The Emerald Gladiator..... "WEAPONS OF MASS CONTROL" Part 1: Gun Control
Green Lantern #9 - September, Year One	by Gary Jones

New York City

Kyle Rayner had been staring at the brass number-plate mounted on the door of apartment 501 for fifteen minutes. Each time he had reached out for the doorbell his nerves had made him pull his hand back. Not exactly what you’d expect from Green Lantern.

Apartment 501 was the home of former Wonder Girl, former Titan and now former Darkstar Donna Troy. The beautiful brunette was also Kyle’s girlfriend, or at least he hoped she still would be. He didn’t want to end up as yet another former in Donna’s life.

“The most powerful weapon in the universe and there is nothing you can create to get me out of this mess huh!” Kyle said as he stared at the lantern shaped ring that was on the middle finger of his right hand. The ring marked him as the last of the long line of people to bear the name and power of the Green Lantern.

“Here goes nothing!” Kyle summoned up the willpower that was the fuel of the power ring and reached out for the doorbell mounted on the right hand doorpost.

“I was wondering when you would get around to ringing the bell.” Donna Troy opened the door and stood there dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and a white tee shirt. “I was getting bored standing behind the door waiting for you to do something.”

“I guess I’ve got a lot of explaining to do.” Kyle said as he looked sheepishly at Donna.

“Yes you do,” she smiled wickedly in reply “but not before I do this.” Donna stepped out into the hallway of her apartment building and wrapped her arms around Kyle’s neck. Her lips moved close to his and for what felt like the first time in an age for them both, they kissed.

“Well that certainly wasn’t the welcome I was expecting.” Kyle said as the embrace finally broke. “I was kind of expecting to get my ass kicked.”

“So Connor called, didn’t he?” Kyle asked after a moment's thought as they both entered the apartment. Donna sat on the two-seat sofa, which was below the three portraits she had of herself in her heroic identities.

“You have a very good friend there, Kyle.” Donna gestured for Kyle to sit next to her. “I understand why you took off like you did, but next time learn how to pick up the phone.”

“You’ve changed your hair.” Kyle said as he changed the subject. He ran his left hand though Donna’s dark locks. “I think straight hair looks good on you.”

“I’ve done the big hair look,” Donna pointed to the three paintings that were on the wall “so I thought I’d go for something just a little different this time. Nothing too drastic though.” She smiled.

“So have you been back to your apartment yet?” Donna asked as she handed Kyle a glass of milk.

“Not yet, I came straight here after dropping off the rental.” Kyle took a mouthful of his milk before setting the glass down on the kitchen table. “The guy stiffed me for the security deposit too.”

“So you don’t know that you may have a visitor waiting for you there?” Donna asked with a guilty look beginning to appear on her face.

“Like I said, I came straight to see you. So who do I have as a house guest?” Kyle asked quizzically.

“Zatanna.”

“You mean the magician Zatanna?” Kyle tried to think what she could want with him. “Did she say what she wanted me for? It’s not a JLA thing is it? Because I did kind of forget to take my communicator with me when I went on the road.”

“I didn’t stay around to find out.” Donna said looking ashamed. “I threw a jealous fit and stormed out and I did make some rather uncomplimentary remarks about the way she dresses.”

“I guess I’d better be heading back home then.” Kyle said glancing at his watch. “At least with the ring I don’t have to worry about getting a cab at this hour.”

“Listen Kyle, I haven’t seen you in a month!” Donna put her glass down on the table and took Kyle’s hands in her own “If you think I’m going to let you get away now that I’ve finally got my hands on you,” Donna bent down so she was eye to eye with him “you, Mister are very, very wrong.”

“Thanks for your help, Green Lantern!” the cop shouted up from where he was kneeling to cuff a man. “It makes a change from the Bat making all the busts in this town.”

Alan Scott had come to Gotham City on business and was returning from the Gotham Broadcasting building after a busy day’s work when he had spotted a group of men leaving a bank.

There was nothing unusual in that of course; bankers often worked into the late hours of the night. Most bankers however didn’t carry large bags of cash home with them.

No alarm had sounded, so the bank robbers had obviously managed to disable it, which meant that it was also likely that the police had not been alerted to the theft.

Alan called the police on his mobile phone. He hated the device, but Molly had insisted that he carry one so he could call her should he get involved in another save the world type adventure.

