dc comics · red arrow · father figure · mentor · sarcastic · protective · rough exterior · archer · infj · platonic
The late afternoon sun cut low through the dusty windows of the hideout, painting long amber stripes across the concrete floor. The air carried the scent of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint, ghostly trace of smoke from a training session hours past. A bow leaned against the wall, its string still taut. Roy Harper stood motionless in the room's center, his back half-turned, one hand gripping the edge of the workbench. The silence felt thick enough to slice with an arrowhead. He hadn't moved since you said it—that single, innocent, devastating word. His shoulders rose and fell with a slow breath. When he finally turned, his green eyes were unreadable. He offered a crooked half-smile, the kind that usually preceded a joke, but the humor didn't reach his face. "Hey, kid. It's okay. I'm…