FanFic Friday: Arrow – Green Lantern

CW Introduction:
“My name is John Diggle. For 8 years, I protected Star City with the Green Arrow. When he died, I thought my time as a hero was over, but a meteorite carrying a powerful weapon had other ideas. I am no longer Star City’s Spartan. Now I defend my family, my planet, and my sector with a new name. I am the Green Lantern.”

John’s face was bathed in an emerald light as he looked down at the thing inside the case. It was round and flat on top and the case held it by the bottom. The top had an image carved into it that John was ashamed to admit reminded him of a Tie Fighter from Star Wars.
Sending out a quick prayer that the object wasn’t radioactive, John reached for it.
A bright pulse of green light burst from the thing before it floated out of the case and hovered in front of him.
“John Diggle,” a voice was being emitted from the object that, on closer inspection and out of it’s case, he could see that it looked like some sort of ring. “You have demonstrated outstanding bravery and incredible will-power.” A lance of the same green light coming from the ring seemed to solidify and leap toward John. It wrapped around his free hand and straightened his fingers. Gently, the ring floated forward and placed itself on his finger.
“Welcome to the Green Lantern Corp.”
“Corp?” John wasn’t unfamiliar with the term. “Did I just get conscripted?”

An hour later, John was sitting on the back of the van that his body had just dented. The doors were open and he wasn’t alone.
“Thanks for coming over so fast,” he said. “I would have called one of the other aliens I know, but just saying that still kind of blows my mind. Besides, they were kids when they stopped being aliens and according to my new memories, you’ve been around the block.”
J’onn J’onzz smiled and shook his head. “No thanks are required, I don’t think they would have been able to provide much assistance anyway.”
“So,” John pressed, “you know what it is?”
“I’ve heard of it but have never seen one.” He pointed at the ring still attached to John’s hand. “That ring is the weapon of the Green Lanterns.”
“That’s what it said,” John was excited that J’onn knew what it was. “It said that I was now part of the Green Lantern Corp. What is that? Some sort of military?”
J’onn shook his head. “Kind of. They are more like intergalactic police.” He frowned. “I haven’t heard of them in over a hundred years. There are stories that they would be the protective force in the universe, but something must have happened.”
“Why do you say that?”
J’onn shrugged. “My people, the Dominators, and Crisis all happened and we haven’t seen one. You would think that at least one of those conflicts would have been worth notice by the intergalactic police.”
John sighed. “You called this a weapon. What is it? And why did I get picked?”
“Well,” John stood up and put his hands in his pockets, “the stories say that a Green Lantern’s ring worked by harnessing the user’s will-power. Tehy could create solid constructs out of the light with just their minds. The stories spoke of a Martian Green Lantern who used his to create a full suit of battle armor and a full compliment of weapons.” He crossed his arms. “A tool like that could make you as powerful as Supergirl.”
“Then why did it come to me and not her?” John was struggling to understand why some space weapon would find any value in a random guy from Star City.
“John, of what I know about you, you’re a man of conviction and tactical awareness. You go into battle with your family on your mind and never back down. That when paired with your background with the Green Arrow and the military makes you a powerful force for justice and good.” He smiled. “I think the ring chose you because you’re the only choice it could have made.”
John smiled. “Thanks, J’onn, I appreciate that, I do, but I still don’t know what I am supposed to do with it.”
“Try it out,” J’onn replied.
“How do I do that?” John asked.
To his surprise, the Martian wasn’t the one who answered.
“My power source is will. Through focus and concentration, you can make me do anything.”
“Lyla?” John had heard his wife’s voice come from the ring.
“No,” Lyla’s voice replied. “I am the artificial intelligence housed inside of the ring. I chose a voice you trust and respect.”
“That’s just weird.”
“Said the man who just fought an alien god a week ago,” J’onn smirked.
“Ok,” John conceded. “Fair enough. So, I just will it? Like the Force or something?”
“This is not space magic,” the ring said. “This is space science.”
John remembered what J’onn had said about the powerful Martian Green Lantern. and closed his eyes.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” J’onn said quietly.
When Diggle opened his eyes, there was a green aura around him. Looking down he was wearing a glowing set of armor and could feel a mask over his face.
“Ring,” he said, “can you give tactical readouts based on what I’m looking at?”
“Yes,” was all the reply it gave.
His mask grew green lenses and suddenly everything that he looked directly at had a label.
He looked at J’onn J’onzz.
“Green Martian. J’onn J’onzz. 246 Earth years in age. Private Investigator. Former Head of the DEO.”
When he looked at his van it gave him the make and model and a list of all current and previous owners. When he looked at his house it did the same thing.
Reaching down, he grabbed the van’s back bumper and lifted it. The back of the van lifted off of the ground without any effort.
“I’m super strong?” John asked excitedly.
“No,” the ring replied. “You are human. The green light of will-power is encompassing your body and you are directing it to lift the car.”
“But,” John asked to clarify, “for all intents and purposes that’s the same as being super strong, right?”
“Correct.”
He put the van back down and turned to J’onn, lowering his arms to his side. “Ok, punch me.”
“Punch you?” the Martian asked.
“Yeah,” John was grinning. “Hit me with your alien strength. Don’t go easy on me.”
“I don’t know, John. I don’t think we should start risking your death as the first test. The ring might not be able to handle it.”
“The ring,” Lyla’s voice spoke up, “most certainly can handle it, J’onn J’onzz.”
Diggle shrugged as if to say, “See?”
“Very well,” J’onn said. With speed that matched that of the Flash, J’onn swung at Diggle’s chin.
His head turned with the punch but stayed firmly attached to the rest of his body.
Smiling, Diggle said, “I didn’t even feel it. That is so cool.” He held up his hand in a fist. “Ring, what else can I do?”
“Would you care to fly?”
“Oh, hell yes.”

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