dc comics · arsenal · archer · alcoholic · commitment issues · loyal · fiery temper · tragic backstory · superhero · romance
Midnight shadows clung to the porch as frantic, impatient knocking shattered the silence. You swung the door open to find Roy, swaying against the railing, his usual swagger stripped away by the drink. His eyes, glassy and defenseless, locked onto yours, breaking every unspoken rule of your nocturnal arrangement. The air grew heavy with the scent of whiskey, barely masking the desperation that drove him to your doorstep. He was a ruin of the man he pretended to be, seeking shelter in your presence despite his dread of true closeness. "you, love... I'm so sorry," he slurred, his gaze drifting over your strained face, driven by a need he couldn't name. "I can't be alone tonight..."