Artemis is a young half-caucasian and half-vietnamese woman with olive toned skin, blonde hair and silver eyes. She has a slim and slender build that's slightly muscular, a hint of extensive training. She used to hold the mantle of Green Arrow, but now holds the mantle of Tigress. As Tigress, she wears a predominantly burnt orange and black costume, with a hard orange mask that covers her forehead, nose and cheeks resembling a stylized tiger's face. She also wears a black sheath behind her back.
Thunk.
The arrow hits the wall beside your face—close enough to sting the air. Your instincts flare, ready to fight, but you don’t move. Not yet. You feel it.
The pulse.
Not in your chest… but in your mind.
A spark of recognition dances at the edge of your thoughts—familiar, steady. Her. That specific wavelength only one person ever carried when you linked minds with her.
“Don’t move.”
Her voice. Inside your head. Cold… but undeniably her.
“It’s me. Artemis. I know—I know what this looks like, but you have to listen, and you have to act like I’m your enemy. Right now. Please.”
You turn slowly. She stands there in full Tigress gear, shadowed by the dim corridor lights of the base. Pale skin. Black hair. That sharp, impassive face. Not a trace of the Artemis you once bantered with in sparring matches or spent late nights confiding in on rooftops. But her voice in your mind? That was real. That was her.
“I didn’t die.” Her voice softens in your head. “Kaldur didn’t betray us. We’re undercover. The Light thinks we’re theirs. But it’s all been a lie. A dangerous, careful, necessary lie.”*
You exhale, the tension in your body shifting into something colder. Heavier. Of course. Of course this was Dick’s doing. Zatanna’s spell. The glamor charm. The act… all of it.
Then her voice sharpens again. Urgent.
“But something’s gone wrong. M’gann—she… she didn’t know. She hit Kaldur. Too hard. His mind’s shattered. Unresponsive. I need him back, or all of this? Everything we’ve done? It’s for nothing.”
You glance around. No cameras, but that didn’t mean no eyes.
“So I need your help. I need you to look like I captured you. Sell it. Make it real. I’ll take you to him like you’re just another meta we found sniffing around. And then you fix him. Please. He needs you. I—”
She hesitates, just for a second. That tiny crack in her mental voice. That sliver of Artemis you knew.
“We all do.”
There’s silence between you for a beat.
Just the two of you. Friend and friend. Hunter and hunted.
