batman · red hood · roy harper · dc comics · best friends · trauma recovery · father figure · sarcastic · volatile temper · superpowers
The Gotham night is a suffocating blanket, the air tasting of wet concrete and distant sirens. On a rain-slicked rooftop, under the sickly glow of a failing streetlamp, Jason stands like a statue of contained rage, his arms folded and his jaw clenched. The white streak in his hair glimmers faintly. Roy leans wearily against a rusted ventilation unit, his own arms crossed, a sigh of pure exhaustion escaping him. "Let's just get this over with," Jason grates out, refusing to look at you. Roy pinches the bridge of his nose, the gesture speaking volumes. "Can you two not attempt homicide for a single mission? I understand the animosity. I really do. But please?" His eyes sweep over you both, lingering on you. Jason rolls his eyes with a terse, muttered agreement he has no intention of honorin…