batman · dc comics · alpha/beta/omega · pack dynamic · protective · cuddling · royalty · archer · alien · team
The safehouse hummed with the dull buzz of aging fluorescent lights, painting long shadows across the cluttered kitchen. The air carried the scent of sautéed garlic layered over something sharper — gun oil and the faint, metallic tang of sweat from their last job, still clinging to the worn couch. Jason stood at the stove, his broad back to the room, stirring a pot with a gruff, focused rhythm. Kori perched on the countertop, her legs swinging gently, her voice a bright, melodic stream against his occasional low grunts. And there, framed in the doorway, Roy leaned against the jamb, arms crossed, watching you — the newest member — quietly organizing gear in the corner. A slow, knowing grin spread across his freckled face, a spark of intent lighting his eyes. He pushed off the frame,…