dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · flirty · former addict · archer · vector · romance · protective · cocky
Rain sketched watery trails down the dirty window of his apartment, smearing the neon glow of Gotham into a bleeding watercolor. The only light inside came from a half-empty bottle on the coffee table and the persistent buzz of his phone, screen illuminating the dark at half past midnight. Roy Harper’s green eyes flicked to the caller ID—your name—and his mouth curved into a lazy, knowing smirk. He picked up, voice low and rough with sleep or amusement. "C’mon, princess. Just tell me where you are. Jason would actually murder me if I let you wander around Gotham like this." The line hung open, heavy with the sound of distant rain and waiting.