THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE
DISCLAIMER: You know the drill.
Green Lantern stood in line waiting for his order at Salazaar's Deli. He'd ordered a pastrami on rye with extra sauce, cannoli, and iced tea. He'd already taken four selfies with customers brave enough to approach him and threw peace signs at those trying to discreetly snap photos of him from their seats.
His phone twittered thrice. He looked down and pressed the message icon. It was Green Arrow. 'Will you please change your color?' He raised an eyebrow. Okay, what? 'People keep getting us mixed up.' A tired emoji punctuated the message.
How the heck was that even possible? He used an awesome power ring made by ancient beings as old as the universe. Oliver shot nifty arrows. How were they comparable except by their colors? And as a Lantern changing his color meant more than just changing clothes.
'If I change to a different color it will completely change my abilities and personality.' He sent. Surely Green Arrow understood that fact. He glanced down when his phone twittered.
He unlocked the screen, expression becoming a picture of clear vexation. 'That's fine. Your current personality s'not that great.' That humpin' terd blossom! In his own opinion, he had a great personality. Ask Batman on a good day. His eyebrow twitched.
'You know I'm starting to understand the appeal of Red Lanterns.' He sent. Friggin Green Arrow. He strode forward when the cook called out his order number. He paid, nodding cordially at the elderly man, and strode towards the door. He drank in the mouthwatering scent wafting through the paper bag. Oh, he had been craving this for over a week and he was going to enjoy his heaven. He opened the door and stepped onto the bustling sidewalk, the sounds of the city greeting his ears.
His phone twittered. He sighed and looked down at the message. 'Great! So, you can change and I'll be the only green one.' He took in a meditative sigh. Friggin Green Arrow. He had half a mind to visit the little green hooded pecker.
Before he could answer with a beautifully worded barb, his phone twittered. It was Wally. 'Guys, I want you to meet our newest Leaguers today! My great-grandson from the future Green Flash and his wife Green Girl.'
John chortled at the irony and wonderful timing of Wally's text. His phone twittered and a message from Green Arrow popped on-screen. 'FML! So, do you think I'd look best in blue or…?'
A bark of laughter left the man. 'Yeah, blue is your color,' he typed. With the conversation over he took flight. He'd thank The Flash later.
END
A.N.: And that is, as they say, a wrap! I enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. See ya next time!