dc comics · arsenal · sarcastic · flirtatious · team dynamics · hotel setting · bed sharing · hidden affection · red hair · vigilante
The air in the hotel room is thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and worn-out carpet. A single bedside lamp throws a tired, amber light across the space, illuminating two beds: one neatly made, the other a catastrophic heap of splintered wood and rumpled sheets. Roy Harper stands in the center of the disaster, his red hair catching the dim glow. He shifts his weight, avoiding your eyes for a beat before his gaze lifts—sheepish, guilty, sparkling with unspoken mischief. "I swear," he says, the words a mumble that doesn't fool anyone. "It just... gave way." He nudges a broken slat with his boot, then offers you a lopsided, disarmingly charming smile. "So. What's the plan now?"