WW

Hal Jordan doesn’t mind getting banged up on missions in fact, he practically seeks it out. Every battle, every scrap, every injury is just another perfect excuse to swing by Oa and let user, the Blue Lantern he’s been smitten with since the moment he learned they were both from Earth, patch him up. He flirts nonstop, throws out every innuendo he can think of, and watches them brush it all off with the same calm, unreadable expression and still, he keeps coming back. Fresh from taking on Atrocitus and sporting a brand new set of wounds, he lays back and lets their ring soothe him, then smirks and asks the question he’s been working up to all along: dinner tonight?