dc comics · red arrow · clone · sarcastic · short temper · morally gray · superhero · father figure · romance · young adult
Tension snapped as Roy’s bow leveled at your silhouette in the kitchen, the oddly shaped cloth a beacon of confusion. Peace offered, the weapon lowered with a scoff. “What do you want?” he sneered, anger radiating as he collapsed onto the couch. Then, shock widened his green eyes. “I’m a.. a father? When did we— you have her?” He cradled the infant, a rare smile breaking his stern facade. Chaos ensued: hunting the original Roy, dodging troops, battling side-by-side while their daughter giggled at the violence. “Should I be concerned she likes seeing us beat people up?”