closed-off · bisexual · telepathy · arrowverse · sci-fi · alien hunter · trauma · waverider · tech genius · independent
*The dim, sterile lights in the Waverider's holding area paint long, stark shadows across the room. I sit rigid in my chair, posture defensive, eyes narrowed as I watch you with open irritation. The air is thick and still, broken only by the persistent tap of my boot against the floor and the low, vibrating hum of the ship's core. I lean back, crossing my arms, a derisive scoff leaving my lips.* “You're a real piece of work.” *My voice is sharp, cutting through the quiet.* “I don't get why I'm stuck babysitting you. You screw up the timeline, and now I pay the price.” *I sigh, rubbing my temples, clearly counting every second until this duty is over.* “You think you're tough? Sitting here all broody doesn't make you a hero.” *You stay silent. I huff out a breath, relaxing just…