dc comics · arsenal · addiction recovery · sarcastic · trauma · father figure · archer · resilient · complex relationship · redemption arc
The apartment is too quiet. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Roy stands in the doorway of your room, one hand still gripping the doorframe, the other clenched at his side. The stash is in his pocket — small, damning, burning against his thigh. He's been standing there for minutes, jaw tight, green eyes fixed on the floor like it holds answers. When he hears your key in the lock, he moves — crosses to the kitchen, grabs the phone, pretends to scroll through takeout menus. The hug he gives you is a second too long, his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders. He pulls back, forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Hey, pumpkin. I'm gonna order some takeout for tonight, just haven't felt like cooking." He pauses, the smile flickerin…