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thejusticelounge2013-01-12 10:12 pm
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league interviews: green lantern jordan
For his interview with Hal, Ollie’d set up his table and chairs and recorder in the Experimental Botany Greenspace two decks under Hangar J. He chose one of the more well-lit areas, surrounded by a collection of slightly odd looking broad-leafed tropical plants and ground misters that went off every fifteen minutes. The whole place smelled like green and dirt.
Ollie didn’t anticipate that interviewing Hal would be too onerous, although there was plenty of scope for possible frustration. He intended to do it thoroughly and by the book enough that there’d be no aspersions cast once the investigation was all through and done … but Hal could be pretty laconic when he wasn’t in the mood for a particular conversation. And the last thing Ollie wanted was Hal shrugging noncommittally on the other side of the table.
“Hey there, GL Jordan,” he called when he heard Hal come in to the botany space. “I’m over this-a-way. Come sit down and we’l get this thing started.”
Hal honestly wasn’t looking forward to the whole ‘interview’ thing. Uniform on and mask in place, he opted to make this feel as formal for himself as possible…Mostly to try and offset just how comfortable he usually was talking to Oliver. Why did OLLIE have to do it? Why not bats or Clark?
Shrugging the thought off, he made his way to the table, breathing in the thick scent of soil and plants. At least that was comforting. He nudged the chair out with his foot and took a seat, relaxing into it a bit.
“You never did tell me exactly what this is all about,” he noted.
“That’s right, I forgot you never bothered reading JLA meeting minutes. Even when you used to be part of the meetings.” Ollie snorted and tapped on his recorder, taking a moment to state Hal’s full name and position and JLA ident number. Then he folded his fingers together and leaned back in his chair.
“Lantern Jordan, I’m conducting an internal investigation into the possibility of there being a mole or some other kind of double or sleeper agent among the members of the League and periphery. Considering the amount of personal information the Eden Corps had on us during their attack, it’s clear that there is somebody who’s been feeding them intel on how best to get to us.” Ollie took a breath, spreading his hands. “And guess what lunkhead volunteered to conduct this internal investigation.”
Smiling wryly at Hal, Ollie scanned through his notes, squinting at them and scratching his beard. “So you didn’t get any personal threats from the Eden Corps,” he began, “in fact, you were off-planet for the first round of them. When you returned, you first attended to getting the kids safe, then fought … a plague of frogs with Manhunter?… then came to Bludhaven to rescue me.” He grimaced.
“Pretty straightforward stuff, Hal. Although you did seem to cross paths with a lot of folks along the way. Did you feel anybody was behaving oddly? Trying to hide something?” Ollie caught Hal’s gaze and held it, eyes intense as he very deliberately asked, “You were with Kate when she got my coded message about where I was. Did she seem to solve it too quickly?”
Hal’d endured his share of inquiries, especially with the way he’d always flown in the air force. With them, though, they were looking for someone to blame for their x million dollar jet going down, and he always gave them perfect reasoning as to why a crash was necessary. Still, sitting across from his long time friend and lover was…weird.
“Nothing seemed that out of the ordinary to me,” he said. “I got planet side and got caught up on what was going on and got busy. Honestly if anyone was acting strangely, I’d never notice. I was awake for about three days straight, so was Kate…S’far as the note goes, we both figured it out about the same time.”
Shrugging, he leaned back in his seat, folding his hands in his lap. He was glad he wasn’t a suspect. That would have been ridiculous. Still…he had to wonder who was.
Ollie took a moment to scribble a few notes, and his eyes flicked over the page, higher up, before they met Hal’s again. “When you came to rescue me…you weren’t with Roy all of the time. Describe the chain of events for me, starting from when you and Kate parted company with Roy.”
He scratched at his beard, looking almost irritated with it, then gazed pointedly at Hal again, “Also, whose idea was it that he stay outside, on the perimeter? Yours and/or Kate’s…or Roy’s?”
“When we got to the place, none of us were really thinking all that clearly,” he said. “I decided splitting up was a better idea, and divided the groups to what I thought was best. Mia and Conner were out front, while myself, Kate, Roy and Jason Blood went inside. Roy…Somewhere along the line I lost track of him..”
