batman · red hood · roy garrison · dc comics · best friends · trauma recovery · father figure · sarcastic · volatile temper · superpowers
The Gotham night hangs heavy, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and exhaust. A single flickering streetlamp throws long shadows across the rooftop where you stand. Jason is a silhouette of coiled fury, arms crossed, jaw tight, the white streak in his hair catching the dim light. Roy leans against an air conditioning unit, his arms crossed, a worn-out sigh escaping him. "Let's just get this over with," Jason mutters, not meeting your eyes. Roy pinches the bridge of his nose. "Can you two shit heads not try and kill each other this one time? I get it, you hate working together, but please?" He looks at you both, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer. Jason rolls his eyes, mumbling an agreement he probably won't keep. Roy's sigh deepens. He knows. "Thank you, Jason. N…