With a flare of emerald flame, Alan Scott transformed himself into his heroic identity. Once long ago he had been called Green Lantern but after discovering the existence of the Green Lantern Corp and later regaining his youth, he had taken on the new name of Sentinel.

Whatever name he used now, the day that he had trouble taking out a group of bank robbers was the day he would finally retire. Alan had smiled at the startled look on the men’s faces as he flew down from the roof of the building opposite.

He was also thankful that in this modern age, bank robbers didn’t carry the old staples of shovel and pickaxe. He was after all still vulnerable to wood.

“You okay there, Green Lantern?” the police officer asked as he slammed the door of his patrol car shut.

“I'm fine officer.” Sentinel smiled back at the cop. “Just thinking a little on the past is all.”

An aura of green flame surrounded Sentinel and he rose into the air, an act that drew a whistle of wonder from the cop he had been talking to. It was nice that he could still get that kind of reaction in a city where Batman patrolled the night.

A quick stop to pick up his belongings, and Sentinel was soon flying back to the apartment that he kept in Gotham, and more importantly to his wife, Molly.

He tended to forget in his new found rush of youthful energy, the effect this was having on his wife. After all, he was physically nearly twenty-five years younger than she was now.

“Alan.” Carried on the air to Sentinel’s ear was a faint voice. A voice from the past! The voice of the man who had made the name Green Lantern famous in modern times; a man named Hal Jordan!

“Arrghh!” A wave of pain ran through Sentinel as he approached his apartment building. A pain that burned up from his gut and threatened to burst out the top of his skull.

“I WILL NOT LOSE CONTROL!” Through the pain, Sentinel could feel his flame beginning to build beyond his ability to control. He had learned his limits of control well over his extended lifetime and knew he was fast approaching those limits.

Sentinel was on his knees, his hands clenched into fists. “This was a lot easier when I had a ring!” he said through clenched teeth as he attempted to focus his mind on one thing, control of his emerald energy.

“Alan, I need to make this quick.” Sentinel heard the faint voice again, this time louder and coming from in front of him. “I’m breaking more rules than you could possibly know.” Sentinel raised his head to see that his building flame had formed itself into a vision of a man recently departed.

“Hal, why are you doing this to me?” he croaked with pain.

“No choice! I have to tell you!” The image of Hal seemed to be glancing round, his every movement filled with nervousness. “Your lantern, Alan--the one I stole when I was Parallax--someone’s using it. You’ve got to stop them!” Hal gave a pleading look as he began to fade. “Please don’t hate me for what I’ve done.”

When the image of Hal Jordan had finally faded from view, Sentinel could feel his flame dying, his control returning, the excess green flame quickly being dispersed. “You’d think the dead would have a much less taxing way of getting in touch, wouldn’t you?” Sentinel flopped down, sitting on the roof. “Even the Spectre wasn’t as rough.”

Sentinel rolled to his front and started to push himself to his feet. As he did so he saw his hands. “Don’t hate me for what I have done.” He repeated Hal’s words as he forgot all about the pain and rocketed toward his apartment.

“Is that you Alan?” Molly Mayne-Scott heard noises in the bathroom and called out for her husband.

“Not quite!” was the reply she got in return.

‘I hope he hasn’t gone and gotten himself possessed again.’ she thought as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and with great skill, straight into her slippers.

“What do you mean, not quite?” she asked, pushing the door to the bathroom open. “Oh my Lord!” she gasped as she saw her husband’s reflection in the mirror.

The reflection was not that of the young, vital twenty-seven year old that had been the Alan Scott of recent years, but rather a fit well kept man of fifty. He was younger than he should be but still older than he had been. “Well honey, sorry but I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to brag about having a toy boy anymore,” he weakly joked.

“Good God! Alan, how can you joke at a time like this?” Molly put her arms around her husband and squeezed him tightly. “Are you okay? How did this happen?”

“I had a visit from an old friend,” was the best answer Alan could come up with. “For now, I think I just need to sleep. I’m actually feeling my age for once.”

The couple walked to the bedroom, and when Molly opened the wardrobe to fetch his pyjamas, Alan could see his reflection in the mirrored door. The skin-tight outfit he had recently been wearing looked baggy on his now older body.

“I think you’ll have to get my old outfit out as well. This one doesn’t seem to suit me anymore,” he said as he stripped off his costume. “And sorry, but we won’t be going to Metropolis tomorrow as planned. I think a trip to New York is going to be in order.”

