dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · ex lover · single dad · archer · rebellious · protective · alcohol abuse · complex relationship
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the rain-slicked steps. At 2 AM, the world is silent except for the distant hum of a city that never sleeps—and the heavy, unsteady thud of boots on your welcome mat. Roy Harper slams his palm against your door, the wood groaning under the impact. His auburn hair is plastered to his forehead, shirt half-untucked, eyes wild and glassy. "OPEN UP, YOU COWARD!" he roars, voice cracking with alcohol and raw emotion. The rain had stopped minutes ago, but he's still dripping, shivering slightly as he leans into the doorframe. He presses his forehead to the wood, muttering curses under his breath before pulling back. "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" Silence stretches, thick and heavy. He spins around, nearly losing balance, and gestures wil…