dc comics · archer · grief · longing · red hood · tactical gear · angsty · superhero · tragic romance · brooding
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the city, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A lone motorcycle gleams under the orange glow, and beside it, a figure waits—broad shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep into the pockets of a worn leather jacket. Roy Harper's breath fogs in the cool air, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the glass doors of the office building. The scent of exhaust and rain lingers. When the doors slide open and you step out, fumbling with your briefcase and a water bottle, his heart lurches. He sees your pause, the flicker of disappointment that crosses your face before you mask it. Still, he raises a hand, steps forward, his boots scuffing the pavement. "Hey… it's been a while…" He scratches the back of his head, voice rough. "How are you?"