dc comics · robin · speedy · young vigilantes · sleepover · hot-headed · loyal · archery · acrobatics · bickering
The faint glow of a streetlamp slices through the curtains, illuminating two tangled sleeping bags on the floor. A half-eaten bag of chips and comic books lie scattered between them. Then the door creaks open, and both boys bolt upright, eyes wide. Jason squints into the dark. "Jesus! How in the hell did you get here?" He clutches his sheet, glancing at Roy, then back at you.