“Another save the world adventure is it?” Molly smiled as she handed Alan his PJ’s.

“Could be, but all I know for the moment is that this is a thing that has to be solved by Green Lanterns.”

New York City

Kyle Rayner didn’t want to wake up. He had spent a wonderful night in the arms of the woman he loved and was now reliving the event in his dreams, but the loud voices coming from the front door of the apartment wouldn’t let him.

“You’re lucky I let you have Robert at all this week, Donna!” Terry Long, Donna’s ex-husband shouted. “And now I’ve come to pick him up, he tells me you’ve had a strange man spend the night with you!”

“Kyle is the man in my life now. I just haven’t gotten around to introducing him properly to Bobby yet.” Donna was trying to keep her voice down. Her son was upset enough that his simple enthusiasm that his mommy had a new boyfriend had prompted such a huge argument.

“I suppose I should be grateful that he isn’t another one of your superhero friends. God knows your association with those people is what broke this family up in the first place.”

“That’s not fair, Terry. If it hadn’t been for the Titans, Bobby and I would be dead now and you know I gave up my powers to keep him safe.”

“Hey, what’s all the noise out here?” Kyle stumbled out of the bedroom dressed in only his boxers, rubbing his neck to get the night’s stiffness from it.

“Kyle, this is my ex-husband, Terry Long. Terry, this is Kyle Rayner,” Donna looked down at her son and smiled. “My boyfriend,” she finished, much to the boy’s delight.

“Pleased to meet you, Terry.” Kyle extended his hand to the man standing in the doorway.

Terry didn’t grasp the offered hand; instead he simply stared at the ring on its middle finger. “You're Green Lantern! I should have known from when you both vanished off the face of the Earth.” The words came from Terry’s mouth with venom. “How many other superheroes have you bedded? If it carries on you’ll be known as the super-slut.”

“Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” Kyle couldn’t help himself. How dare this man speak to Donna like that? A small amount of energy was released from the ring, which clothed him in costume.

“Kyle, please, just go into the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast.” Donna was nearly in tears and Bobby was bawling his eyes out.

“But he can’t talk to you like that!” Kyle stepped forward and was met with one of Donna’s hands on his chest.

“Kyle, please!”

Kyle nodded and took the energy of his costume back into the ring, making his costume vanish. Reluctantly, he turned to walk to the kitchen, but before he did so he shot a glance at Terry that made the man know he was not pleased.

The argument at the door continued for another few minutes and all Kyle could do was sit at the kitchen table and stare at his ring.

When Donna came in, he rose from his seat. “Why did you let him talk to you like that, especially in front of your son?” Kyle wanted to hit something, but instead he pulled off his ring and threw it at the kitchen wall, watching as it hit and landed on the black and white tiled floor.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

“Kyle, would you please just hold me.” The tears that she had been holding back came flooding from Donna’s eyes as Kyle pulled her close to him.

“I’m going to have to go to my apartment now,” Kyle said as he stooped down to pick up the ring. “Hopefully Zatanna will have someone for me to hit.”

Donna managed a weak smile. “And you’ll come back as soon as it’s all over?”

“Count on it. We’ve been apart for too long as it is.”

Kyle had walked back to his apartment on Bleecker Street; they said you shouldn’t drive angry so he figured that the same should count for flying by power ring.

He would have usually stopped off at Radu’s for a double strength cappuccino but he wouldn’t be good company at the moment for the friendly Romanian coffee shop owner. He wanted to know what Zatanna had come to see him for and he really hoped it would involve hitting someone really hard.

“emutsoC no won!” As soon as she heard the key turning in the door the magician Zatanna uttered a spell to put on her costume, the clothing that also doubled as her stage outfit. She spoke backwards because that was the way she focused her magical energy.

“No talking, lets go hit people!” Kyle said when he saw the magician in her outfit, which looked like a top hat and tails above her waist, but below it was the bottom of a black, one-piece swimsuit with fishnet stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes that looked as if they should make walking impossible.

“Now hold on a minute,” Zatanna said, seeing the anger and impatience on Kyle’s face. “I’ve already been verbally manhandled in this apartment once and believe me, it isn’t going to happen again.”

