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Love Will Tear Us Apart (Hal Jordan X Reader)

Warning: Verbal Fighting, Really Slight Physical Aggression, Angst to Fluff, Breakup and Makeup

Word Count: 3.7K

Reader is gender neutral.

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Author's Note: Hi! I love this dumbass! I am so soft for him!🥺🥺🥺 I have more Hal Jordan stuff coming out soon! I hope you like it! Bestie, please reblog! Also, thank you to my beta! You’re the best! <3

Summary: You love Hal Jordan but every person has their limits, especially when it involves a certain ex-girlfriend.

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“It's Carol or me,” you huffed with frustration and anger. Everything had finally come to a boiling point after almost five years together with him.

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to do that,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Hal was tired, it’s been a long few days with the League and the Corp and now this.

“Carol or me,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Look, I’m fuckin’ exhausted. We can have this fight tomorrow, okay?”

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, Hal: Carol or me?”

“I told you already, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not going to fuckin' choose between you or Carol, so cut the fuckin' crap and let's go to bed. I’m so goddamn tired!” He said, raising his voice at the end. You were starting to piss him off.

“Fine. I’ll choose for you,” you stated louder than you wanted to. But you couldn’t hold back the anger that was seething through you right now. You’ve bared this teeter-tottering of his for almost five years. You’ve had enough.

“What the hell does that mean?” You didn’t say anything, instead just moved towards the front door to put on your shoes. He watched with anger rising through him. “Where the hell are you going? It’s the middle of the fuckin' night!” You continued putting on your shoes and started opening the lock on the front door. Before you knew it, Hal was next to you grabbing your arm with a little too much force. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me,” you gritted with restrained anger. Hal didn’t let go. Now he was mad.

“FINE! You wanna go? Huh?! You wanna fuckin' leave?! Then get out, go!” He yanked the door open, practically shoved you out, and closed the door.

You stood there for a second, staring at the door, before yelling at the top of your lungs so he would definitely hear (and probably the neighbors, too): “Fuck you, Hal Jordan!” With that you turned and left.

You loved Hal more than anything else. You loved everything about him. You loved him more than you ever thought you were capable of loving someone. Nobody had ever made you laugh as hard and as often as he did. You loved the way he would smile at you when he got a “great idea” that usually ended in disaster. How he would wear a slight frown when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to mention it. How he would insist on laying in your lap or on top of you because he liked feeling your fingers continuously running through and playing with his hair. When he would use his ring to cast constellations or silly little images on the ceiling when you would lay together in bed. The feeling of his hands in yours. The feeling of him.

But you couldn’t do this anymore. As much as you loved him, you didn't want to feel like you were the other person in the relationship. You knew how much he cared about Carol and how much she meant to him. You also knew about the history between them. He was very honest with you from the beginning, and you liked that. You never thought you would ever have to ask him to choose between you and her. But someone can only take being taken for granted for so long. At first, it didn’t bother you much that he would go to Carol at her beck and call any time of the day or night. Or how much time he would spend with her. Or how much he talked about her. Even after she had married Gil, you didn’t mind that they were close because, after all, they went through a lot together. But eventually, you started feeling like you were left out of their little world. Inside jokes you didn’t get; constantly being told what Carol had said about something you were talking about. Forgotten little things like your favorite flavor of something or the other. But Carol’s favorites were always remembered. Constantly, having to hear about her; feeling like no conversation could be had without her being mentioned. It started feeling like you were competing against Carol for Hal’s attention and you just couldn’t win.

The straw that broke the camel's back came just before he left for his latest mission. Your birthday fell a few days after he had to leave, and you wanted to spend some time with him, just the two of you. You kept telling him about how you had made reservations at your favorite restaurant for dinner the day before he left and how much you were looking forward to it. On the day, you spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, looking your absolute best in something you felt absolutely fabulous in. (But, also, knew he would definitely like; you loved seeing that signature playful flirty smirk he would give.) He wasn’t home for most of the day, you didn’t think anything of it, figuring he would just meet you at the restaurant. You went to the restaurant and waited for him to show up. 10 minutes pass, no problem Hal’s even late to his Justice League meetings. 30 minutes pass, okay he’s running later than usual. 40 minutes, then 50, then an hour. You could feel the servers' sad gazes as they walked past you. You finally called him.

