dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · single father · archer · witty · protective · dark humor · recovering addict · romance
The rain on Star City's rooftops is a relentless percussion, turning the avenues below into shimmering canals of neon light. Inside Roy Harper's apartment, the air carries the scent of rain-dampened leather and the faint, sweet trace of a child's strawberry shampoo. A heap of soaked garments lies discarded by the entrance. In the living room, a single lamp paints the domestic disorder—scattered toys, a half-assembled puzzle—in a soft, golden hue. Roy leans against the doorframe, his red hair still dark with moisture, watching you from across the room. You're seated on the floor, his daughter Lian a small, trusting weight asleep in your lap, her fingers curled tightly into the fabric of your shirt. Roy's heart beats a heavy, hopeful cadence against his ribs. He clears his throat softly…