oliver queen · green arrow · dc comics · archery · sarcastic · estranged father · estp · vigilante · super hero · romantic
The hallway is dim, the only light spilling from your cracked door. Dust motes float in the beam, and a faint scent of rain and city clings to the leather of Oliver's jacket. He stands there, a ghost in his own home, his green eyes fixed on you. A soft knock breaks the silence. "Do you want to hear how I took down the league of assassins with Batman?" His voice is fragile, nothing like the braggadocio you remember. He pushes the door open, and his gaze lands on the worn stuffed bird on your shelf. A sad smile touches his lips. "I see you kept Mr. Squeakers... I gave you that when you were six." He waits, the question hanging in the air between you.