Ring Ring Ring

“Hey!”

“Where are you, Hal?”

“Oh, I’m at Carol’s.” You never knew it was possible to feel your heart rip apart but it did in that moment. “I was visiting the Ferris airbase earlier, so Gil and Carol invited me to din—Oh shit! Oh, my fuckin' god, I’m so fuckin' sorry, babe! I totally forgot about the dinner. I’m leaving right now. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. Finish your dinner,” you said holding back tears that were threatening to escape, “I was leaving from here anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, love. It just escaped my mind. I’ll make it up to you when I get back home, I promise. I’m leaving here, okay?”

“It's fine, Hal. Uh, I just called to say that I’m staying over at (F/N)’s house for the next few days. They’re going through some things right now and really need me.” You couldn’t bear to see him tonight; you didn’t have it in you to hear about his dinner with Carol, about what she made or what she said.

It suddenly dawned on him that you’d only called him exclusively by his name so far, and not the hundred different nicknames you gave him. He got the feeling that something was wrong.

“But you know I’m leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for a few weeks. Can’t you go after I leave tomorrow?” he said, dejected and sad. You could imagine his slight frown and it made everything worse.

“They really need me. I’ll see you when you get back.” God, you were going to cry any second. You didn’t think you could stay on the line any longer. “Look, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He was silent for a few moments before he murmured, “yeah, if they really need you, then I guess that’s fine.” He knew something was off; he could hear it in your voice.

“Thanks, bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart. I lov—“ You hung up, Hal didn’t know what to do. You’d never hung up on him before like that, before saying you loved him.

You didn’t have the strength to sit there, listen to him say he loved you, and say it back to him because you would break down.

Hal came back to an empty apartment that night and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like you not being there. The apartment felt colder than usual without you. He didn’t know before that night how much he felt at peace sleeping with you next to him. The smell of your body lotion and conditioner lingering on the sheets, just made everything worse for him. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t answer his last few texts. He spent the whole night more or less awake. Before he left in the morning, he called you but you didn’t answer his call. Weird he thought. You always pick up his phone, even at odd hours of the night. You were being a good friend, so you were probably just busy, he didn’t think much of it after that. With that he left to save the world. You stayed the night with one of your friends, who you knew wouldn’t pry. You would go back to your place once he was gone.

You guys didn’t fight, you talked things out, worked out solutions to your problem. Never ultimatums or tantrums. You kept it civil and mature. So Hal didn’t understand what had happened that night he got back. He couldn’t even remember how the fight started. All he could remember was how angry and sad you looked. And making him choose between you and Carol? That was absurd. He loved Carol platonically now, but he loved you romantically. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He loved you more than he was even capable of expressing. You wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, emails, or social media messages. Your friends/family came to get your stuff and wouldn’t tell him where you were. They would say that they didn’t know or give some other lame excuse.

He was miserable. He was so miserable.

And so were you. You couldn’t escape Green Lantern, even if you tried your best and avoided every freaking place that literally existed. But you still tried your best to move on.

Everyone around Hal could see how miserable he was and he was bringing everyone down with him. Even the other Lanterns were getting fed up, it had been around four months and he was starting to become broodier than Batman (who had half a mind to find you and fix this, because he simply couldn’t stand it).