Kyle slammed his apartment door and practically fell into the green armchair, pumping its arms with his hands. “Sorry if I seem a little off, but I really don’t have a lot of patience at the moment.”

“Look, I don’t mind you wanting to pound on a bad guy. Believe me, I like to do it on occasion myself,” Zatanna said as she removed her top hat and placed it on the kitchen counter, “but next time try to be a little polite and don’t stare at my legs while doing it.”

Kyle shook his head as he realised what he was doing. Despite everything he wasn’t angry enough not to appreciate a nice set of pins.

“Sorry about that,” Kyle said as he continued to take his frustration out on the chair’s arms. “So do you still need my help or have I blown that as well?”

Zatanna pulled one of the stools that was on the living room side of the kitchen counter in front of Kyle and sat down. “I’ve been having a bit of trouble with a heavily armed gang back in my home town, and as I was due to do a television appearance here in New York, I thought I would ask for your help.”

Kyle took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down “Okay, let’s go take out this gun toting bunch of idiots.” As he rose from his seat, the costume he wore as Green Lantern replaced his street clothes.

“ekaT su ot naS…,” Zatanna began to utter a spell that would transport them both, but GL raised a hand to cut her off.

“If you don’t mind,” he said as he opened one of his apartment windows “I’ll handle the transport.”

The ring construct that formed outside the window drew a sigh from Zatanna. “How did I know you were going to choose that?” she groaned as she walked toward Kyle.

Green Lantern flew toward Zatanna’s home town of San Francisco, towing the magician behind him on a ring construct of a giant rabbit--

“So, care to tell me what has got you so hot under the collar?” Zatanna asked, her voice being transmitted to Green Lantern by his ring.

“No I wouldn’t!” he snapped back. “But I would like to know why you need me to help you stop a tooled up street gang.”

“It’s not something I get involved in usually myself, but as it turned out, the power source for their guns is magical.”

“Still don’t see why you need me.”

“Because the magic is green and the energy the guns fire transforms itself into the best bullet to kill the target.”

“Just like a ring construct would.”

“The thing is, the only time I’ve seen the energy bullets stopped is when the target ducked behind a pile of wooden packing crates.”

“This sounds like it’s something that Sentinel should be handling. It was his ring that had the weakness against wood.”

“I figured I’d come to you first as we are members of the JLA together. Well, kind of,” she said thinking back to the Felix Faust event.

“So do you know where this gang hangs out?”

“I managed to tag one of the gang with a tracer spell before . . .” Zatanna paused embarrassed about what she was going to say next, “before they made me run.”

San Francisco

“Man, these new guns are going to take us right to the top!” Zax Martian cradled the large silver rifle in his arms like it was a newborn child. “These things make those Toastmaster’s from Metropolis seem like BB guns.”

Zax was the head of what was perhaps San Francisco’s smallest gang. They sold some heroin and cocaine, pimped out a few of the younger female gang members when money was tight, the younger guys too, if the client offered the right money. Still, they never managed to make the break into the big time.

So you could have smacked Zax silly when this little wiry guy came and offered him the guns that were turning his gang into a real power in the criminal underworld. And all they had to do in return for all this power and good fortune was pull a few heists at high-tech firms. Zax didn’t even know what half the stuff was, but as long as the weapons kept working, a deal was a deal.

Outside the rundown wharf side warehouse that served as the base for Zax’s gang, Green Lantern and Zatanna listened into the talk inside, thanks to two small ring-created earpieces.

“So what’s the plan, GL?”

“The plan,” Green Lantern said looking at Zatanna, “is that I go in and bust some heads while you wait out here.”

The warehouse wall gave in with the smallest amount of green energy applied to it. To their credit, the gang members inside quickly drew their new weapons and turned them on Green Lantern.

GL blocked their gunfire with a simple shield and then created a ring construct in the form of the former Mayor of New York, Rudolph Giuliani, and sent it barrelling into the nearest two members of the seven strong gang.

Another burst of green energy splashed against GL’s shield; he noticed the familiar energy signature, but the only thing on his mind was taking his frustrations out on the nearest bad guy.

The construct Giuliani had its two men pinned to the floor and was giving them a lecture about the misuse of firearms. GL decided that the time for using constructs was over and dissolved his shield and swooped toward the ground.

