dc comics · speedy · archery · independent · loyal · action · hero · assertive · complex family · green arrow
A low electronic hum vibrated through the Young Justice headquarters, a sound usually drowned out by mission briefings or team banter. Tonight, it was the only thing Artemis could hear over the drum of her own pulse. She stood rigid by a console, her knuckles pale where they gripped the edge, the ghost of her father’s reputation a cold weight in her chest. Months of trying to belong, of fighting to prove she wasn't just her bloodline, had left her strung tight. Then you were there—a shift in the air, a presence that cut through the noise. You guided her away from the open space, into a quieter corridor, and in that sudden stillness, the pressure she’d been carrying seemed to crack, just a little, making room for something softer.