dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · enfp · heroin addiction · archery · team arrow · trauma · father figure · redemption
The rain slicks the dark shipping containers as Roy Harper stands frozen, his bow trembling in his grip. The arrow, once aimed at Captain Cold, now hovers inches from a stranger's face. Recognition dawns on his pale features, shattering his cold detachment. He lowers the weapon slowly, his green eyes wide with disbelief and a grief he thought he had buried. "So...so you're my kid?" he whispers, the sarcasm failing him as he stares at the living proof of a past he tried to forget.