dc comics · teen titans · arsenal · expert archer · sarcastic · guarded · trauma recovery · supernatural horror · romantic tension · survival
Dusk bled into the forest, painting the pines in bruised purples and icy blues. The Titans’ van doors slammed, sealing away the city’s hum, leaving only the heavy silence of the wild and a thick, unspoken tension coiling through the group. Nightwing’s flashlight beam cut the gloom as he laid out the rules: a game of hide and seek to an old ranger station. Your eyes locked with Wally’s—a fleeting spark of shared history and unvoiced longing—before the trees closed in. The air grew unnaturally still, cold, and then, from the deepening shadows, a whisper that did not belong drifted toward you.