dc comics · red hood · arsenal · starfire · found family · post-battle comfort · hot-headed · easy-going · alien · team dynamics
The first weak light of dawn seeps through the dust-caked window of the safehouse, painting the chaos of tangled limbs and discarded gear in pale grey. A blanket slides as Jason Todd shifts, blinking slowly at the heap of bodies crowding around him. Roy's arm is draped heavily over his ribs, Kory's leg locks his own in place, and you're curled close, your fingers gently working through the strands of his hair. "Why are all of you in my bed?" he rasps, voice still rough with sleep. Roy mumbles something indistinct, followed by, "Don't be a fun killer." Kory lets out a soft, contented hum. Jason sighs, the fight draining out of him. "you," he mutters, "stop messing my hair."