A/N: this arose from a conversation with Green Gallant. Blame him for telling me to upload the draft version.
Okay, I rattled this off super fast because it almost made me late for work. I don't own DC stuff and this story is set during the DC epic crossover Blackest Night. If you have no idea what Blackest Night is...go look it up before reading this. If you have never seen Ray Palmer's Indigo Tribe/Lantern costume for his short stint as a deputized Indigo ring wielder...got look it up in Googles Images or something. Otherwise you're going to be lost on what's going on.
Don't Ask; Don't...Oh, Never Mind:
"Oo...fetching."
The two men eyed each other while the other short-term Lantern of the Rainbow uncomfortably zipped about in his new cobalt body suit, obviously wanting to say something as well, but still refraining from comment unlike his emerald comrade. The more...flamboyantly (half-dressed?) Ray Palmer finally gave his green-clad ogler a curt reply:
"Don't even go there, Hal."
"What? I'm just saying what everyone is thinking, Atom."
"Um, Ray, you do look kinda...queer." The temporary Blue Lantern blinked as if he'd just realized something. "Hey, even your name rhythms with-"
Despite his new on-loan status as an honorary Indigo Lantern, Ray Palmer -currently a victim of somebody's odd idea of purplish-blue fashion- was feeling more than a tad uncomfortable in that scion's particular garb. Honestly, it put him in mind of a Native American Conan The Barbarian cosplayer ready to work a game of lacrosse. Ray pointed a stiff finger at the newly minted Lantern of Hope. "Stuff it, Barry."
"B-But.." Allen stammered.
"I said. Stuff. It."
Barry bit his lip and nodded.
Unfortunately for Palmer, the little return remark to the embarrassed Flash did not go unheard.
"Wow, Would you consider that he's looking kind of...I dunno...hot under the collar for a Compassion peddler?" Hal Jordon smirked.
"I'd say yes. Maybe the Indigo Tribe just wanted to know if he'd be pansy enough to wear that get up in public." Sinestro replied.
Hal snickered at Palmer's look of indignation. "It does make him look...available for spreading his...compassion around. Feel my bared heart, baby...oh yeah."
Ray flushed red from mounting ire. "You guys want to know what Compassion feels like? I swear, if you don't all shut up about my costume you'll regret it!" He angrily shook his staff at them. "Any more crack comments and you'll be feeling this Compassion dildo up your-!"
"Okay, okay...no need to switch to Red on us; but...you know, that was kind of a gay thing to say." More snickers.
"Grr!"
"Uh oh..." Barry judiciously took the time to move way back -hopefully out of the range of colorful blasts. Finding this a wise move, the other Lanterns quickly joined him. "Wow...I know I've been gone awhile, but Compassion has changed a lot since I was resurrected."
"It's like watching 'never before seen footage' of the War of the Rings!"
"I hope Will-power has health insurance."
"Ooo...that's going to leave a mark."
"Hey, aren't we suppose to be fighting Black Lanterns?"
"Its okay...they're all watching this too. It's better stuff than most WWF bouts."
"You can say that again. Never saw those moves on TV."
"I thought Hal was human. Can they really bend that way?"
"Never mind...was Atom meant to swing that way?"
"You mean his orientation or his body's atmospheric position?"
"Both."
"Uh...seems Yoda was right...size matters not."
"Bummer. Looks like Green's going to need a deputy Lantern after all."