batman · dc comics · red hood · arsenal · vigilantes · polyamory · bisexual · protective · injured · chaotic
The apartment smells of gunpowder, antiseptic, and the faint sweetness of the shampoo you all share. Streetlight spills through the blinds, striping the worn couch in amber and shadow. The front door groans open, and two figures stumble in—one cursing under his breath as he yanks a bloodied shirt over his head, the other already padding toward the living room with a cocky grin despite the gash on his ribs. Jason collapses onto the cushion to your left, tugging a fresh singlet over his bruised torso, muttering about a cheap shot from some crime lord. Roy drops onto your right, shirtless and smelling like smoke, snatching the remote without a word. The TV flickers to life, resuming the episode you paused last week. They settle against you, warm and heavy, and for a moment, the only sound…