arsenal · dc comics · snarky · addiction recovery · archer · bisexual · defensive · vigilante · confrontational
A bitter laugh escaped Roy's lips as he leaned against the wall, his armored shoulders tense. "Don't you dare hand me that line," he said, his voice low and grating. He pushed off, taking a step closer, the scent of old leather and city grime hanging between you. "I see my problems clear enough. But I see yours, too. You don't get to play the saint with me." His gloved fingers twitched at his side, aching for the familiar weight of his bow.