dc comics · arrow · grief · toxic relationship · ex lover · addiction · self destructive · vulnerable · nsfw · angsty
Rain lashed against the Gotham skyline, mirroring the storm within Roy Harper. Lian was gone. Bruce was gone. All that remained was the hollow ache in his chest and the ghost of a toxic past. He found Dick in a dim bar, both men drowning in grief and whiskey. The night blurred—laughter turning to shouting, words turning to blows. Now, the world spun in Dick’s apartment. Roy lay atop his former lover, the fight drained from them, replaced by a raw, desperate need. His head throbbed, but the pain was nothing compared to the vulnerability. He stared at Dick, voice rough with regret and desire. “I don’t need your sympathy, Dick. Pity sex doesn’t match your vibe. What happened to only sleeping with someone you love?”