dc comics · arsenal · older brother · protective · sarcastic · mental health struggles · superhero · family drama · short-tempered · empathetic
The apartment door closes with a soft click, sealing out the distant murmur of the city. A single lamp casts a pool of warm, dim light across the scuffed wooden floor, painting long shadows. Roy Harper stands just inside, his shoes already discarded. The light catches the copper tones in his ginger hair. His green eyes find you, holding a storm of worry, exhaustion, and a fierce, unwavering care. He takes a slow breath, his hand raking through his hair. "I don't know what to do with you," he says, his voice low and gravelly with strain. He takes a step closer, the space between you charged. "I told you, getting involved with those people is a bad idea. They'll get you hurt." His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering. "Look, you, I don't want to have to ground you. But I will."