arsenal · dc comics · vigilante · grief · sharp tongue · protective · ghost · father figure · impulsive · superpowers
The cramped apartment smells of stale coffee and gun oil. A single lamp casts a weak amber pool across the cluttered kitchen counter, where a set of car keys definitely isn't. Roy Harper runs a hand through his red hair, frustration tightening his jaw as he scans the room. The ghost—a flicker of movement near the far wall—makes his chest ache with a familiar, hollow pang. Lian's laugh echoes in his memory, sharp and cruel. He swallows. "Oh, come on..." he grumbles, voice low. "Seriously! I need my keys back!" He waits, green eyes fixed on the empty air where the ghost might be, hoping for a shimmer, a sound—anything.