Author's Notes: I had a random, messed up idea for a ship off of Batman vs. Superman and...sort of ran with it. This is based off of my headcanon for Hal Jordan (/Green Lanterns in general) in the DCEU, where they haven't been on Earth until after BvS. I wrote the first two chapters very quickly (and the second was fairly late at night after the first), they're unbeta'd/proofread/etc.

Warnings: Spoilers for BvS, mildly dubious consent, Lex Luthor

Disclaimer: Hal Jordan, Lex Luthor, etc., etc. do not belong to me.

3C

One

"Where did you get this data?"

Superman turned back to the League, observing them as a group. "It came from...Lex Luthor," he finally admitted, as Batman gritted his teeth and nodded confirmation.

"What?!" Hal had already been floating on the side of the table, never bothering to sit down in it, else he would have stood to emphasize his point. "You can't trust him, he's a sociopath!"

Everyone else took the outburst at face value as they weighed the benefits against the risks, but Hal could feel Batman's eyes lingering on him and knew he'd said too much. He was always walking a fine line between his identities-he was Green Lantern, he was Pol Manning, he was not Hal Jordan. Hal Jordan was dead.

"He looked for you, you know."

"What?" Taken aback by the sudden appearance of the Bat, and the topic that had nothing to do with his current patrol, Hal landed on the roof next to him, waiting for an explanation.

"Luthor." Hal thought his heart might be pounding hard enough to push its way through his chest. Surely even someone with human senses could tell. "After your plane was reported as destroyed and you dead, he had the crash site examined. There weren't any human remains."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hal Jordan. I looked him up, he's the only pilot Luthor's ever had any sort of interest in besides business. He was a major funder for Ferris Air about a decade ago, threw all sorts of money around to get his military prototypes tested there." Batman cocked his head to the side, face expressionless, but Hal could sense the smugness in his tone. "Some hotshot pilot worked out of there, on loan from the Air Force. Harold Jordan, the most stereotypical flyboy you could imagine...except he didn't really have any preferences when it came to who he slept with."

The ring was good for lots of things, regulating bodily responses was one of them. His nostrils flared, his eyes widened, but the other signs of his surprise he kept under control. "So? It seems like Luthor's known for his...pet projects."

"Except when those projects suddenly fail in an unexplainable crash, he'll let others handle the cleanup. He took an interest in this one. He took an interest in you."

There'd been too many hints over the last year, too many little details he'd handed over to Batman without thinking. Having lived in California, having been a pilot, his love for dangerous, fast tech. Of course someone like him would eventually have enough of the puzzle to guess what the picture was.

"So what do you want? A prize? Luthor and I fucked a lifetime ago. Now he's locked up and I'm not even supposed to be on this planet."

There was something softer in Bruce's eyes, something that made Hal feel just about as pathetic as he ever had. "I don't care who you are, or who you pretend to be, as long as it doesn't make trouble for the League."

"It won't. It couldn't."

Lex escaped, eventually. He didn't sneak out in the night, he didn't blow up his cell or fake his death. He convinced the world he was falsely imprisoned, and then he seemed to save it when the League couldn't. For a few weeks, he had higher approval ratings than Superman.

Batman's paranoia proved helpful for Hal, letting him avoid most of the fights where he might encounter Lex. Eventually, though, his luck ran out.

He remembered their first time: a fancy hotel that Lex had wined and dined Hal and Carol at, an invitation to come up to his room and discuss a few details after Carol had headed home for the night. Clever hands mapping his body, as if they could discover all his secrets if they just touched enough.

He'd jokingly called Lex 'sir', then kept doing it after the reaction it got. A silk tie more expensive than his entire wardrobe around his wrists, teeth marks along his collarbone that took a whole week to fade. If they hadn't just sold their souls to Lex Corp for the contract, Hal would have still felt owned after that night.

And then it just...kept happening. Hal was a pilot, his preferred planes the sort of dangerous that scared most people, he could handle Lex's moods, Lex's scurrying thoughts. He even liked it, the way he liked everything that could get him killed.

Two weeks before his recruitment, he'd brought up moving to Metropolis. Three days before, Lex had wiped all the apartment hunt details off his computer and gave him a pass to his penthouse.

After the ring landed on his finger and the world exploded into green light and shrapnel, Hal had been too distracted to process what he'd been forced to leave behind.

"Clever trick, can you impersonate anyone?"

Lex's eyes tracked every movement Hal made, his finger never straying from the button that would bring the whole building down around them and the thousand so workers inside.

"No, I've never been good at those sorts of games, Lex."

He flinched. Hal tensed. Technically, he had enough power left in his ring to contain the blast-as long as he wasn't trying to protect himself from it.

"Is it a trick of perception, then? Our eyes reflecting back whoever we'd want to see?"

Hal wished he could look away from Lex's hand, study his face, try to figure out what the hell he was thinking (he used to be so good at that, surely that wasn't a skill he could lose?). "Why would you want to see me? You don't normally dwell on the dead." He'd killed Mercy, Superman had told him that, and if Lex was willing to sacrifice her he'd take out anyone.

"We never found a body. There was no trace of human remains at the crash site." Lex had grown used to impossible things, it seemed.

His hand shook, inched away from the button. Hal didn't let himself relax. He looked up at Lex's face, catching his eyes before they lowered to Hal's hand, to his ring.

"It found me during that test flight. It...enlisted me."

"And you're not entirely you anymore, are you?"

"It's a neurological interface." Lex took a sharp breath.

Hal took a step closer, staying on the ground to make himself seem more normal. It was so odd, seeing a familiar face from his past, after he'd tried so hard to avoid everyone.

"I knew you weren't dead. I knew it."

He reached out and touched the barrier over Hal's cheek. After a moment, Hal let it drop, his shielding fading until it was just his uniform, his real eyes looking out from his mask.

"I know. I heard you looked for me."

Lex gave a beatific smile, eyes beginning to twinkle with amusement, madness, Hal wasn't quite sure. "And now...I've found you."

If it was anyone else, in any other situation, Hal thought he would have been ready for it. But this was Lex, his first meeting with him after so long, and of course he looked shifty, he always did.

Still, he'd curse himself when he woke up for ever letting him get that close.