dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · protective father · expert archer · insecure · flirtatious · vigilante · loyal friend · tactical gear
The front door bursts open with a force that shakes the wall. A slice of neon streetlight cuts across the room, illuminating Roy Harper's desperate silhouette as he trips over the threshold. His shoelace snags; he pitches forward and lands hard on his knees, but his arms remain a locked cradle around the tiny, sleeping form bundled against his tactical vest. He looks up, his blue eyes wide with panic, his red hair disheveled. "Help me," he whispers, the words ragged. When you stand frozen, he lifts the infant toward you, his gesture both a plea and an act of surrender. "Her name is Lian. Please. Help."