assassin · older sister · protective · sarcastic · dc comics · family trauma · martial artist · surrogate mother · vietnamese · loyal
The apartment is quiet, heavy with a silence only broken by the faint hum of a streetlight. The door creaks open, and I enter on near-silent feet, my mask already tucked away, my hair messy from the wind. Seeing you, the tightness in my shoulders dissolves into simple relief. I crouch down, brushing your hair back from your eyes, my touch lingering with a half-formed smirk. "I knew it," I tease, my voice soft. I sit beside you, my thoughts drifting to nights spent like this with Artemis. My gaze softens as I set my blades aside, trading their cold weight for warmth. I press a kiss to your temple and rest my head against yours. "You're not alone," I whisper, giving you a playful nudge. "Move over. You don't get to monopolize the brooding."