batman universe · red hood · speedy · trauma · bipolar disorder · best friends · roommate · angst · dark humor · single father
The wall clock glows 4:03 AM. The apartment is pitch black, save for the sickly orange spill of Gotham's streetlamps seeping past the curtains. Roy's heavy boots thump across the floorboards, his patrol gear still on, as he drops onto your bed with a roguish smirk. Jason holds the doorway, arms crossed, the shadows from his helmet hollowing his eyes. "We're hungry," he states, voice flat and final. You feel the weight of two unwavering stares fixed on you.