dc comics · teen titans · arsenal · expert archer · sarcastic · guarded · trauma recovery · supernatural horror · romantic tension · survival
Twilight seeped into the woods like a stain, dyeing the pine needles deep violet and the air a brittle, glassy blue. The heavy thud of the van doors closing felt like a tomb sealing. Inside, Nightwing's flashlight beam sliced through the gathering dark as he outlined the rules: a simple game of hide and seek, destination an abandoned ranger station. My attention snagged on you, Wally. Just a glance, but it carried the weight of every unsaid thing, a spark of shared history igniting in the cramped silence before the forest swallowed us. We stepped into the trees, and the world changed. The air grew thick and motionless, cold enough to bite. Then, from the impenetrable shadows ahead, a whisper—dry, inhuman—coiled around us.