As he dodged the weapons fire he willed ring constructed masks of Donna’s ex-husband onto four of the men’s faces. The fifth, which he thought to be the gang leader, was fleeing out of the hole he came through, straight into the waiting spells of Zatanna, a woman he knew would have no trouble handling a punk like that.

“Never bad mouth my girl again! You hear me?” GL shouted as his right fist connected with one of the men’s jaw.

“Never call her a slut again, understand me!” he raged as a boot connected with another’s gut.

“You will give her the respect she deserves, especially in front of her son!” was the statement as the remaining two were felled by two backhands as they tried to catch him from behind.

‘How could things go wrong so fast?’ Zax thought as he backed out of the warehouse, watching Green Lantern take out his men with ease. ‘If only the others weren’t away making the drop off, things would have been different,’ he thought as he stumbled into the waiting Zatanna.

“Damn! I told Billy I didn’t want no girl tonight.” Zax said as he eyed up Zatanna.

“You know, perhaps I should rethink my outfit.” Zatanna said as she took a step back. “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to surrender now, would you?”

“Listen bitch, while I got me this gun, I ain’t ever giving up!” Zax raised his rifle so it was pointing at Zatanna’s chest.

“Ok, I guess we’ll just have to get rid of it. nuG ot eci maerc!” She used her magic and instantly the rifle Zax had been holding was transformed into vanilla ice cream. The only part spared the transformation was the energy cartridge, which fell to the ground.

Zatanna took a step forward again and placed a single finger on the stunned man’s head, “llaF peelsa!” With those two words Zax fell to the ground to dream what might have been.

“So, feeling better now?” Zatanna asked as Green Lantern put the last of the captured gang members in a ring-created cage to await the police.

“A lot better actually,” GL said as he felt his body releasing the last of his rage.

“Care to tell me who you were really beating up?” Zatanna said as she pointed at the fading remnants of the Terry Long masks on the gang’s faces.

“Can’t, sorry,” GL said “but I do want to thank you for letting me blow off some steam on your case and for not calling me up on how rude I was being.”

“No problem,” Zatanna said as she reached around and pulled something from GL’s back. “I did add a little something earlier.” Zatanna held up the ‘Shoot Here’ sign that she had magically placed onto his back on the journey to San Francisco.

Green Lantern couldn’t help but laugh at the joke that had been played on him. “Are you sure that hasn’t been there longer?” he laughed. “A lot of people have been trying to take me out recently.”

“That’s not really surprising is it?” a strange voice spoke from the shadows. “You are after all the last bearer of an Oan power ring!” A small wiry built man walked from the shadows cast by the building, his face obscured by his large rimmed hat. “Perhaps a trade can be reached for your assistance.”

“The same kind of trade you were giving these thugs?” Green Lantern said with no laughter in his voice. “Tell us where the rest of the gang is and you might get an easier sentence.”

“I can’t do that!” the man replied. “Against the rules, don’t you know? But it’s quite all right. All the special weapons I supplied to this gang are here.”

“You’re not human, are you?” Zatanna asked before the wiry man could reply to GL.

“You’re quite perceptive, young lady,” the man said as he stepped fully into the light and removed the large rimmed hat he was wearing, to reveal the blue tint of his skin and the two small antenna protruding from his forehead. “I had heard that Earth’s mystics were attuned to the life force of the planet. Not being from here I suppose you could tell the difference in my life energy.”

“You’re a Durlan!” GL said, recognising the race from the files at the JLA Watchtower. All those hours that Superman made him study them had come in handy after all.

“I have had these people making raids so that I might repair my ship.” the Durlan said as he used his race’s natural shape shifting abilities to shift his features to human. “I was forced down after a meteor storm, and while I have been able to repair most of the ship’s systems, I have unfortunately not been able to fix the anti-gravity device that will allow me to take off.”

Green Lantern and Zatanna were both looking at the alien sceptically, unsure of if the Durlan was lying. Shape shifters were, after all, masters of hiding the truth.

“This trade you propose,” GL asked “what exactly do you want from us?”

“Well, young Lantern, if you will lift my ship into orbit, I in return will give you the co-ordinates of where the maker,” the Durlan bent down and picked up the energy cartridge that had fallen from the ice cream gun, “of these marvellous devices can be found.”

Green Lantern put a sphere around the Durlan to prevent him from escaping and along with Zatanna turned away from him so that their faces could not be seen.

“So do you think we should go for it?”

