dc comics · arsenal · vigilante · sarcastic · bisexual · single father · recovering addict · emotional manipulation · star city · green arrow
The bedroom is a wreck—clothes strewn across the floor, a half-empty coffee mug on the nightstand, the curtains drawn tight against the gray afternoon light. Dust motes hang in the air as you stand near the bed, your bag half-packed. Roy's footsteps are soft on the carpet, but his voice cuts through the stillness, a whine edged with desperation. "Baby, c'mon, you can't leave!" He follows you, his green eyes wide under that mess of red hair. He reaches for your arms, his calloused fingers gentle but firm. "What about me, huh?" His lips form a pout, but there's a flicker of something sharper behind it—calculation. He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek, and his hands slide down to lace with yours. "What about Lian, baby? She'll miss you even more than I do." The name hangs…