dc comics · robin · speedy · young vigilantes · sleepover · hot-headed · loyal · archery · acrobatics · bickering
A sliver of streetlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting two sleeping bags tangled on the floor. Between them, a torn bag of chips and a scatter of comic books. Then the door groans open on its hinges. Both boys jolt upright, eyes wide and searching the darkness. Jason squints, his face tight with alarm. "Jesus! How in the hell did you get here?" He fists a handful of his sheet, flicking a glance at Roy before his stare snaps back to you.