Hal hadn’t thought that all too significant until now. Brow furrowing, he hummed under his breath and leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.
“I don’t think he was in league with them,” he said. “But…Sadly, I can’t account for anyone’s actions by my own. I was…a little single minded at the time.” He gave Ollie a meaningful look, knowing the blond would get it. How could Hal be concerned with anything else when Ollie might have been dying just under his feet?
Ollie nodded slowly. “I understand, Hal…” he held Hal’s look an extra length of time, as if seeing something new in his eyes he’d not seen before, his expression unreadable. Then he dropped his eyes back to the notebook, his thumb absently playing along the wire coil binding, and he cleared his throat gently.
“So,” he finally spoke again, not looking back up, “Any idea how long Roy’s activities or whereabouts were unaccounted for?”
“I have no idea,” Hal said. “Honestly, could have been seconds, could have been an hour. My sense of time is irregular and unreliable at it’s best. Comes from being off planet.”
How annoying…Ollieknewthat about Hal. Maybe he was just following some formula to seem thorough. Still…Hal tried to think, but the events of that night were still a huge blur, even now. A lack of proper rest combined with over excitement made for moments that rushed by in a wild tizzy.
“I really don’t know how much help I can be,” he said at length. “The stress of that whole situation got to me pretty bad.”
He was quiet another long moment, then met his eyes and leaned back tiredly in his chair. “I’m sorry I had to put you through this, Hal…” Ollie went to rub his eyes, stopping as soon as he realized he was wearing his mask, and shook his head with a rueful look at the Lantern. “I must be more tired than I realized.”
”Thanks for your cooperation in rehashing this territory. I know it wasn’t easy,” he sighed. With that he closed his notebook, and hovered a hand over the stop button on the recorder. “We’re done here for today, unless you had anything you wanted to add…?”
Hal tilted his head a little, watching the other man closely. He shook his head at the inquiry, shifting in his seat.
“Only that I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,” he said voice oddly gentle. “But…I don’t think that has to go on the record.”
He got up from his seat, crossing the distance between them and pressing stop for him. In the same motion, he clasped the other’s hand, nosing the ridiculous hat out of the way to press a kiss to the top of his head. He felt bad for being busy, but..what else could he do?
Ollie closed his eyes, half-anticipating the kiss, and gave his partner a weak smile. “At least it’s one interview closer to bein’ finished,” he replied, “Another day closer too. I’m going to head home, I think.”
He left that hanging there, wondering what Hal’s plans might be, before beginning to gather up his note book and recorder. That he tired out so quickly during even the most mundane activities, and so early in the day was frustrating him to no end.
“I know you’re busy, Hal, you probably need to get going…” he reached over and squeezed the Lantern’s shoulder affectionately, “We’ll expect you when we see you, I guess?”
Brown eyes watched the blond closely from behind the green mask. Something was amiss here…Ollie wasn’t acting like himself, and it was making Hal nervous. Minimal reciprocation was really unlike him.
“Yeah, I suppose. I have some business in Star City to look to, so I’ll be back and forth a lot the next few days.” He shifted his weight, bringing his hand up to clasp Ollie’s forearm. “Gonna miss seeing you.”
Ollie looked down at Hal’s hands on his forearm, and back up into face, and without a word he walked around the stupid table that was between them, removing his hat as he did so Hal wouldn’t push it completely off. A moment later he had Hal in a tight hug, breathing over his shoulder, “I’ll miss you too.” The truth was, he already had been missing him so much.
This was definitely weird. Hal returned the hug, gently rubbing the blond’s back.
“Ollie, is everything alright?” he asked, gently nudging the other back. He moved his hand to push Ollie’s unruly hair behind his ear, fingers brushing along the back of his ear. “These interviews getting to you?”
The archer shrugged a bit, conceding as he looked away, “They’re certainly not what I’d call pleasant. An’ yours was short compared to some of the civilian staff I did earlier today.” He managed a smile, “I’m okay, Hal, I’m probably just tired. That reminds me, I gotta see Dr. Smith before he goes off shift…”
Hal nodded, a bit stiffly really. He let go of the other man, easing back just a little. He gave the other a once over, shifting his weight a bit.
