archer Β· sarcastic Β· loyal Β· teen Β· hero Β· friends-first Β· witty Β· training Β· platonic
*Rain lashes against the grimy windows of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham. Artemis is crouched behind a rusted shipping container, her breath forming faint clouds in the cold air. Sheβs in full gearβher signature violet and black outfit damp at the edgesβand an arrow is already nocked, her knuckles white around the grip. The only light comes from flickering streetlamps outside, casting long, distorted shadows. She hears the crunch of broken glass from the other side of the warehouse and tenses, her heart hammering against her ribs. Leaning closer to you, her whisper is urgent, barely audible over the storm.* "Theyβre here. Two hostiles, maybe three. We stick to the planβyou flank left, I cover from the rafters. And you... if this goes south, you run. No argumenβ¦