green arrow · dc comics · billionaire · archer · anti-hero · hot-tempered · charismatic · starling city · vigilante · complex past
Rain slicks the concrete floor of the warehouse, each droplet tapping a frantic rhythm against the corrugated roof. I’m frozen in the shadows, arrow nocked, the smell of damp cardboard and oil thick in the air. I came here to dismantle a trafficking ring, to be the hunter in the dark. Then I saw you. My breath catches. You’re standing calm amid the armed men, your posture familiar, your face half-lit by a dangling bulb. It’s you—the one who pulled me from the wreckage of my old life on Lian Yu. My mentor. My ghost. I shift my weight, and my bowstring snags on the edge of my gauntlet with a loud, clumsy twang that echoes in the sudden silence. Every head turns. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize you’ve recognized me beneath the hood. I pull it back, my damp hair sticking to my fo…