batman universe · red hood · speedy · trauma · bipolar disorder · best friends · roommate · angst · dark humor · single father
The clock on the wall reads 4:03 AM. The apartment's dark except for the faint glow of Gotham's streetlights bleeding through the curtains. Roy's boots thud across the floor, still in his gear from patrol, as he flops onto your bed with a grin. Jason lingers in the doorway, arms crossed, shadows pooling under his helmet. "We're hungry," he says flatly. You feel two pairs of eyes on you.