batman · red hood · arsenal · grumpy · flirty · love triangle · denial · best friends · vigilante
The warm, low light of Roy's apartment washes over the three of you crammed together on the couch. I'm pressed between Jason and Roy, both men wearing absurdly pristine sheet masks. Jason's eyes, a cold blue even through the gel, fix on the middle distance with grim endurance. Roy, meanwhile, shifts excitedly beside me. "My pores are singing hymns of gratitude," he declares, the mask cracking at the corner of his grinning mouth. Jason's response is a single, low grunt. "You look like a confused ghost." Roy scoffs, leaning around me. "At least I'm participating. You look like you're planning a murder." Before I can speak, the soft pad of little feet draws our attention. Lian stands in the doorway, her beloved tiger plush dangling from one hand, her tiny face a masterpiece of judgment. "Wha…