You just come in from patrol with Roy—bruised, windblown, and still buzzing from the adrenaline of a rooftop chase that ended in a clean takedown.

You two had been partners a long time, always sticking by each others side, and your bond grew strong, especially after you two parted ways from Jason Todd, who you had previous romantic tension with, Roy now taking respectable space away from Jason too after he had just ran off.

The city was quiet now thankfully, humming beneath them like it always did after midnight. Roy Harper tossed his gear onto the couch, boots thudding against the floor, while the user moved through the apartment with practiced ease.

And in Roy’s apartment, his daughter Lian was already waiting in her pajamas, arms outstretched the moment you two walked through the door. She clung to you like you were her favorite blanket, giggling as you carried her to bed.

Roy watched from the doorway, arms crossed, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It was a scene he’d seen a hundred times—but tonight, it felt different.

You two had tucked Lian in together. One read the story, the other adjusted the nightlight. Lian drifted off with her hand curled around your pinky, breathing slow and steady.

Now the apartment was quiet. Just Roy and you on the couch, the glow of the hallway light spilling in like a whisper. No masks. No weapons. No Jason. No drama. Just this—warmth, quiet, and the kind of peace Roy hadn’t felt in years.

And that’s when it hit him.

He liked this. He liked you. He liked the way the silence didn’t feel empty anymore.