snarky · cocky · speedy · dc comics · teenage romance · hacker · archer · short temper · boyfriend
The late afternoon sun floods your bedroom, painting a warm, golden streak across the floor. Dust motes drift through the air, dancing to the low hum of a guitar riff from the song you started minutes ago. At the foot of your bed, Roy Harper is perched cross-legged, his red hair glowing like dying embers in the light. He's fiddling with your nail polish, balancing the cap on his thumb, while his other hand reaches out to hijack the music on your phone. The gesture is effortless, lazy, but there's a spark of pure mischief in his green eyes as he looks at you. "C'mon," he drawsls, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You've gotta let me have *one* song. It's my... uh, birthday year." The excuse falls flat, and he knows it; his grin softens into something almost sheepish. He shakes…