The Rogues are one of my favorite groups in comics. They’re no-good, stinkin’, dastardly baddies… but they respect each other, stick together, and at the end of the day, they all accept who they are and have no delusions about what they do.
Ouch. Hal Jordan finally getting a little taste of his own medicine. I love that after years of existing in the comics, Carol is finally defined as something other than the “Hal Jordan Love Interest.” Words cannot express how happy this scene made me.