Hi again, Robin here (like you were expecting someone else)

Today was yet another weird one in the world of the rafters. Nothing big, dramatic or life changing though. Sorry to disappoint. But hey, this time Hal Jordan came in.

For those of you who do not have access to an unlimited amount of data on him—like the bat computer—I'll give you some back ground info.

Hal Jordan is the current green lantern of earth. Actually he is the first human Green Lantern—well human of earth anyway. His power comes from a ring that has to be recharged like a cell phone. But instead he uses a big alien lantern. Go figure right?

Anyway when he came in I tried to guess what in the world he could be doing in there. None of the others had been doing anything predictable when they came in so this time I just sat back and watched the scene play out. He didn't head for a quiet corner or a soft chair. But instead he stood on the training area and typed in a code I didn't know. Was this going to be something like wonder woman and a long lost lover? I kind of doubted it because of Hal's playboy status. But try to keep an open mind right?

A digital jet plane came slowly form the training ground and I smirked. For once it was a predictable move. Hal was a jet pilot; though why he wasn't just doing it in a real jet was beyond me.

The simulation was one of flying through a canyon. Sitting back and watching I was in awe of his talent. So that was why they didn't fire him from his job. He was really good.

But when a particularly difficult part of the sim came up he jerked the control to hard and swerved hard into the side of the canyon.

"Sim over, status failure," announced the tech voice.

What, I mouthed, wondering what in the world could have sent this talented pilot into such a panic. With a sigh, Hal knocked me out of my thoughts, as he stood from the sim jet.

The jet disappeared and he sat down on the ground rubbing his forehead. "Why can't I get my head together?" he said out loud. This time—unlike before—I prepared myself for the 'talking-to-yourself-moment.' (Seriously we need to get a therapist for these heroes they all talk to themselves to much) "One failed mission. One lost soldier. Is that going to cost a life time of panic?"

So that's what this was about. I had seen on the news about some failed military mission, but I must not have noticed who was in it. How was one lost soldier affecting him? He was a superhero he must have witnessed civilian death before… hadn't he?

"Get your head back on straight Jordan," he sighed again and stood before leaving. It was funny how different Hal was alone. He was my uncle Hal. He had been one of my many adopted parental figures—what can I say I was raised by the Justice League. I wished I could help but this was an in your head problem. There was nothing I could do but smile through and hope for the best.

As he left I smiled down at the training sim. I was going to have to try that sweet jet out sometime.

Until next time—Robin

P.S. wish me luck on the jet sim…what?

I am SO SORRY! *sobs hysterically* I haven't updated in so long. I know I'm a horrible person. I will update faster I really am so very sorry

Robin: she is.

Me: nods

Robin: she promises that if you leave her reviews (that aren't being mad at her for the log wait) she'll update faster