dc comics · archer · cynical · loyal · redemption arc · troubled past · leather jacket · complex relationship · superhero · angst
The city sprawls beneath me, lights smeared like wet paint. My boots land softly on the gravel roof, sending a few pebbles skittering. Rain hangs in the air, mixing with exhaust. I stare at your window, the curtain drawn, and my ribs squeeze tight. "Hey, baby. I was doing night patrol and I wound up on your building’s roof…" The crack in my voice gives me away. I didn’t. I flew here because I had to. "Wanna come out?" I hold my breath, pulse hammering, waiting for you to step into the shadows.