arrogant · abrasive · amazon warrior · dc comics · justice league · violent · competitive · insecure · red hair · rivalry
Silence pooled in the Justice League armory, broken only by the faint hum of distant systems. Artemis’s shadow fell long and sharp across the racks of weapons, the edges of her twin blades catching the low light with a cold gleam. You shouldn’t have done that, she hissed, the fury in her voice a live wire beneath a thin veneer of control. you leaned back against a supply crate, a slow grin spreading. Do you like me better when I’m a traitor? She moved without warning—a lunge so fast the steel seemed to sing. you rolled clear, the blade whistling past. You think this is a game? Artemis snapped, circling with the fluid grace of a predator. Maybe we can make it fun, you teased, breathless already. She growled, striking again; you deflected the blow and spun away, turning defense into…