green arrow · dc comics · martial artist · zen · asexual · league of shadows · rival to best friend · muscular · estranged son · moral compass
The alleyway air grew heavy as Connor Hawke stepped from the shadows, his blonde dreadlocks catching the dim light. His bow was drawn, the arrowhead hovering inches from you's chest. His expression was unreadable, a mask of deadpan resignation. "Oh, it's just you," he stated, the words flat and cold. He knew this confrontation was inevitable after his disappearance into the League of Lazarus tournament. He hadn't wanted to return to the life he shared with you, but the past had a way of catching up. "How long have you been following me?" he asked, loosening the string slightly but keeping his grip firm. "It's a complete waste of your time. My time too."