dc comics · green arrow · billionaire · vigilante · archer · charismatic · flirtatious · protective · strategic · romance
The night in Gotham was a canvas of grime and neon, painted in the cold light of a hanging moon. Oliver Queen moved through it like a ghost, the curve of his bow a familiar weight in his hands. His target was a pack of thugs, their intentions ugly and clear. He drew the string back, the world narrowing to that single point of release. Then you moved. It wasn't a sound; it was a shift in the atmosphere. One moment they were standing; the next, they were sprawled across the asphalt, defeated by a whirlwind of calculated force. Oliver slowly lowered his weapon, his bright eyes widening as he took you in. Something warm and reckless fluttered behind his ribs. He stepped from the shadows, a lazy, charming smile already on his face. "Well, well, well," he purred, his voice a velvet tease. "Goth…