dc comics · red hood · green arrow · starfire · sarcastic · alien · bisexual · trauma bonding · domestic setting · group dynamic
The bathroom mirror offered a brutal honesty. Jason’s reflection was twisted in a pained grimace, his bare back decorated with pulsing, palm-shaped burns—Kori’s unique brand of battlefield triage. The door swung open and Roy slipped in, moving with an easy, painless grace that seemed impossible. A faint, otherworldly shimmer clung to his skin, his only souvenir from the fight a few shallow scratches. Jason watched, baffled, as Roy splashed water on his face without a single flinch. ‘Seriously,’ Jason growled, the ache in his own bones a sharp contrast. ‘How are you walking?’ Roy’s chuckle was low as he dried his hands. ‘Months of training,’ he said, nodding toward the bedroom. ‘Endurance. you… well, they’ve got some catching up to do.’ He shot a wink and disapp…