one whole orbit around the sun, only to get back in the Watchtower being an ass—like nothing happened. Well, screw him.
The whole Justice League were baffled, bewildered, and been gatekeep by whatever shit Green fucking Lantern had been up to during the past year. Both Barry and Ollie burst into tears when they finally get to throttle their best friend for ghosting them out of the blue.
The said bastard even tried to dismiss the whole thing! What’s he gonna do? Gaslight the entire JL that everything was just their imagination? Is he trying to recreate Ninja’s low taper fade? Again, screw him.
Ever since the Justice League has been assembled six years ago, with Green Lantern as one of the founding members. Earth had been in countless threats, but with them joining forces as fellow colleagues, they managed to ensure their planet was safe from harm.
And three years ago, the JL was comfortable enough to share their IDs together. And of course, not everyone is happy with the idea, but regardless, the League respected their privacy. Green Lantern was among them, the only general facts about this guy was that he’s juggling stuff from home. Or whatever that means.
Interesting, anyways.
Thinking back, this also happened a few years back… But that's because they thought Green Lantern was away for a mission at Oa! Even his fellow Lanterns said so!
So why the fuck are they behaving suspiciously?
Ask John Stewart? He'll roll his eyes and tell you everything is fine. Ask Guy Gardner? He'll laugh it off before pointing you to John and ask him instead, like they haven't done that already. Ask Kyle Rayner? He'll tell you he doesn't know a thing, but his body language says otherwise. Ask Alan Scott? He'll tell you he doesn't know shit and avoids further questioning like a plague. Ask Jessica Cruz? She'll fake an Oa emergency call and excuse herself as smoothly as possible. Ask Simon Baz? He'll pretend he did not hear you.
So yeah, fucking Lanterns and their fucking secrets.
So imagine, in the present day and time. The weather on Earth is as peaceful as it gets, even the Watchtower itself detected nothing but silence.
So, why the fuck did Green Lantern had to break it?
“B03” an alert ringing from the zeta, reciting an unfamiliar ID right away, followed by, “B04”.
Everyone else was just minding their own business somewhere, until they jerk back, and sprint towards the zeta. Green Lantern managed to fall from his seat.
Truth to be told, no one could outrun Flash as Green Lantern did when he first reached where the zeta were. A collective what the fuck? is heard among them—hell, even J’onn can practically hear it out loud from somewhere.
“What are you two doing here?!”
Now this is worth listening to. It's not everyday you would hear Green Lantern overly reacting to something. Even if that something was an unforeseen visitor who somehow managed to get access to the Watchtower.
Also, how the fuck did those two(?) do it?!
It was then that everyone had caught up and—
Surprise, surprise. There's two children wearing domino masks that managed to get some visitor access at the Watchtower. What the fuck—
“But Lena’s been looking for you!” the shorter of the two exclaimed. What the fuck does that sentence mean?
“Yeah!” the taller one backed him up, “You've been gone all day, mom! Even dad's been cranky lately!” The fuck—?
Green Lantern expressed an exhausted sigh, “And climbing here is not an excuse!” he responded, “You can always call me in comms, and you know your father's going to grow an aneurysm once he's heard of this!” wait, what—
Hold on, back up. What the fuck is happening?! Mom?!
“But Lena’s been crying for almost the whole morning—holy shit, is that Wonder Woman?!”
Diana raised a brow in amusement.
Green Lantern, “Language, young man!”
Again. What the fuck is going on?
It's been two days since then.
Green Lantern apologised for the kids’ behaviour, before excusing himself and the two out.
No one has heard of them after. Apparently, except for the other Lanterns who looked at the footage later that day and (allegedly) had a good laugh.
“Green Lantern is a mom.” Barry started, his chin resting at his knuckles, as if conducting a thorough investigation.
Him, along with a handful of colleagues, seated together around the meeting room. Pondering whatever the fuck happened two days ago. Excluding those who already knew what's up, of course.
“No shit, Bar.” replied Ollie, he's too dishevelled enough to look like he hadn't slept for days. “That means he's an omega.” No shit, indeed.
“For crying out loud, Barry, we know.” Cyborg exclaimed, his fingers typing at the tablet on hand. He may or may not be trying to find some digital footprints of the said someone.
Diana raises a brow at the semi-robot, “You do know that breaching our friend’s privacy is not the goal?”
Cyborg, “I do know that, but I would rather stalk GL now, than let my brain suffer an overdrive later.”
Superman looked totally lost in his seat. “Why are we discussing this here?” shut up, man of steel. This guy also would like to know what's happening (he's a reporter, just cut him some slack!).
All of them are at loss—hopelessly wondering of their friend's secrecy that telling them would be a big problem.
That was when—
Speaking of the devil, it looks like the system had detected an attack from the Earth's orbit. Why did it have to be today again today out of all times again?
