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a/n: these two gossiping while the world is LITERALLY ending is sending me into orbit

i love them

and before y'all start with the comments in a certain point of this chapter... i've done the research for a while and it's VERY POSSIBLE FOR IT TO HAPPEN

Recognized: White Lantern, B-04Green Lantern, B-23 Superboy, B-05Miss Martian, B-06

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Recognized: White Lantern, B-04
Green Lantern, B-23
Superboy, B-05
Miss Martian, B-06

"Who changed my designation?"

"I voted for Disco Ball, but Nightwing said we needed to keep it professional," Connor smirked and I elbowed his side. "He's down the hall. Go be adorable while I gag in the corner."

I didn't need to be told twice.

My boots were barely touching the ground as I flew through the Watchtower hallways, the Rings shifting into a soft purple glow around me.

Then I saw him.

Dick stood with his back to me, adjusting his gloves, shoulders trembling just slightly.

"You seriously changed my designation?" I smirked.

He froze.

Just... froze.

Then he turned slowly, like he was afraid if he moved too fast I might disappear.

The second his eyes landed on me, his breath hitched.

"Crimson..." he whispered, voice cracking in a way I had never heard from him.

I stepped closer, Rings glowing in soft orbit around me like tiny stars.

"You changed my designation?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Technically you're no longer a Red Lantern," He let out a half-laugh, half-breathless sound, like someone punched the wind out of him and hugged him at the same time. "And SB wanted it to be Disco Lantern, but I figured you wouldn't like that."

"I would not have liked that," I said, stepping closer. "At all."

"You say that," Dick murmured, eyes roaming over me like he was memorizing every inch, "but the Rings make you sparkle. It was a strong argument. Even Wally and Zee were involved."

"I don't sparkle."

"You literally glow."

"That's different."

"It is absolutely not different," he whispered. His voice was shaking now as he placed his hands on my waist. "God, Zaria. It's... it's been absolute hell without you here."

I swallowed, hands sliding up his chest, feeling the tremor in every breath he took.

"You handled it," I whispered. "You always do."

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