Hal was running late as usual to some friend’s engagement party. He walked in scanning the room out of habit, until his eyes fell on you. You were laughing at something someone had said. He just looked at you, yearning and longing running through his veins. He knew he was going to fix this, fix what happened between you two. He stared at you for most of the night, waiting for a moment to get you alone. You didn’t expect him to show up, he’s probably off on some other planet doing who knows what, you thought. But there he was, staring at you the whole damn night. You tried your best to avoid him, playing this elaborate and intricate game of avoid-ment. You would steal a glance at him every once in a while, just to see how he was. You couldn’t tell. He always cleaned up nice and a suit always made him look extra attractive and more put together than he really was. You loved it when he wore a suit. The whole night went smoothly for the most part, you managed to avoid him for the entire party.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you left and made your way to your car. Searching for your keys, you hardly noticed someone leaning against your car. “You know, it would be safer for you if you found your keys before you come out into the street at night. Or were you just looking for an excuse for Green Lantern to save you?” You looked up to see Hal leaning against the driver’s side, with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued searching for your keys. “You’re not looking for these keys by any chance are you?” He was holding out his hand with your keys in his palm. What the—?! How did he do that? When did he do that? You avoided him like the plague, so how exactly did he manage that? You step closer to take the keys out of his hand and he moves his hand, lifting it slightly. You reach for them again and he moves his hand away again. He knew this would always make you smile. You reach for the keys again and this time he uses his ring’s power to dangle them above you, just slightly out of reach. Bastard, you thought, using his ring against me like this. He was wearing a childish smile.

“I would appreciate it, if you would give me my keys back.”

“Humm,” he pretended to ponder, “I’ll give them back, but first you have to come home.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “And by home, I mean our place where we used to live together four months ago. You know, the place we spent forever looking for and even longer decorating? Home, where we’ve had one too many food fights while cooking. Or where we put up too many halloween decorations, and always have tons of halloween candy left over because we live in an apartment complex with like one and half kids.”

“Hal, look—” You were cut off before you even could say anything else.

“No, Y/N, you look. I’m miserable. I’ve been miserable these past four months. I don't know where we went wrong; where I went wrong. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I won't, not without trying everything in the galaxy to fix this. So tell me how to fix it. Do you want to go to couples counseling? I’ll never see Carol again, if that’s what you want. I love you more than you’ll ever know and I’m not going to give you up without a fight. So tell me how to fix us.”

You stared at the ground, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t face him, you would become undone.

Hal stepped closer to you, you didn’t move back. That was a good sign, he thought. He reached under your chin and gently lifted your face up to catch your eyes. You were done for now, any semblance of composure gone with his touch. You sobbed covering your face with your hands.

“You’re the one who left and now you’re the one crying your heart out? I think it should be the other way around, sweetheart,” he joked. That only made you cry a little harder. “You know you're really pig-headed, right?” he continued, while pulling you in closer and enveloping you in his arms. God, you both missed each other. He relaxed against you, taking in the smell of your conditioner and perfume as he rested his chin on your head. After a few minutes, you stopped crying and gained enough composure to finally sort this out, because you didn’t want to lose him either.

“I,” you sniffled, stepping out of his embrace, his hands finding yours as you move back. “I, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. That was very immature and childish of me.”

“You think?”

“Are you gonna listen or keep making skittish remarks?” He smiled, motioning for you to go on. “I don’t want you to stop seeing Carol. I don’t have anything against her. I like her, I do. And I also know what she means to you. But I feel like I’m competing constantly for your attention. Sometimes I feel like I’m the other person in our relationship. I just feel ignored and overlooked. I don’t want to feel like that. It's a tiring feeling, like I have to go out of my way for you to spend any time with me or even notice my existence. Even though we live together! At times, I even feel like I was asking for too much from you when all I wanted was for you to be there for me. Like the times when you would be late or even forget about our planned dates because you were with Carol. Constantly having every conversation mentioning her. I can’t do it.” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, you were trying your best to be more articulate, but you were overwhelmed with all the emotions you were going through.

He stood there listening very intently to what you had to say, his fingers laced with yours, gently rubbing his thumb against yours in a calming manner.

“I’m sorry,” you continued after a pause, “I shouldn’t have blown up like that, but I couldn’t take it anymore after you forgot about my birthday dinner before you left, then came back and mentioned Carol again. I just felt so alone and angry, in that moment. I should’ve been more open about what I was feeling earlier on. I didn’t want to make you choose between us but that’s exactly what I ended up doing.” You were sniffing again and trying to avoid his gaze.

