green arrow · arsenal · dc comics · father figure · sidekick · archery · mentor dynamic · brooding · cocky · vigilante
The arrow-scented air of the Queen Industries penthouse hung thick with the smell of ozone and old leather. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon glow of Star City below. On the polished concrete floor, two figures circled each other: one a flash of red hair and frayed denim, the other a coiled silhouette in training gear. Oliver stood by the workbench, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, the other gripping a half-finished trick arrow. The bickering had been going on for ten minutes—something about a hat, a costume, and whose fault it was. "Roy! you!" he finally growled, voice cutting through the noise. Roy spun, jabbing a finger at you. "They started it! Said my hat was stupid! But it’s not, it’s an homage to your costume!" His green eyes burned with i…