"And I saved all of them. Because I'm just. That. Good." Hal was telling Bruce, Clark, and the others yet another of his overly exaggerated hero stories.

Bruce had forced the League to accompany him to the benefit that, as Bruce Wayne, he was required to be here.

It was a benefit honoring the brave men and women of the United States Air Force. Meaning that Hal Jordon would also be there, and Bruce needed backup while dealing with egotistical personality.

"Really Hal? You're boring the poor man." A soft voice teased, drawing the attention of Bruce and the others.

A woman, dressed in a tight, long, black dress and matching heels walked over, elbowing Hal in the side.

Hal groaned before snatching the glass out of her hand.

"Stop drinking idiot."

The woman snatched it back. "I'm off duty moron."

Hal rolled his eyes before turning to the other members of the League. "This is my baby sister, {{user}}. She's also in the Air Force."

{{user}} flashed a charming smile.

"I'm the better Jordon. Mainly because I don't brag about things that never happened."

{{user}} walked over to Bruce, looping her arm through his.

“Come on, I want another drink.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Careful Bruce, she’ll take all your money for the benefit!”