He was processing what you said, and it made him feel terrible. He wanted you and Carol to be good friends and his best idea at the time was to talk about her and get you to like her, he didn’t think it would backfire in the long run like this. Now, he really felt like shit.

“I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I messed up. I simply wanted you and Carol to be friends, so that’s why I thought it would be a good idea for me to always talk about her and always try to get us to hang out with her. I didn’t realize it would make you feel like that. I’m so so sorry.”

You looked at him with disbelief and astonishment. This was his bright idea of getting you and Carol to be friends? “Um, what have you been doing to Carol to get her to like me?”

“Uhhh, more or less—definitely more—of the same. I just thought if I talked about you guys enough to each other, you would come to be best friends,” he said with a nervous giggle. I really did not think this through, he thought. “That's why I always go see her, so I can talk about you.”

I can’t believe I’m in love with a moron, you thought. A moron more or less tasked with saving the universe. How he was managing that was beyond you (and most of the other people around him). You smiled at him, before breaking out into a little laugh.

You were smiling at him, he felt his world fall back into place. He pulled you in closer, taking your face in his hands and caressing your cheek.

“I’ve been miserable without you too,” you whispered, putting your hand over his. “These past four months have been hell,” you continued softly, “I don’t want to lose you either. I want to fix this too. I’m also willing to do anything in the galaxy to fix this. You just need to tell me how.” His eyes glazed over your face like he was looking at a masterpiece he couldn’t believe existed.

“I love you,” he whispered before gingerly placing his lips onto yours. Devotion, passion, and yearning deepened the kiss with every passing second. Silent promises being exchanged with each touch to never hurt each other again, and to fix your relationship. You continued kissing each other, hands entangling with the other’s body. You were both making up for four months of misery. Each time you would pull away to breathe, “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s were whispered back and forth.

“Get a fuckin' room,” someone yelled, walking past. You both pulled away, lips swollen, foreheads touching, fingers interlaced, and laughing.

“So does this mean you’re coming home?” he quipped.

“No,” you mischievously stated.

“But—I—We—,” he stuttered with exasperation.

“My new place is much better than our old one; plus our lease is almost up. And, the landlord’s an asshole. Remember how many times I had to call him to get the AC fixed when it broke last summer? I practically died of a heat stroke. Not to mention that the washing machines are constantly broken. Do you really want to live there that badly?”

“No, I guess not,” he smiled somewhat sheepishly, afterall you spend more time in the apartment than he did. “So are you gonna ask me?”

“Ask you what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know? Like I asked you before we moved in together.”

“Oh, I see,”—you dragged out the ‘o’ in “oh”—“Harold Jordan, do you want to move in with me? Again?”

A smile beamed across his face, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good, otherwise this would’ve been kind of weird,” you laughed as he kissed you again. “But, we are going to have to work on our relationship. We should probably think about couples counseling, but it might be hard with your ‘job’. Maybe we could start by trying to be better communicators and telling each other if things are bothering us or something?”

He nodded in agreement. “We can start right now,” he beamed, “I would like to go see this new, much better place of ours and explore a few other things.” He was trying to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but he just made you laugh at how goofy he looked.

“Really, after four months and all this, the only thing you can think about is makeup sex?” You quipped playfully, taking the keys from him and pulling him towards the car.

“Maybe…so is that a yes or a no?”

“Get in the car, please.” You stopped suddenly. “Wait, I have a question: how did you get my keys? I made sure to stay as far away from you as I possibly could!”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he smirks.

“Okay, Harry Houdini.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you both got into the car.

The two of you knew that you were going to fix your relationship. You were meant to be together. It took some time and effort but everything worked out in the end. The Justice League and the Lanterns were glad that Hal wasn’t making everything miserable anymore—that was until he started planning on proposing to you, then that was a whole other can of worms. They were equally not ready for wedding Hal or, eventually, dad Hal that came down the road.

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marshie-ghost · 1 year

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STARSTRUCK

Hal Jordan x Child! Reader x Carol Ferris (PLATONIC)

Hal meets his child.

