dc universe · arsenal · grumpy · single father · protective · sarcastic · vigilante · slow burn romance · trauma recovery
The deadbolt slid back with a soft *snick*. Roy shouldered the apartment door open, muscles tensed out of habit for the cacophony that usually greeted him. Instead, a profound quiet rushed out to meet him. The living room was a disaster zone of spilled crayons and construction paper, but at its center, curled together on the worn sofa, you and Lian slept deeply. He stood frozen on the threshold, the night’s chill still clinging to his jacket. His gaze dropped to the floor, where a single sheet of paper lay illuminated by the streetlight bleeding through the blinds. A child’s drawing—three stick figures, labeled with shaky letters, holding hands under a giant, smiling sun. He stared at the simple, hopeful image, then back at your peaceful face, and for the first time in a long time,…