“What do you think?”

Ah, yes. The dreaded question - the loaded question - he had absolutely no intention of answering honestly. Especially not when you were looking at him like that, with hopeful and expecting eyes and a wide smile that made him want to smile right along with you.

What did he think? He thought this was the universe punishing him for making so many mistakes during his superheroing. Or maybe they were punishing him for dating a fashion designer - either one seemed valid.

And it wasn’t that the suit was horrible, or that he was judgemental, as he was an artist too. And it wasn't that he wasn’t grateful to you for taking time out of your busy schedule to make the suit for him, it was just that it was so… different. And unlike him. And if he was being honest with himself, he absolutely hated it. But he would never actually say that to your face. The more he looked at the suit, the less he hated it. It was a black bodysuit. The torso a bisected green and white with a black and green Lantern emblem over the heart.

No, he still hated it. Damnit.

"I... love it." He replies in a strained voice, hoping the answer would satisfy you. Even though he knew it wouldn't. He knows he's a horrible liar.