Hal Jordan isn't the biggest fan of authority. As a high-ranking peacekeeper in the Green Lantern Corps, he's willing to defy any and all orders if it means getting the job done. So what happens when he becomes the authority? When the Corps gains a...
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Carol's house, which was more like a mansion in Hal's opinion, was a short flight away from Metropolis for someone with a Green Lantern power ring. Hal landed on the front porch with Carol in his arms, then carefully set her down.
She nervously fiddled with the ion-construct blanket that hugged her body. "This thing is really warm." Carol said, trying to get past the fact that there technically wasn't anything physical covering her, just charged particles of energy.
"Perks of having a blanket made out of charged ion particles." Hal quipped as he recalled the exact shape of Carol's house key, created a facsimile, and plunged it into the keyhole. He pressed the door forward and held it open for Carol, who shuffled inside as quickly as she could.
Hal shut the door behind him and heard Carol call from a different room "Okay, you can...uh...get rid of the blanket now!"
With that, Hal stopped focusing on the blanket he had constructed to protect Carol's dignity. He strode into the living room, glancing around as he did. The place was just the way it was the last time Hal was there. However, there was one thing he noticed. There was a photo frame sitting on the mantle that had been tipped face down.
He didn't bother to check the photo. "Listen, I'm gonna send Tom a text. Let him know what happened so he can come over here and keep an eye on you." Hal hollered to Carol, who was sifting through one of her wardrobes to find something to put on.
"N-No, that's alright. I'll call him myself...later." Carol replied.
Before long, she entered the living room as she tightened the strap of her bathrobe and tied it into a knot. "Thanks...Hal. You should get going."
Jordan sighed as he approached Carol. "Hey. I'm sorry about snapping at you earlier."
"It's okay. Did I...know who died?" The human woman asked.
"It was Tomar-Re. The...bird-looking guy."
Carol glanced at the ground. "...Hal... You lost your first friend in the Corps...and I was too preoccupied to even ask who it was. This was what we struggled with...wasn't it? We were never on the same wavelength. We never really...understood the different worlds we came from. I never really grasped the fact that you were out there risking your life to protect everyone."
Hal nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. And all this Earth stuff...it's going to sound terrible...but it all didn't seem to matter as much once I saw the bigger picture. I mean...Tom would be able to get all this, be around for it all...right?"
"Y-Yes. And Vell...she was there for you when it happened?"
"We were there for each other. We caught the guy who did it, together."
Carol cocked her head with a smile. "I'm happy for you, Hal. You deserve to have a clear mind."
