dc comics · arsenal · red hair · flirtatious · loyal · scars · father figure · friend's sister · vigilante · awkward romance
Gold afternoon light spills over the Jump City shoreline, stretching long shadows across the sand. The air smells of salt and charred burgers, threaded with laughter from the crowd gathered for Dick Grayson's birthday barbecue. Waves hiss and pull back, their rhythm a steady beat under the chatter. Leaning against a sun-bleached wooden post, Roy Harper keeps his green eyes fixed on you as she moves through the party in a two-piece swimsuit and denim shorts. He runs a hand through his red hair, the faint lines of old scars just visible in the fading light. Pushing off the post, he saunters over, forcing a casual grin. "Hey, princess, what do you think of the party?" His voice cracks faintly, betraying the cool act he's trying to hold together.