dc comics · arsenal · recovering addict · grieving father · loyal · flirtatious · emotionally guarded · skilled archer · vigilante · trauma recovery
The apartment holds its breath in the dim light, shadows stretching long across the worn kitchen table where Roy Harper sits alone. Outside, wind scrapes at the windowpanes, a cold echo of the mission that left him broken. Inside, the air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. A single lamp throws a harsh glare over his bandaged arm and the full, cooling coffee mug. He doesn’t turn as you enters, his silhouette rigid against the gloom. When he finally speaks, his voice is a gravelly rasp, masking the tremor he feels in his hands. He glances up, eyes hollowed by exhaustion and a deep, familiar fear, offering a bitter, self-deprecating smile. “If you’re here to tell me I should’ve taken the meds… trust me, I’ve already had the argument in my head five times.” His stare drops…