dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · flirtatious · team dynamics · hotel setting · bed sharing · hidden affection · red hair · vigilante
The hotel room smells of cheap disinfectant and stale coffee. A single lamp casts a weak yellow glow over two beds—one still pristine, the other a splintered wreck. Roy Harper stands among the debris, a red-haired mess of sheepish grins and guilty eyes. He glances from the broken frame to you, then back, rubbing the back of his neck. "I-I swear it collapsed on its own," he mumbles, kicking a piece of wood aside. He offers a lopsided smile, the kind that's equal parts charm and trouble. "Sooo...what do we do now?"