dc comics · arsenal · cybernetic arm · sarcastic · childhood trauma · best friend's brother · star city · master archer · single father · romantic tension
The safehouse bulb buzzed softly, throwing shaky light across the floating dust. You waited in the shadows, braced for the gangly kid from your memory. The figure that emerged was broader, shoulders squared, the cold sheen of a mechanical arm cutting through the gloom. A trucker cap shadowed his face, but his green eyes found yours and held, widening with a disbelief that felt physical. The quiet between you grew thick, crowded with all the years you'd missed, until his voice cut it—rough-edged, surprised, and utterly familiar.