WARNING(S): Explicit language, carol and hal argue kinda toxicly, hal is accidentally a deadbeat dad

A/N: No use of Y/N; Reader is called "Comet," and is stated to look similar to Hal.

Carol hadn't been answering his calls. Sure, they weren't on the best terms, and Carol certainly didn't owe him an answer, but she was never one to ignore his calls. If she was pissed at him, she'd usually tell him, whether in person or through text, that she didn't want to talk, and he would respect that and leave her alone. But Carol apparently hadn't seen any of his texts or missed calls, and he could admit he was a little worried.

He knew Carol could take care of herself, and their relationship had long since ended, but he still cared about her enough to notice the odd behavior. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe Carol was in real danger, and he was sitting on his ass in his shitty apartment doing nothing about it.

He stared at his phone, pondering his options. The sanest choice would be to wait until the next day and meet her at work, then he could panic if she didn't show up... But what if she was hurt? What if she needed him and he wasn't there?

"Damn it," he muttered, powering on his ring and soaring out the door.

The trip to her house was a short one, Green Lanterns were able to cross space in record time; flying across Coast City was no problem. He landed on her doorstep, rapping his knuckles on the door a couple times. He waited a few moments, his hand reaching up to bang on the door again before it swung open. A young kid, no older than ten, stood in the doorway, a grumpy expression on their face.

Hal was taken aback by their appearance. It was like looking into a mirror, well, a mirror that de-aged you by a few decades, but a mirror nonetheless.

He was startled out of his stupor by the little one speaking up. "Are ya gonna say anything, or are ya just gonna stand there and gawk, Mr. Lantern?"

"Uh, is Carol here?" He forced out, his eyes wide.

Their glare turned accusatory as they pushed their hair out of their face with the back of their hand. "Why'd'ya wanna know?"

"She hasn't answered my calls," he spoke. He figured there was no point hiding the truth from his mini-me if he wanted an answer out of them. "I just wanted to check in on her."

"She's sick," the kid stated. "Why'd you care, Mr. Lantern?"

Right, he was still in costume, shit.

"I saved her a few years back and I still check on her from time to time. She usually texts me back, but she didn't this time."

"Uh-huh," they nodded, clearly not believing him. "Look, Mama said not to talk to strangers, bye."

They tried to close the door but were stopped by Hal's foot.

"Kid, I just wanna know if she's okay," he sighed, holding the door so they couldn't slam it in his face. "Can I, at least, talk to her?"

They crossed their arms, looking peeved as they snarked, "I dunno, can you?"

Their argument was interrupted by a familiar voice shouting from the other room, "Comet, I thought I told you not to open the door for strangers!"

Carol rounded the corner, looking like death. She marched up to the kid (Comet?), ignoring him as she placed her hands on her hips. Comet looked sheepish, rubbing their arm as they gestured to Hal.

"It's not a stranger, it's Green Lantern."

Hal almost snarked that Comet had just called him a stranger, but the quip died in his throat as Carol rounded on him. He instinctively rubbed the back of his neck as he withered under her gaze.

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room? I need to talk about grown-up stuff with Green Lantern."

The kid looked curious but wisely kept their mouth shut and slunk off to their room, sending a glare over their shoulder at Hal. Once their bedroom door was shut, Carol pushed Hal out of the way as she stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

He took in her pale complexion and the way her hands trembled a bit. Getting on Carol's bad side when she was healthy was bad enough, when she was grumpy and sick, however, was a whole other ballpark.

"You weren't answering my calls," he started, trying to keep his voice even as his temper began to bubble over. "I thought something happened to you."

"Well, thanks for your concern, Jordan, but I'm fine. Is that all?"

"No, it's not!" He exclaimed, his arms leaving his side to gesture behind Carol.

Said woman quirked a brow as if to ask him what he meant.

"That kid in there... Comet. Are they-"

"Yours? Yeah," Carol confirmed, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Why?!" Hal shouted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were dead." Carol snapped. "And then you were the Spectre, and by the time you were back, I figured I could raise them on my own."

