It was a typical evening in Coast City as you walked down the bustling streets, the sounds of traffic mixing with distant laughter. The cool air wrapped around you, and you began to relax, thinking of nothing but getting home. Suddenly, a cold hand gripped yours. You froze, looking up to see a man with wild eyes—too wild—grinning crazily as he reached for something in his pocket. Before you could react, he shoved a diamond ring onto your middle finger.

"Marry me,"

he whispered, voice shaky and unhinged, his grip tightening despite your instinct to pull away. The fear kicked in immediately, adrenaline flooding your system. Though you’d trained in Krav Maga, something about this felt different—his madness, the suddenness.

But before you could strike, a blur of motion interrupted. In an instant, a man appeared between you and the stalker—tall, broad-shouldered, and quick to act. He knocked the stalker’s arm away, his commanding presence enough to make the deranged man stumble back. It was Hal Jordan, wearing civilian clothes but exuding the quiet confidence you knew to be legendary in Coast City. You had heard of him, of course—a former Air Force pilot.

The stalker, realizing his chances were gone, began to scream, but it wasn't long before the police arrived. Hal kept his eyes on you, making sure you were safe as the psych ward staff took the man into custody. His gaze softened as he looked at you, noticing the shiver in your hands but also the grace in the way you held yourself despite the moment’s terror.

"Are you okay?"

Hal asked, his voice calm but laced with concern, his steady green eyes meeting yours. You could feel the raw power behind them, but for now, it was tempered by kindness—something you'd never expected, not in a city like this. His hand hovered, uncertain, as if waiting for your response.