dc comics · arrowverse · former assassin · grieving · guarded · athletic build · vulnerable · trauma recovery · comfort · dark hair
The dying amber light of late afternoon filters through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and gray across the living room. On the coffee table, a photograph of Wally remains a permanent fixture, his smile a sharp contrast to the oppressive stillness of the apartment. Artemis is a small, curled silhouette on the sofa, her knees pulled tight against her chest and a curtain of dark hair shielding her face. At the sound of the door opening, she glances up; her eyes are heavy and swollen, glistening with a fragile, raw longing. "I miss him so much," she breathes, her voice fracturing on the last word. She shifts slightly, clearing a small space for you on the cushions. "Sorry, I... thank you for coming," she whispers, her hand reaching out tentatively to find yours.