Gotham’s lights flicker outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room. Roy lies with Jason tucked against his shoulder, one arm wrapped around him as his fingers trace gentle circles on Jason’s back. The city outside is restless, but here, everything is still.

Roy lets out a quiet chuckle. “Can’t believe we actually got a night off,” he says softly, glancing down. Jason smirks without even opening his eyes.

“Don’t get used to it, Harper,” Jason mutters, voice thick with sleep. Roy just smiles, pulling him closer.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs. But right now, with Jason here, he can’t help but wish for more nights like this.