“What do you mean we? You’re the one with the power ring!”

“We don’t actually have any right to keep him here on Earth and the info on who is making the weapons could be useful.”

“It’s your choice Lantern. I’ll be busy here on Earth tracking down the rest of the gang, and I have my new tour starting up soon.”

Green Lantern turned back to the Durlan, dissolving the sphere as he did so. “Okay, you’ve got your deal.”

“I must thank you, Green Lantern.” The Durlan waved at GL though the bow windows of his ship as it orbited the Earth. “I thought I would be stranded on that backwater planet for years to come.”

“Just keep your side of the bargain!” GL snapped back, unhappy that he was helping an arms dealer to escape and continue his trade.

“Of course!” the Durlan smiled “You will find the person you seek at these co-ordinates--” The Durlan transmitted the details to GL, and the ring immediately recorded them into itself for future reference. “Goodbye now. People to meet, don’t you know?”

The ship’s main engines pulsed into life and threw the ship across space at unimaginable speeds.

“Sorry I took so long.” Kyle said as he came back into Donna’s apartment through the large open window at the front of the apartment.

“Zatanna and I did manage to bust this gang who were using alien tech though,” Kyle said as his costume disappeared to be replaced by his street clothes. “Donna, are you home?”

The television was on but there was no sign of Donna Troy in the living room.

“Are you in here?” Kyle pushed open the door to the main bedroom and was greeted with the sobs of a woman who was trying to stop crying.

“Did Terry come back again and upset you?” he asked as he sat down next to Donna on the bed and put an arm around her.

“Not quite,” Donna managed to say. “I’ve just had a call from my lawyer; apparently Terry is suing for sole custody of Bobby.”

“On what grounds?”

“My association with superheroes puts Bobby in unnecessary danger and I consort with unsuitable men.”

“That is total rubbish!” Kyle said as he fought back his rising anger. “What fool is going to try and hurt the kid of a person who knows the Justice League?”

“I can’t stay here tonight Kyle. Can we go to your apartment?”

“Of course, but why don’t we make it more of a permanent arrangement?” Kyle took a deep breath for what he was going to say next. “Why don’t you move in with me on a more permanent basis?”

Donna’s eyes opened wide with shock! “Kyle, you don’t have to make a grand gesture just because I’m upset.”

“I’m not doing this because you’re upset. I really do think that you and I should be living together.”

“I know I’m going to regret this,” Donna said as a smile grew on her tear-stained face, “but I will move in with you.”

“That’s great!” Kyle said. “But you can’t bring that painting of you as Troia. The hair cut in that thing is just nasty.” He laughed as he lost himself in the blue of Donna’s eyes.

Donna and Kyle walked up the stairs to his apartment; an overnight bag stuffed with clothing was slung around Donna’s shoulder.

“Welcome to your new home!” Kyle said as he pushed open the door.

“Jesus! Alan don’t you ever come around announced?” Kyle jumped back, stunned as he laid eyes on Sentinel, whose flame was lighting the dark apartment. “Hey, did you lose weight or something?”

“Not quite.” Sentinel increased the brightness of his flame to better show his new age.

“Kyle I think we need to talk . . .”

Authors Notes

Well here it is the first issue of my Green Lantern run.

I hope everyone out there enjoys reading this as much as I have writing it.
Special Thanks must go to Curtis Fernlund, writer of JLA and Black Canary which are both great so go and read them, and to the boss James Hickson for giving an unknown his first break.

Hello there, my name is Gary Jones and I’ll be your Green Lantern writer for the journey to come. I currently write a small selection of Marvel books for my own site

www.avengers-reborn.co.uk

The people here at JLU have been kind enough to let me write the further adventures of Kyle Rayner, Green Lantern.

I started collecting Green Lantern at #50 when Kyle came on board as the new GL and have followed his adventures ever since. I like the idea of an ordinary guy suddenly being thrust into a world he sees as glamorous but quickly finds out is more dangerous than it appears. This enjoyment made me look into the past of Green Lantern. Alan Scott, Hal Jordan, John Stewart, Guy Gardner, have all added to the rich past and history of the Green Lantern, I hope to be able to add to that rich tapestry. You can look forward to seeing old friends, powerful enemies and even a new ring.

Well that’s all from me, I’ll see you next month, and make sure you read more JLU and Avengers-Reborn books. I know you’ll enjoy them!