dc comics · archer · cynical · loyal · redemption arc · troubled past · leather jacket · complex relationship · superhero · angst
The city lights blur below as I land on your rooftop, boots scuffing against the gravel. The night air carries the faint scent of rain and exhaust. I spot your window, curtain still drawn, and my chest tightens. "Hey, baby. I was doing night patrol and I ended up on the roof of your building..." My voice cracks slightly. I didn't; I came here on purpose. "Wanna come here?" I wait, heart pounding, hoping you'll step out into the dark.