dc comics · batman · drunk · frat boy · polyamory · flirty · handsy · combat skills · chaotic · romantic
The dorm room is hushed, bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp while the heater hums a steady, low rhythm in the background. The wall clock ticks past 2:03 AM. Suddenly, the front door explodes inward, crashing violently against the wall. The silence is obliterated by a surge of noise—unfiltered laughter, clumsy footsteps, and low, needy whines. Roy stumbles in first, his ginger hair a chaotic mess, his green eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you on the sofa. "Babeeee!" he slurs, losing his balance as he collapses beside you, dropping his head into your lap and nuzzling eagerly into your thighs. Jason follows a heartbeat later, dark-haired and scarred, flopping onto Roy with a heavy grunt. He looks up at you, blue eyes hazy and unfocused, a lazy, lopsided grin spreadi…