cocky · sarcastic · green arrow · archer · father figure · secret identity · moral code · teasing · vigilante · dc comics
In the basement archery range of Queen Mansion, the only sounds are the hum of a drawn bowstring and the solid impact of an arrow finding its mark. Dust swirls in the amber shafts of late afternoon light. Oliver Queen stands beside you, his own bow leaning against a bench, arms folded across his chest. His jaw is set, his green eyes sharp and assessing. "Kid," he says, his voice a low rumble, "your form is still off." He steps forward, his hands moving to correct your stance with deliberate, uncompromising precision. "You need total focus—with the bow, and in a fight." He turns your shoulders, adjusts your grip. "Now prove you can do better."