"Carol, what the fuck?! I know we aren't on the best terms, but keeping my own kid away from me? That's low."

"I already told you why-"

"Because I was dead, yeah, but I've been back for fucking months! You've had plenty of time to tell me!"

"I didn't want to tell you!"

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't want you to hurt them!"

The statement hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire. Which was fitting, considering how hard it felt to breathe.

"Carol, I would never hurt my- ...our kid." He choked out.

"You said the same thing about me."

That seemed to reignite his temper, his brows furrowing. "So, what, you lied to me because you were afraid of something I might do?!"

"Yes, I did, because I couldn't take that fucking chance!" Carol growled. "You'd understand if you were a parent-"

"Don't fucking pull that bullshit on me, Carol. I might not have been able to raise them, but I know what it's like to take care of a kid."

"Do you? Do you, really, Jordan? You may have taken Roy and Helen in, but the first chance you got, you pawned them off to someone else! You might enjoy feeling responsible for them for a few weeks, hell, maybe even a few months, but, soon, you're going to get tired of the routine, and you're gonna leave me to pick up the pieces, again!"

He looked at Carol in disbelief. He opened his mouth to argue more but stopped as something behind Carol caught his eye. Two wide eyes stared at the bickering couple from the window.

Hal cursed, seizing Carol's attention, both of them realizing the mistake they just made. Hal stood awkwardly as Carol stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He stayed there for a few minutes, wondering if he should just leave before banishing that thought. He had already missed out on, what, ten years of this kid's life? There was no way in hell he was leaving them now. Even if he had to fight Carol to stay.

Just as he began to think he might have to bust through the door to see his kid, it opened again. Carol somehow looked even more haggard than before, her eyes red and puffy.

"They want to talk to you."

Now, that surprised him. He assumed they would want nothing to do with him considering, though accidental, he was a deadbeat they didn't even know.

Carol stepped aside, jerking her head toward the kid's room. He nodded wordlessly, deciding to power down his ring to greet them properly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, cautiously approaching the kid. They were sat on their bed, staring at their bare feet. They didn't acknowledge him sitting next to them, only bringing their knees up to their chest.

"I know this must be weird," he started, keeping his voice low and friendly. "Green Lantern shows up asking for your mom and turns out, hey, he's your dad! That must be pretty jarring."

It was silent for a few moments before they spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

"Mama said you didn't know 'bout me."

He waited for them to continue. When they didn't, he affirmed, "I didn't."

"She said you were in space doin' Lantern stuff, so she couldn't tell you, but you can't've stayed in space for nine years... There's no food up there."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't in space for nine years. I had some adult stuff I had to deal with, but I've been back on Earth for a while now."

"Why didn't Mama tell you 'bout me, then?"

Hal took in a deep breath. "Your mother and I haven't had the best relationship. She was worried about... me not being a good dad to you."

"Do you have other kids?"

Hal shook his head.

"Then how would she know that you'd be a bad dad?"

"She... wasn't sure if I wanted to be a dad, and since she wanted to protect you, she kept you a secret."

They seemed to mull it over, letting out a sigh that made them sound older than they were and leaning back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Ya know, there's these kids at school who always make fun of me for not having a dad. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when I tell them that my dad's Green Lantern."

He laughed at that, nudging them with his knee. "I don't think Spooky would be too fond of that idea."

"Spooky?" They questioned, continuing before he could clarify. "Why'd'ya care about what Batman thinks?"

"I don't!"

"...So, does that mean I can tell them?"

"It's called a secret identity for a reason, kiddo."

"Lame." They stuck their tongue out at him. He returned the favor, making them giggle. "Okay, no sayin' you're GL, but can you walk me to school tomorrow? They're not gonna believe me unless you're there."

He almost agreed, then remembered that he might be overstepping Carol's boundaries.

"You're gonna have to ask your mom, kiddo."

They sent him a cheeky smile that he could tell only promised trouble. "Oh, don't worry; she's not gonna say no."

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