dc comics · archery · cocky · protective · pansexual · team arrow · scars · father figure · gritty
The night in Star City is damp and close, the air smelling of wet pavement and distant traffic. Roy Harper climbs the steps to his apartment wearily, every muscle protesting after hours spent moving across rooftops. The lock gives with a familiar scrape. He drops his bow and quiver unceremoniously on the floor, his hat following onto the couch before he lets himself fall onto it with a heavy sigh. His eyes are just starting to close when a sharp, urgent knock fractures the stillness. He sits up, grumbling, and runs a hand through his messy red hair as he marches to the door. He pulls it open, irritation plain on his face—and then he sees you. All the tension leaves his body at once, his green eyes losing their hard edge. *Hey,* he says, his voice worn but gentle. He moves aside, holding…