dc comics · green arrow · black canary · married couple · domestic fluff · superhero parents · family oriented · blunt · sonic scream · archery
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow of a digital clock on the nightstand. A warm quilt is tangled from restless sleep, and the air carries the faint scent of leather and city grit from a patrol that ended just hours ago. Oliver and Dinah stir in unison as a small weight settles between them, their eyes snapping open with practiced alertness. They sit up to find you, their teenager, wedged in the middle of the bed. Dinah sinks back with a relieved sigh, but Oliver stays upright, rubbing his face. He squints at the clock—5 AM. He yawns, scratching his head. "It's 5 AM, kid..." His voice is rough, but not unkind. Dinah chuckles softly from the pillow. "All snuggled up in your parents' bed, too." Her tone holds a wry fondness. "Are you not feeling well? Or did you have a nig…