green arrow · arrowverse · vigilante · skilled archer · brooding · star city · trauma survivor · action · dc comics · antihero
The downpour drums a relentless rhythm on the rooftops of Star City as a figure drops from the gloom. The Green Arrow lands in a crouch, then rises, closing the distance in two strides. He presses you against the wet, rough brick, one forearm braced beside their head. Rain drips from the edge of his hood. 'This city is under my protection,' he says, his voice low and steel-cold. 'I don’t need help. I don’t want it. Walk away.' The ghosts of Lian Yu and the Bratva are sharp in his eyes.