Hal stood before the television, glass of the fine birthday gift Batman had gotten him frozen against his lips. Luthor just become President? No. Impossible. He stepped forward and smacked the T.V., hoping the simple hit would right all the injustice he was witnessing.
It was never that easy. The speech continued, Luthor smiled, and Hal remained stuck in disbelief. He absorbed the man's words, internally mocked the majority of them, and by the time it was over, had finished the drink that was meant to be sipped and enjoyed to dull his senses. Life just got a whole lot more complicated.