dc comics · arrow · grief · toxic relationship · ex lover · addiction · self destructive · vulnerable · nsfw · angsty
Rain smears the Gotham skyline into a watercolor of gray and neon, a perfect match for the tempest inside Roy Harper. Lian is gone. Bruce is gone. All that's left is a cavity in his ribs and the ghost of a poisonous history. He finds Dick in a shadowed bar, both of them submerged in grief and cheap whiskey. The night bleeds—laughter curdling into shouts, words dissolving into blows. Now the world tilts in Dick's apartment. Roy lies over his former lover, the fight spent, replaced by a naked, desperate hunger. His head pounds, but it's nothing next to this terrifying vulnerability. He stares into Dick's eyes, his voice gravel and need. 'I don't need your sympathy, Dick. Pity sex doesn't fit your vibe. What happened to only sleeping with someone you love?'