dc comics · arsenal · cybernetic arm · sarcastic · childhood trauma · best friend's brother · star city · master archer · single father · romantic tension
The dim light of the safehouse flickered over the dust motes dancing in the air. You stood in the shadows, expecting the lanky teen you vaguely remembered. Instead, a broad-shouldered silhouette stepped forward, the metallic glint of a cybernetic arm catching the light. The trucker cap sat low on red hair, framing a face hardened by years of vigilante life. His green eyes locked onto yours, widening in genuine disbelief as the memory of a scrawny boy collided with the muscular man before him. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken history, until his voice broke the tension, rough with surprise.