Justice League: The Teenage Years{Book 1: Complete}

Episode Seventeen: Not Always Right

Bruce's pov

I walked down the hallways of Justice Academy, half listening to Clark's rants about some school matter. It was getting quite busy in school because of the big sports events just around the corner. Normal schools only focused on homecoming and school productions of some play that has been done to death, Justice Academy focused on that but all sport teams got an equal chance. Especially the track team. For some reason, the last race of the year was a huge event for the students and the most exciting event of the year. This gave the track team and student council, a whole bunch of pressure and work to do.

Clark was the student council president which gave him the fun responsibility of organizing all of the events. Of course I use the term "fun" most sardonically because all of this was anything but fun. I really did not care for social events like sports events or anything the school had to offer. But that was what I believed and did not express, since I was the school's playboy. I only expressed my true feelings to Diana and Clark because I really didn't trust anyone else.

"Why do we need to repaint the gym?" Clark whined. "I mean it's been the same way for years and no one seemed to care..."

"Because teenagers are stupid and like bright, new things." I said. "I swear they are more like squirrels than anything else."

Clark laughed at my remark but I was being completely serious. "Yeah possibly but we are one of them."

I scoffed, brushing away a few raven strands out of my face. "Speak for yourself, I am not anything like these people."

"HEY SPOOKY!" I nearly screamed when I heard the all familiar voice of Hal Jordan. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulders, just to annoy me.

"Hey Hal." Clark smiled kindly not at all taken aback by the jock's sudden appearance.

"What the hell do you want Jordan?" I snarled, giving Hal one of my famous glares. "Aren't there balls that should be thrown at you?"

Hal laughed at my remark but I could feel his grip tightening around me in anger. "Oh spooks, people are wrong when they say you have no sense of humor."

I pushed him off me, crossing my arms in disapproval. "Nobody says that."

"Everyone does." Hal gave me a look before looking up at Clark, who had quite a few inches on him. "But I'm not here for myself, a pretty lady wanted me to get some information from you."

"From me?" Clark asked raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Well." Hal smiled confidently. "This girl is new and wants to invite all the other ladies to her place for a slumber party, pretty hot am I right?"

I gave Hal a dirty look, thinking he had to be the dumbest person I have ever met. "Jordan, don't tell me you want to help this girl get a bunch of girls to her house, just so you can watch them like a creep?" Hal was such an idiot to think he could just act like a creep after hurting Barry the way he did. I never got emotional and was not about to now but that did not mean I could condone awful behavior like this. "After everything you've done to Barry, you really think this is okay?!"

"Fuck you!" Hal's smile was gone and was replaced with a deep frown. "This is nothing to do with Barry and it certainly has nothing to do with you!"

"It has plenty to do with me when you're hurting one of my friends!" I retorted my hands shaking in anger. "Clearly you have no feelings or even care about him because you are just a careless, stupid, arrogant piece of-"

Hal grabbed my shirt and threw me into a locker, my head stinging from the impact of the metal on skin. I groaned as I felt Hal's hot breath against my face, like he was trying to kill me with only a glare.

"Shut up." He started. "Just shut up, you know absolutely nothing about anything." His grip on my shirt tightened and I felt myself start to choke. "You think you are so smart, that you know every situation just by looking at it, well you don't! Hear me fucker? You don't!"

"Hal let him go." Clark said trying to pry him off of me but Hal's anger was stronger.

"I love Bar....but he can do so much better and does not know what he's thinking..." Hal's grip didn't loosen but his gaze softened. "I am nothing but a waste of space and he's so much better without me...sooner or later, he will realize that, just like everyone else...."

I did not say anything and just stared at him, feeling almost pity. Hal's eyes were threatening to break out in tears and I couldn't help but think I was mistaken. Maybe Hal did care for Barry, maybe just a little.

Hal eventually let go of me, my body hitting the floor roughly. Hal wiped away his tears and try to recompose himself, looking at Clark.

"Can I have a list of all the tenth grade girl's addresses?" He asked softly. "It would really help this girl out and....I just want to make someone happy.."

Clark gave me a look, as if asking for my opinion on this whole matter. I didn't say anything and just leaned against the lockers, thinking over what just happened. Hal looked so defeated and pitiful and it once reminded me of how similar I was to him. Only difference was that Hal was not afraid of showing emotions, how he really felt.

"Yeah...give it to him." I nodded getting off the lockers. "Bet the girls would enjoy something like that."

Clark nodded and took out his phone. "I'm sending a list from the school, normally I'm not allowed to do this but this is an exception." He gave Hal a smile but he did not return it.

"Thank you..." Hal nodded but would not even look at me. He wiped his face once more before heading off in the opposite direction.

I was a bit interested who this new girl was so I decided to follow Hal. I saw him talking to Mari, who was new but not as new as I thought Hal was talking about. I simply shrugged it off and walked back to Clark because this was not a big deal. Hal was right, that I thought I knew the whole situation just by looking at it but in this case, I really did not.   

A\N: Mari is Vixen by the way and ooh poor Hal why must I torture you so much?? well I assure you a happy ending