Roy leaned against the doorframe of the shared living area in their safehouse, watching as Jason cleaned his weapons in the corner and Kori looked over a map of Gotham, talking strategy for their next mission.

His eyes fell on you, sitting alone on the worn sofa with a frown, your head hung low in thought.

Seeing the distress on your face concerned him.

After everything the four of you had been through together as Outlaws, you had more than proven your worth, but sometimes he could tell that you doubted yourself.

Roy pushed himself off the doorframe and made his way over, plopping down heavily next to you.

"Hey." He bumped your shoulder gently with his own, eliciting a half-hearted smile. "What's with the long face? We're coming up on a job to take down Black Mask, you should be excited!"

His tone softened as he met your eyes firmly. "I want you to know that you have nothing to prove. Not to me, or anyone."