Alright, so here there's a little fluff and a little angst.

Sheets tangled around Kyle's slumbering frame as he began fidgeting and whimpering. Hands clenched the sheets. A loud scream emitted from Kyle as he shot up in the dark. Though he couldn't see it, he felt the sweat on his forehead.

The door swung open and the light switched on. It took a second for Kyle's eyes to adjust, but that didn't stop him from looking at the door. Hal was there, in an alerted state of concern. He slid towards Kyle, taking a seat on the bed.

Kyle was still a little dazed and shaky. Hal attempted to touch his shoulder to comfort Kyle, but was denied by a swift twitch. He paused briefly before making another move. Kyle didn't stop Hal from gently resting his hands on his shoulders this time.

"Are you okay?" Hal asked.

"Another nightmare." Kyle quietly admitted. "I'm sorry."

Kyle was clearly frustrated. Anxious, but frustrated. Hal could tell that Kyle didn't like having them and wanted them to go away. However, Hal knew that Kyle was finally processing what happened and healing was going to be a work in process. The fact that Kyle felt the need to apologize made it worse. Especially since Hal believed he didn't need to.

"You don't need to apologize." Hal stated. "Remember, I'm here to help you. If that means waking up to talk to you after a nightmare than I'm all for it."

Kyle shifted, swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Hal kept one arm wrapped around his shoulders. Kyle kept his sight on his lap, where his hands nervously intertwined with each other.

"What did I do wrong to deserve this Hal?"

Hal's grip tightened slightly. He was offended for Kyle. Offended that Kyle believed that about himself.

"You did nothing wrong. Nor did you deserve this."

"But if I hadn't gone out, this wouldn't have happened. I should have listened to your warnings. I should never had gone to Gotham."

Hal recalled those warnings. Outside of necessity, he didn't want anyone going to Gotham, Kyle especially, since he was the youngest. Sure, Kyle had made friends who hang around Gotham, like Jason Todd, but he never trusted the city. Though, that didn't mean Hal didn't want Kyle to enjoy himself from time to time.

"You deserve to have a life outside of the Green Lanterns Kyle." Hal admitted. "You should be able to hang out with friends in peace."

Kyle didn't argue that.

"Come here."

Hal guided Kyle out of the room. He led him to the kitchen and sat Kyle in a chair. Hal went to the cabinet and grabbed a few mugs. He poured coffee into one and in another he prepared a hot chocolate, knowing that Kyle wasn't much of a coffee fan.

Hal returned to the table with the warm drinks in hand. The reddish glow in the distance, he could tell that neither one was going back to sleep at that point. Kyle took his mug shooting Hal a thankful glance.

"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?" Hal asked, taking a sip of coffee. "Anything that I can help you with?"

Kyle took his time taking a big sip of his drink. He was a little uncomfortable with the inquiry, but knew he shouldn't be rude.

"Will I ever get over it?" Kyle quietly asked.

Hal wasn't entirely expecting that to be the first thing Kyle would ask. He knew could handle it, it just was a surprise. All he had to do was be honest.

"I wish I can say that you would, but I can't." Hal admitted. "Sure, I know it'll get easier for you to handle, and the emotional pain of it may subside, but I don't think it will completely go away."

Kyle sighed. It wasn't exactly the answer he was hoping for, but it was something. He looked at Hal, who patted him on the shoulder.

"However, this is a start."

Hal and Kyle spent most of the day interacting. He had Kyle spending time out of the guest room, talking to him. Venting to him. Kyle reiterated his fear and misery, claiming that he had been suffering from nightmares since the incident.

Hal even got Kyle out for a walk around the neighborhood. It was a nice enough day and the neighborhood was vacant enough for Kyle to feel comfortable outside. Kyle enjoyed it, taking in the sights and sounds, while Hal kept an eye out for any potential threats.

Some of the neighbors watched on in curiosity, not too familiar with the troubled artist. Kyle didn't seem to notice, relishing their walk. Hal, however, kept a stern expression aimed at them. No one was going to disturb Kyle on his watch.

As Kyle took a long needed shower, Hal flipped through channels. After their walk, Hal managed to convince Kyle to have lunch with him at a local diner that Hal loved growing up. He was suspicious of his surroundings, but Kyle did enjoy the food and the experience. It was followed up by a small hiking trip by a plane sight that Hal's father worked at. It was enough to wear them both out enough to order carryout for dinner since neither one had the energy to cook.

Nothing appealed to him. Reruns, the weather, and sports didn't catch his interest. It wasn't until he passed a news story dropping the word Bueno that Hal stopped surfing channels. He was shocked and curious, and as luck would have it, it was a story from Gotham.

"If you don't mind me asking, is there anything you'd like to share?" The reporter asked a young blonde.

"He was a heavy set man saying only Bueno." The woman replied. "I was at the bar with some friends and felt uncomfortable with how he was watching us. So I left the bar, but not before taking a picture of him."

The news reporter turned his attention to the camera. The image, from what Hal assumed was taken from the girl's camera, appeared in the corner. He looked just like the woman had explained it. A heavy set man, with dark hair. His face expressed lust and malice as it pointed directly at the camera.

"If you see this man report it immediately." The reported cautiously recommended. "There have been reports that he has assaulted several victims. This is Vicki Vale reporting from Downtown Gotham. Back to you Bob."

Something collided with the floor causing Hal to twitch. He looked towards the origin of the noise to find Kyle frozen in horror with a towel at his feet. Green eyes were widened, absorbing the image in front of them. He didn't say a word, too stunned to say anything.

Hal got up, slowly starting to approach Kyle. He didn't like this silence coming from Kyle. It was too unpredictable.

"Kyle." Hal softly called.

Hal reached out for Kyle, only to be denied. Kyle swiftly exited the house, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Hal wasn't too far behind, slamming the door behind him. Kyle was in the streets with no sense of direction.

"Kyle!" Hal shouted.

Kyle ignored him, as cars honked around him. He stumbled, tripping on his own feet as a truck was driving towards him. Hal popped his ring on, conjuring up a hand shaped construct to knock Kyle out of the way in the nick of time.

Kyle landed on the other side of the street. Hal quickly bolted towards Kyle, hoping to get to him before he could react. The moment Kyle got on his feet, Hal tackled him. Kyle squirmed around in Hal's grip trying to get away.

"I need you to calm down." Hal requested.

"No." Kyle refused. "You saw the report. He's out there Hal. He has a face. I can't stand knowing that."

Kyle snaked his way out of Hal's grip, heading back to the street. A singular light aimed for him, and by the time he realized it, it was too late.

The ending here will kind of help push the plot a little and Hal. It was also meant to act as Kyle having a negative response to finding the identity behind his assault. Not because he can now put a face to the man who did it to him, but just knowing who did it to him being enough to resurface the trauma of it. If that makes sense.