Fortunately for them, most of the Justice League have assembled.
And the fight begins.
Where the fuck is Green Lantern anyway?
Somewhere.
Sprawling at the bed, a couple had found themselves tangled together in their bed. The covers are barely covering their naked forms—both of them seem to decide to rock their mattress at a slow pace.
The room is filled with a smell both had known by instinct. Musky peppermint mixed along with salty citrus-like. It was compelling, as they let it flood their nose in great need.
Mouths clashing, hairs pulled and ruffled through, one's hips diving torturously slow to the other. Their glands scenting each other intimately.
Groaning and panting—as if they haven't heard a blast somewhere in space, aka, an urgent call for help signal on both of their respective receptors.
“Ah, shit.” Bruce exclaimed, his hips didn't stop moving despite the unwanted hindrance.
Hal simply moans, his nails dragged themselves on the other's back. He can feel his husband is close. Screw the world-ending problem, they can deal with that later.
When the husband finally had his release inside his wife, with a knot—not bothering to put condoms—both of them were panting. Even if their lovely morning was interrupted (by some incompetent fools).
They looked each other in the eyes—filled with warmth and love. And fuck their receptors for alerting them once again.
“We should definitely kick ass on those bastards.”
“I'll get the plane ready."
“I'll distract the kids while you're at it.”
“This is why protection is unnecessary.”
“Why are you so obsessed with impregnating me?”
“You said 15, Hal.”
Turns out, fighting notorious alien pirates from space is easier said than done. Especially when Earth's own little group of space cops are yet to arrive.
Where the fuck are they when they were needed the most?
“Fuck!” exclaimed Green Arrow as he barely shielded himself from the impact. He gritted his teeth, wincing the pain throbbing at his right forearm.
Flash uses his speed and makes a makeshift twister running over at their foes. As he did so, he was already low on calories from running. “Guys, does anyone have some snacks?! I'm kinda running low!”
Over the air, Superman and Wonder Woman directly went up against the floating vehicles. Both seemed preoccupied at the moment.
Black Canary is going places, especially when there are people being held hostage at. Grabbing a firearm or two from the aliens, she blasts it through them. Ultimately saving lives whilst the other fought off the invaders.
Cyborg is busy controlling cyberspace from the Watchtower. Assisting the respondents to help minimise casualties, assisting the group from the invaders, while collectively overseeing the Earth's atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Aquaman was busy fighting his own battles in his territory. His army raised their spears through their enemies, as someone who had the ocean as his most trusted friend, the aliens who were about to invade his home slowly backed away.
Martian Manhunter arrived in a dash—about time, as he prevented an attack from happening meant for Green Arrow. “I sense few reinforcements coming to aid us, friends.” he informed the team through their comms.
It was a mess.
Buildings are on the verge of collapsing, medics scattered to save wounded civilians, many fire brigades are on the roll to assist others from burying themselves under the rubble.
It seems the invaders had done their research, especially when most of the Earth's residential space cops are off-world at the moment. All except for one…
Now where the fuck is Senior Green Lantern of the sector 2814?
Assuring ten children—ranging from 18 being the eldest to barely 3 months old as youngest—that you'll be back in full swing is harder to convince than never. Especially if you had a toddler and an infant to unwind.
Even with a reluctant-to-let-go eldest and a tired grandparent-slash-butler as backup, it was all thanks to team effort to make this work.
This is why the author intended to never have children…
Now boarding at the batplane, the couple decided to at least do something with the situation at hand, specifically at the cockpit…
“Bruce, we're almost—ah, there.” Hal groans, straddling at his partner’s lap with his cunt drenched in his own slick, and a cock inside.
Bruce grunts, his lips flash a smirk. “You asked for 15, Hal.” groping at his wife's child-bearing hips, guiding them to bounce up and down on his lap. “I'm simply performing my duties.” at least the plane was on autopilot.
Clashing his lips at the other, “That's debatable, Spooky.” leaning in again to get another kiss, “I don't think I can handle the stress of having more than 10.”
“You most certainly can, dearest.” thrusting hard enough to leave a bruise.
Hal let out a whine as he squirted his release again, legs quivering from the onslaught sensitivity. Leaning into the other for support. He should've chosen his words wisely 18 years ago, unaware he would've ended up with someone who would take delight in admiring his swollen belly.
If only Bruce wasn't that damn fucking good at bed.
It's a miracle he managed to slow down this alpha's unlimited vigor—even if there're no condoms to protect his womb from getting filled, and knotted, and used over and over. Nonetheless, they still managed to have ten children running around the halls of the Manor, with their eleventh in the process of making.
And thank god, most of them are too young to run on rooftops wearing kevlar and some whimsy gadgets at night. Especially without adult supervision.
