𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶
The five times Robin fell in love with a Red Lantern and the one time she fell harder five years later.
Nightwing x OC
Yo...
a/n: last chapter before S2... i'm gonna need serious therapy after this one
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~Hal's POV~
"Saint Walker and Razer just arrived, Hal."
"The Guardians are on their way still. We can't start this without them." I said, watching Zaria spar with Kory. "I'm terrified, Carol. She's seventeen... She should be worrying about crushes and college applications, not cataclysmic cosmic events and diplomatic executions."
Carol's eyes didn't waver from the sparring ring below us.
"She's seventeen. And she's survived the Red Ring, bonded with Will, mastered Hope, stood against Fear, and balanced Avarice. She's already stronger than most Lanterns I've ever known."
I didn't disagree.
But I couldn't ignore the ache crawling up my spine.
"She's still a kid, Carol."
"And she's also a weapon," Carol said. "Not because she wanted to be... but because no one ever gave her the space to be anything else."
I clenched my jaw, arms crossed tight over my chest. Below us, Kory swept Zaria's leg out from under her, but instead of falling, Zaria twisted midair, landed in a crouch, and launched a precision construct just shy of Kory's shoulder.
Efficient. Controlled. Dangerous.
"She's good," I muttered.
"She's lethal," Carol said. "And she's trying not to be."
That hit harder than I wanted to admit.
"I thought I was doing the right thing," I said quietly. "Taking her in. Teaching her control. Structure. I thought I was helping."
"You were." Carol finally looked at me, and there was no anger in her voice, just exhaustion, laced with something gentler. "You just didn't realize she needed more than just control. She needed to feel. And the Corps... isn't good at that."
"She got the Red Ring when she was nine, Carol. Nine." My voice cracked on the last word. "She didn't get to have a childhood. She didn't get to heal. And now she's carrying more emotional spectrum energy than anyone in history and the Guardians are probably coming here to decide whether she lives or dies."
"Then it's your job to prove them wrong once again," Laira spoke from behind me. "You proved them wrong once before, Jordan. You can do it again."
"I'm not allowed to speak at the trial, Laira," I countered. "Not even stand beside her. Just watch as they decide what they're gonna do to her."
"Which is why we're here," she assured, watching Zaria with a small smile. "We're not going to abandon her, Jordan."
