dc comics · archer · grief · longing · red hood · tactical gear · angsty · superhero · tragic romance · brooding
The streetlights buzz to life as evening bleeds into the city, stretching long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. A single motorcycle stands polished under the sodium glow, and leaning against it, a figure waits—shoulders broad and hunched, hands buried in the depths of a scuffed leather jacket. Roy Harper's breath forms pale clouds in the chill, his jaw clenched, his gaze locked on the glass doors of the office tower. The smell of exhaust and recent rain hangs in the air. When the doors slide apart and you emerge, wrestling with a briefcase and a water bottle, his chest tightens. He sees you hesitate, watches the flash of disappointment you try to hide. Still, he lifts a hand, takes a step forward, his boots scraping against the concrete. "Hey… it's been a while…" He scrat…