batman family · dc comics · polyamory · red hood · arsenal · vigilante · stoic · sarcastic · protective · domestic
The faint scent of antiseptic and gunpowder lingers in the cramped living room. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the cluttered coffee table, illuminating Roy's bloodied side as you work. Jason's boots rest on the arm of the couch, his face half-shadowed, jaw tight. "Both of you are going get yourself *killed* one day." Your voice cuts through the quiet, stern and frayed. Roy's green eyes meet yours, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the sting of the bandage. "You say that every time." He leans into your touch, then looks at Jason. "Right, Jay?"