“Have him give you a once over,” he said. “Last thing we need is you burning out on us right now.” He pressed a kiss to Oliver’s cheek, giving his mustache a light nuzzle before he moved away. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“I will. I’ll see you later,” Ollie watched him go, then slowly began to pack up. He hated this. He was really hating this…
Ollie didn’t anticipate that interviewing Hal would be too onerous, although there was plenty of scope for possible frustration. He intended to do it thoroughly and by the book enough that there’d be no aspersions cast once the investigation was all through and done … but Hal could be pretty laconic when he wasn’t in the mood for a particular conversation. And the last thing Ollie wanted was Hal shrugging noncommittally on the other side of the table.
“Hey there, GL Jordan,” he called when he heard Hal come in to the botany space. “I’m over this-a-way. Come sit down and we’l get this thing started.”
Hal honestly wasn’t looking forward to the whole ‘interview’ thing. Uniform on and mask in place, he opted to make this feel as formal for himself as possible…Mostly to try and offset just how comfortable he usually was talking to Oliver. Why did OLLIE have to do it? Why not bats or Clark?
Shrugging the thought off, he made his way to the table, breathing in the thick scent of soil and plants. At least that was comforting. He nudged the chair out with his foot and took a seat, relaxing into it a bit.
“You never did tell me exactly what this is all about,” he noted.
“That’s right, I forgot you never bothered reading JLA meeting minutes. Even when you used to be part of the meetings.” Ollie snorted and tapped on his recorder, taking a moment to state Hal’s full name and position and JLA ident number. Then he folded his fingers together and leaned back in his chair.
“Lantern Jordan, I’m conducting an internal investigation into the possibility of there being a mole or some other kind of double or sleeper agent among the members of the League and periphery. Considering the amount of personal information the Eden Corps had on us during their attack, it’s clear that there is somebody who’s been feeding them intel on how best to get to us.” Ollie took a breath, spreading his hands. “And guess what lunkhead volunteered to conduct this internal investigation.”
Smiling wryly at Hal, Ollie scanned through his notes, squinting at them and scratching his beard. “So you didn’t get any personal threats from the Eden Corps,” he began, “in fact, you were off-planet for the first round of them. When you returned, you first attended to getting the kids safe, then fought … a plague of frogs with Manhunter?… then came to Bludhaven to rescue me.” He grimaced.
“Pretty straightforward stuff, Hal. Although you did seem to cross paths with a lot of folks along the way. Did you feel anybody was behaving oddly? Trying to hide something?” Ollie caught Hal’s gaze and held it, eyes intense as he very deliberately asked, “You were with Kate when she got my coded message about where I was. Did she seem to solve it too quickly?”
Hal’d endured his share of inquiries, especially with the way he’d always flown in the air force. With them, though, they were looking for someone to blame for their x million dollar jet going down, and he always gave them perfect reasoning as to why a crash was necessary. Still, sitting across from his long time friend and lover was…weird.
“Nothing seemed that out of the ordinary to me,” he said. “I got planet side and got caught up on what was going on and got busy. Honestly if anyone was acting strangely, I’d never notice. I was awake for about three days straight, so was Kate…S’far as the note goes, we both figured it out about the same time.”
Shrugging, he leaned back in his seat, folding his hands in his lap. He was glad he wasn’t a suspect. That would have been ridiculous. Still…he had to wonder who was.
Ollie took a moment to scribble a few notes, and his eyes flicked over the page, higher up, before they met Hal’s again. “When you came to rescue me…you weren’t with Roy all of the time. Describe the chain of events for me, starting from when you and Kate parted company with Roy.”
He scratched at his beard, looking almost irritated with it, then gazed pointedly at Hal again, “Also, whose idea was it that he stay outside, on the perimeter? Yours and/or Kate’s…or Roy’s?”
“When we got to the place, none of us were really thinking all that clearly,” he said. “I decided splitting up was a better idea, and divided the groups to what I thought was best. Mia and Conner were out front, while myself, Kate, Roy and Jason Blood went inside. Roy…Somewhere along the line I lost track of him..”
Hal hadn’t thought that all too significant until now. Brow furrowing, he hummed under his breath and leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.
“I don’t think he was in league with them,” he said. “But…Sadly, I can’t account for anyone’s actions by my own. I was…a little single minded at the time.” He gave Ollie a meaningful look, knowing the blond would get it. How could Hal be concerned with anything else when Ollie might have been dying just under his feet?
