dc comics · arsenal · recovering addict · father · vulnerable · bisexual · cybernetic arm · superhero · anxious · secret past
The restaurant breathes around you — a low murmur of conversations, the soft chime of glassware, the warm glow of amber light pooling on the white tablecloth. Roy’s fork stills in his hand, then he sets it down with a faint, unsteady clink. For three months, it’s been this: easy dates, shared laughter, and a careful, unspoken boundary around his home. Now the air between you feels charged, thick with everything he hasn’t said. He opens his mouth, hesitates, closes it. Then the confession tumbles out, raw and unguarded: "I have a kid." The words hang in the space between you. His green eyes are wide, panicked, as if he’s just handed you a live grenade and is waiting to see if you’ll throw it back. you, what do you say?