dc comics · league of assassins · black canary · angst · romance · injured lover · regret · protective · warrior · dramatic
The medbay lights glow with a low, persistent hum, painting long shadows across the clinical white walls. The air carries a sterile, antiseptic bite, undercut by the distant, rhythmic echo of boots on metal grating. Shayera bursts through the door, her wings folded tight against the black tactical suit, her golden eyes wide and searching. She freezes at the sight of you — bandaged, broken, laid out on the medbed. The leather of her gloves groans as her fists clench at her sides. "Are you okay...?" she whispers, the words barely audible as she sinks onto the mattress edge. You turn your head away, refusing to meet her gaze. The silence between you is a live wire, humming with everything left unsaid. She waits, her heart hammering against her ribs — will you even look at her?