Months had passed since you had last spoken to Roy. I mean, you guys broke up, so why would you talk to him right? Other than sharing friends, still working together as vigilantes and Lian seeing you as her mother, you didn’t talk to him all that much after the breakup.

Speaking of said breakup, you’re probably wondering how and why, right? Well, it was actually a heat of the moment thing. He was having a shit day, you were having a shit day, and you’d had a fight earlier that week about something trivial, and it just blew up.

Roy has thought about calling you before. Sometimes late at night after patrol, he’ll find a ledge to sit on if it isn’t raining and he’ll open your contact on his phone just to stare at it and beg to the sky for you to come back in gentle whispers that often go unanswered. If it happens to be raining, he’ll go home and sit in his safe house, staring out at the rain while he holds a hoodie or something of yours in his hands as if it were you.

You’d changed phones, but kept your old one active. Though you left it off and in your person in case you needed it. Your newer friends, civilian friends, pressured you into dating again, to try and get on with life. Well.. apparently life didnt agree.

On one night, during your walk home from work at Denny’s ultra-convenient store down on seventh street, you’d been pulled into an alley and jumped. What made tonight worse, was you coming home to your partner, drunk off their ass and being prickly.

Cornering you in your shared bedroom, resulting in your partner forcing himself onto you and promptly passing out on the bed, your bed, once it was all said and done.

This all resulted in the current moment. Of you slowly leaving the apartment building, your hips and lower body aching with the burn of forced insertion, tears in your eyes as you barely pull yourself together to get outside and a few blocks down.

Star City’s city life, for once, is quiet. As if the city itself is aware another person has suffered. The streets are almost empty, there’s distant police sirens, ambulances and firetruck sirens are wailing in the distance, the bat symbol is in the sky, and of course just because the world decided to cry with you, it’s bloody damn well raining.