Hal, “Bruce, please—” sobs, hands running through the other's hair. “Please–!”
Bruce let out a grunt, chuckling at his omega's pleasure, “Use your words, dear.”
With a scream, “I need your knot! Please!” Hal thrashed and squirmed, toes curling. Too used and fucked out since this morning.
“Good.” Bruce murmured into his ear, his grip on the other's hips slammed at his manhood hard enough, bouncing them like a used toy. Repeating each stroke till he reached his climax.
With a knot finally forming at the cervix, a wave of hot release spasm through. Entering the uterus like water.
Both of them knew this will definitely result them of their eleventh, but were too fucked out to care at the moment.
“You're sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Worth it.”
The battle continues, with a worn-out Justice League and an almost never-ending number of space aliens.
Both Superman and Wonderman were cornered, with the former getting a good hit with that shiny green rock and the other trying to shield him just to let him recover.
Flash laid down, too hungry to move. The aliens tie him in chains. He should've chugged down the donuts he'd bought back at the Watchtower before heading to battle.
Green Arrow and Black Canary fought side by side. With Green Arrow gathering his lone arrows and reusing them again, cautiously saving his disposable ones. Black Canary constantly uses her Canary Cry, eventually straining her voice.
Cyborg is about to undergo an overheat from the command center. His urgent calls from the Green Lanterns had been yet to receive from them.
Martian Manhunter is currently carrying half the burden his friends are holding on to, using mind control to turn their foes onto one another.
Aquaman had successfully driven off some pesky trespassers from his territory. After making sure his men got his kingdom covered, he rushed to the surface and offered assistance towards his friends.
They just need a little more time till actual reinforcements arrive.
And hopes then came true.
A flying jet flew straight towards the heroes. The hatch came open, revealing two figures jumping from it. The jet seems to be on autopilot. One was someone familiar in dark clothing, and the other…
Senior Green Lantern of sector 2814!
Green Lantern immediately rushed to the scene, creating constructs to fight off the aliens. The other one uses grappling hooks at their enemies’ pods to another, using them to skate then hop to another once it's about to crash.
Together, they outnumbered the aliens.
Once the mysterious hero descends to the ground, he pulls a device from his pocket and throws it at Green Lantern.
Upon receiving this, Green Lantern grins and sped towards the nearing flying pod. He wrapped a construct around the vehicle, essentially trapping its driver. The device was then placed at the control panel, before Green Lantern launched them altogether to their main aircraft.
The mysterious hero went quickly to his feet, using his grappling hook, he glided himself upwards towards the vehicle, his cape extended through the air, creating a perfect bat symbol…
Batman!?
Batman kicks the alien out, and puts it on maximum speed towards another pod that Green Lantern had just thrown. When the other pods try to corner him, he simply dodges them. Shooting a batarang at the accelerator, then took off entirely, leaving behind a handful of explosives.
Green Lantern managed to catch him with his platform construct, before leaving the scene.
The two then walk it off at the ground, their backs angle perfectly at the said aircraft. Batman presses a button, then the whole thing explodes. The scene looks like it came out of some James Bond movie.
The whole Justice League was in awe and didn't know what to say.
But for real, what the actual fuck is going on?
Recuperation took almost two hours.
The government immediately took action with the city's destruction. Paramedics making sure everyone wounded has been treated or taken to the hospital, the fire brigade putting out fire explosions, post-battle rescue teams have been assembled, and many volunteers assist with distributing relief goods. Even temporary shelters have been made till everything died down a bit.
It's a mess, but nonetheless, humanity adapts with invasions.
It took the Justice League over an hour dealing with those pesky space pirates off of their planet. One of the off-world Lanterns—Guy Gardner, grumbled off back to space with a whole army of them trapped in his construct, personally shipping them off to Oa.
With everything (mostly) settled, all of them went back to the Watchtower for some debriefing. Including Green Lantern and Batman.
As the Justice League assembled in the meeting room, with everyone licking their wounds at their seats. That includes Batman—whom Flash gave him a chair after being fed with a protein bar or three back at the scene.
The tension didn't make much difference between all of them. Aside from half of them about to doze off the whole post-invasion meeting for a nap right now. Well, all is well if both Green Lantern and Batman weren't being a bit too close…
See, when the Justice League was about to establish itself to the whole world six years ago. They all collectively agree upon sending an invite to Batman via Superman.
Without much luck, it took team effort to get in contact with the Dark Knight of Gotham. Eventually, they found him—seems to expect Superman's arrival to look for him.
Batman, however, declines the invitation. He stated disinterested upon joining their little crusade, even if it's for a good cause.
Though disheartening as it is, the Justice League respected his wishes and stayed out of Gotham as Batman wanted.
Even without Batman around, the Justice League has established itself successfully to help the inhabitants of Earth.
