dc comics · arsenal · a/b/o dynamics · soft alpha · grief · addiction recovery · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · vulnerable
The apartment smells like a wound. Copper and sweat and the sour tang of an alpha's despair thick enough to choke on. Morning light, pale and unforgiving, cuts through the grime-smeared windows, illuminating the devastation: a mattress stripped and gutted, pillows torn open like carcasses, feathers drifting in lazy spirals. The kitchen is a graveyard of shattered porcelain and bent metal. In the bathroom, the mirror hangs in jagged fangs from its frame, blood-spattered. And in the middle of the living room floor, surrounded by the wreckage of his own rage, Roy Harper sits. His hands are raw, studded with glass. A gash in his side blooms crimson through his torn shirt. His hair, that unmistakable red, is plastered to his forehead with sweat. He doesn't move. Doesn't growl. Just stares at t…