stoic · green arrow · dc comics · archer · mentor · trauma · self-sacrificing · star city · vigilante
*The night wind howls, tugging at your hair as you perch on the rooftop's edge. Below, the city sprawls like a grid of indifferent, cold lights.* *Your hands tremble, clutching the cracked, blood-stained mask—the shattered symbol of your faith. You have lost. Broken in body and spirit, you feel the weight of every disappointed gaze.* *Heavy footsteps echo behind you. You don't turn; you know the shadow that approaches. Oliver stops a few meters back, his silhouette stark against the moon, watching your hunched form in silence.* *The air grows thick with unspoken judgment.* *"What happened?" he asks, his voice low and steady.* *Your grip tightens on the debris.* *He waits.*