The closeness between Green Lantern and Batman baffles them. Sure, Green Lantern would inevitably partner with Batman since he's basically responsible for anything alien related cases as a space cop. It didn't make sense given their interaction seems familial—maybe a bit intimate, but that's not the point. J’onn seemed amused by their whole dynamic though.
They're probably just imagining things, right?
Wrong.
“You definitely deserve that concussion.” Green Lantern started, feeling a bit too smug to the Dark Knight.
Everyone in the room felt tension rising amongst the two.
Batman simply glared at the Emerald Knight, hard enough that it could cut steel clean. Too clean.
Everyone else swallowed their breaths down. Not daring to get in between the animosity of the two, especially at Batman. Batman is a scare—a myth residing within the borders of Gotham.
Batman grunts, if only look could kill. Yikes.
Green Lantern had the audacity to cackle it out loud, “What? I'm simply making a comment about how karma already bit you in the ass before I could.”
Okay, what on earth does that mean? Is this some kind of heated rivalry?!
Batman snorts. Snorts. “A coincidence, Lantern. Don't get ideas yet, we still haven't got you tested.”
The JL pretty sure heard Superman tripped himself somewhere in the cafeteria after hearing that.
The banter goes back and forth between the two, not bothering to do nothing but ignore their growing audience. Superman emerges from the cafeteria, holding boxes of pizza for Flash and cups of coffee for himself and Wonder Woman, his ears listening to the bickering duo’s conversation. Flash and Wonder Woman gave him a quick ‘thanks’ without breaking eye contact at the elephant of the room. On the couch, an injured Green Arrow put his head on his fiancé's lap with Black Canary sipping her energy drink, looking like an experienced couple who watches soap operas every Friday night. Cyborg finishes up his own thing at his tablet, while simultaneously keeping an ear in at the two. Martian Manhunter seems amused by the whole thing, casually sipping his tea, the bastard. Aquaman had matters to attend back to Atlantis, and would fill them with his own report once he sorted everything out. The lucky bastard.
All is well, if not for Flash’s overpowered ADHD.
“Are you two banging?” he blurts, casually dropping it that would put Green Arrow in shame for being friends with.
The two stop in their conversation, simultaneously turning their heads with their eyebrows raised.
Hal, “What gave it away, if you don't mind me asking?” swinging an arm on Batman's shoulder, leaning into him.
“What?!” Green Arrow tries to sit up, but falls from the couch miserably.
Superman drops his mug to the floor, his expression horrified. Taking a moment before heading back to the cafeteria and pouring himself another cup.
“I beg your biggest pardon?” Wonder Woman said, almost like an interview rather than a question. Her eyebrow rose like the statement itself offends her.
Cyborg puts his tablet down and stares deadly at the two.
Black Canary simply mouths, ‘Holy shit?’ sipping a mouthful of her energy drink.
Martian Manhunter seems suspiciously quiet while sipping his tea.
Flash hums, taking a bite out of his pizza, “Oh shit, really? For how long?”
Someone give this guy the ‘World's Bravest Dumbass’ Award. Bet he would proudly wear it, aside from winning the ‘Fastest Human Alive’ (more like, the fastest human to unalive himself).
“Hmm,” Green Lantern counts it out using his fingers, before deciding, “18 years.”
Flash chokes on his pizza, Green Arrow screams, and Wonder Woman spits on her drink. Black Canary never sips her drink like it's her lifeline before magically bringing out another. Superman drops his mug yet again with his jaw hanging down.
Martian Manhunter casually sips his tea.
Batman, “17 years, 6 months, and 97 days.”
Cyborg finally loses it, “Wait. Hold my fucking tablet—wait a fucking minute.” Superman gladly holds the said device for him. “You're fucking pregnant from all those months ago, weren't you?!” pointing an accusatory finger at Green Lantern.
The whole room erupted into chaos. Every single member turned their heads directly at the said couple.
Both didn't seem to be fazed. In fact, they seemed amused. Bastards.
Hal burst into laughter, “You hear that, babe?” elbowing the other, “Told you we can't hide us forever!”
Batman simply grunts.
Superman faints dramatically, the device makes contact to the floor with a loud crack. Black Canary whistles, eyes blown at the revelation. Green Arrow points at the two accusingly, no words could describe his horror. Flash drops his chewed pizza from his mouth, so was the other one from his hand. Wonder Woman broke her own mug by hand, mouth hanging. Cyborg explodes in a string of curses, facing the ceiling and begs every entity known for patience. Martian Manhunter casually sips his boiling hot tea among the chaos.
Both Batman and Green Lantern felt smug at their own shenanigans.
Green Arrow splutters, “WAIT, DOES THAT MEAN YOU TWO ARE MARRIED—”