Prologue: Membership exclusive

Space, Hal Jordan didn't really mind space. Though it wasn't his kind of thing. He preferred planets with gravity and air drag and resistance. All the things that made tricking it into letting him soar like a bird fun and exciting. You could tell he was a bit of a flyboy, Hal Jordan turned into a massive ten year old at the sight of anything with aerodynamic capabilities.

At the sight of a space station?

He felt apprehensive. Although he really shouldn't, he knew who he was on shift with.

There are some groups that just gel together. There's no need for bonding on the battlefield, no blood spilled in the name of friendship, no learning curve that comes with a stranger becoming another extension of yourself. Sometimes, it just happens. You make eye contact with someone and you just know that you'll work easily with them and probably have a hell of a time doing it too.

The three heroes had always gotten on like a house on fire, ever since their first rotation together back before the Mt Justice fiasco and they'd all sensed it. Barry "The Flash" Allen, Hal "Green Lantern" Jordan and Oliver "Green Arrow" Queen. For the next year - barring emergencies - they would be working together on the newly built, not even broken in yet Watchtower.

They were all well known jokers and now they'd been given free reign of a state of the art Batman-will-murder-me-if-I-break-it spacestation. What could possibly go wrong?

Truth be told, Hal wasn't nearly as concerned with destroying it as Barry or Oliver. He'd had experience with state of the art before, plenty of times. He was Ferris Air's ultimate test pilot when he wasn't being Green Lantern but heroics never paid the bills. 'So, why does Batman insist on having three heroes on the Watchtower at any given point?' Hal frowned once the bragging tour had been completed.

'Because he's paranoid?' Oliver snorted which caused Hal to throw him a look. 'Hey, I'm not saying it's not a good idea, but the CIA could take lessons from that guy,' Ollie shrugged.

'Yeah well, after Mount Justice, who can blame him?' Barry muttered and sank into one of the bucket seats that faced the bank of monitors and controls with a relaxed sigh. 'They really went all out on this place though.' He smirked. 'Even the seats. I call dibs on this one by the way.'

'You can have it,' Hal joked. 'I have a life.'

The two other heroes exchanged knowing grins. 'Hark who's suddenly confident, Ollie.' Barry quipped. 'I wonder why?'

'I have a date with Carol tonight,' Hal smirked. And this one would not go pear shaped like the last six. Twice Sinestro had interrupted, three emergencies he'd had to intervene in and one Batman call. But this one - this one would go right. It had taken the limit of his persuasive skills to get Carol to even agree to one more date and Hal was determined it go wonderfully.

Oliver sank into a chair next to Barry. 'Batman didn't tell you I take it?' He chuckled as though delivering some particularly amusing bad news.

'Tell me what?' Hal demanded suspiciously.

'Batman introduced some new policies. Watchtower shifts are twenty-four hours long.'

'Sonova-!'

'Get comfy, we're going to be here a while,' Barry laughed and tipped the chair back with a flourish.

'Maybe the CIA could take lessons from Batman,' Hal groaned. 'Twenty-four hours? It used to be twelve!'

'Yeah well, access up here's limited. The Zeta Tubes were upgraded to block unauthorized access and since there aren't that many of us with heavy experience...' Oliver trailed off.

'Great. Just great. Is that meant to be flattering? Cause it's not.' Hal groaned. Carol was going to flay him when he cancelled! No she would go Star Sapphire and destroy half of Coast City in a rage! Why him? Why did all his plans have to get ruined by Batman? 'Clark approved this?' He gaped. 'Diana approved this?!'

'Yeah.'

'How many people are authorized?' Hal demanded.

'Well, there's big blue, Sir Grim, Diana, Hawkgirl, me, you, Ollie, Oren, J'onn, Booster-' Barry ticked off fingers as he went.

'How the hell did Booster get on the list?' Hal demanded.

'I have no idea.' Oliver replied. 'But he is.'

Thankfully there were more people than he'd thought. Imagining a continuous shift with Batman almost made an extended mission in space seem attractive but he'd used up all his holidays and sick cover for the next ten years, as Carol just loved to point out. She practically owned his soul at this point.

Surreptitiously, he pulled out his phone and contemplated sending her a text but that was not how you broke off a last chance. Especially if you wanted another.

'I gotta go make a call.' He groaned and moved towards the brand new, state of the art kitchen as Barry and Oliver chortled in the background.

A/N: Hello! Welcome to Shifts. Basically my excuse to quietly giggle at the terrible trio - Barry, Hal, and Oliver - the Big Three - Clark, Bruce and Diana - and everything between. There'll be pranks and hilarity as well as serious moments. I won't even pretend to be up to date on the comics, at all. But I do quite heavy research. They will also be in no particular order or time-frame.

And the thought that if a team is entirely comprised of leaders, are they still a team?