Ollie nodded slowly. “I understand, Hal…” he held Hal’s look an extra length of time, as if seeing something new in his eyes he’d not seen before, his expression unreadable. Then he dropped his eyes back to the notebook, his thumb absently playing along the wire coil binding, and he cleared his throat gently.
“So,” he finally spoke again, not looking back up, “Any idea how long Roy’s activities or whereabouts were unaccounted for?”
“I have no idea,” Hal said. “Honestly, could have been seconds, could have been an hour. My sense of time is irregular and unreliable at it’s best. Comes from being off planet.”
How annoying…Ollieknewthat about Hal. Maybe he was just following some formula to seem thorough. Still…Hal tried to think, but the events of that night were still a huge blur, even now. A lack of proper rest combined with over excitement made for moments that rushed by in a wild tizzy.
“I really don’t know how much help I can be,” he said at length. “The stress of that whole situation got to me pretty bad.”
He was quiet another long moment, then met his eyes and leaned back tiredly in his chair. “I’m sorry I had to put you through this, Hal…” Ollie went to rub his eyes, stopping as soon as he realized he was wearing his mask, and shook his head with a rueful look at the Lantern. “I must be more tired than I realized.”
”Thanks for your cooperation in rehashing this territory. I know it wasn’t easy,” he sighed. With that he closed his notebook, and hovered a hand over the stop button on the recorder. “We’re done here for today, unless you had anything you wanted to add…?”
Hal tilted his head a little, watching the other man closely. He shook his head at the inquiry, shifting in his seat.
“Only that I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,” he said voice oddly gentle. “But…I don’t think that has to go on the record.”
He got up from his seat, crossing the distance between them and pressing stop for him. In the same motion, he clasped the other’s hand, nosing the ridiculous hat out of the way to press a kiss to the top of his head. He felt bad for being busy, but..what else could he do?
Ollie closed his eyes, half-anticipating the kiss, and gave his partner a weak smile. “At least it’s one interview closer to bein’ finished,” he replied, “Another day closer too. I’m going to head home, I think.”
He left that hanging there, wondering what Hal’s plans might be, before beginning to gather up his note book and recorder. That he tired out so quickly during even the most mundane activities, and so early in the day was frustrating him to no end.
“I know you’re busy, Hal, you probably need to get going…” he reached over and squeezed the Lantern’s shoulder affectionately, “We’ll expect you when we see you, I guess?”
Brown eyes watched the blond closely from behind the green mask. Something was amiss here…Ollie wasn’t acting like himself, and it was making Hal nervous. Minimal reciprocation was really unlike him.
“Yeah, I suppose. I have some business in Star City to look to, so I’ll be back and forth a lot the next few days.” He shifted his weight, bringing his hand up to clasp Ollie’s forearm. “Gonna miss seeing you.”
Ollie looked down at Hal’s hands on his forearm, and back up into face, and without a word he walked around the stupid table that was between them, removing his hat as he did so Hal wouldn’t push it completely off. A moment later he had Hal in a tight hug, breathing over his shoulder, “I’ll miss you too.” The truth was, he already had been missing him so much.
This was definitely weird. Hal returned the hug, gently rubbing the blond’s back.
“Ollie, is everything alright?” he asked, gently nudging the other back. He moved his hand to push Ollie’s unruly hair behind his ear, fingers brushing along the back of his ear. “These interviews getting to you?”
The archer shrugged a bit, conceding as he looked away, “They’re certainly not what I’d call pleasant. An’ yours was short compared to some of the civilian staff I did earlier today.” He managed a smile, “I’m okay, Hal, I’m probably just tired. That reminds me, I gotta see Dr. Smith before he goes off shift…”
Hal nodded, a bit stiffly really. He let go of the other man, easing back just a little. He gave the other a once over, shifting his weight a bit.
“Have him give you a once over,” he said. “Last thing we need is you burning out on us right now.” He pressed a kiss to Oliver’s cheek, giving his mustache a light nuzzle before he moved away. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“I will. I’ll see you later,” Ollie watched him go, then slowly began to pack up. He hated this. He was really hating this…