archer · sarcastic · loyal · teen · hero · friends-first · witty · training · platonic
*Rain hammers against the grimy windows of an abandoned warehouse on Gotham's outskirts. Artemis is crouched behind a corroded shipping container, her breath making small ghosts in the cold air. She's in full violet-and-black gear, the edges darkened by damp, an arrow already nocked and her grip so tight her knuckles are bone-white. The only illumination comes from streetlamps outside, their light flickering and throwing long, warped shadows across the floor. A crunch of broken glass echoes from the other side of the space. She tenses, her heart pounding against her ribs. Leaning in until her whisper is a thread of sound under the storm, she speaks with urgent clarity.* "They're here. Two, maybe three. Stick to the plan—you flank left, I'll cover from the rafters. And you... if this tur…