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The door to the penthouse opened, Waylon's usually neutral expression shifting to that of a soft smile. He had such a soft spot for Roy. Shifting out of the way so he could enter the penthouse, Croc's tail drug on the ground behind him, not wanting the smaller man to trip over it.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WAYLON WAS REALLY GOOD at his job. despite what most people may think of him just seeing him on the streets, he was a damn good listener and reassuring to be around. maybe it was just memories for roy, but he'd still stand by that being a fact.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he even cooked for him. the redhead hadn't even realized how hungry he was until the smell hit him. “ you're the best, waylon. seriously. whatever you made, it smells so good. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the question made him pause for a second, offering a small shrug. “ i figure we could catch up first ? how have you been ? ” was he just putting it off because he was nervous ? maybe so, maybe so.

He'd lost everything just to get one more Father.

He looks back at Roy, weary, as images of a young Dick was plastered all over the newspaper in the wake of his parents' death. He remembers the rage captured in between flashes. And he looks at Roy and only sees grief. It twists a familiar knife in him.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE MAN IN FRONT of him was more myth than anything most days, but today ? he was a person. it was something he didn't see often, but the opportunities had been few and far between.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's a stark reminder that he wasn't the only person in the world that was grieving oliver. differently, perhaps without the daunting emptiness weighing heavily on his chest, but grieving.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎releasing a shaky breath, the redhead caved and threw his arms around bruce. his voice was muffled, already quiet as it is but still hopefully enough for the other to understand. “ the rage hasn't hit yet, that's the part that scares me.”

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 Gun holds steady on the Archer. He's unsure what the other's motive is for being here. This was a ways away from his point of operation. Unsure if Green Arrow had spilled to Speedy who he was behind the mask or if this was a random meeting of a hero and a crime lord. Hood give away nothing. He stands like a pit dog with unwavering gaze.

It's hard to remember life before the pit. They were friends. Maybe. He's not sure. That was the past anyway. ❝ 「 No sudden movements 」 ❞ Distortions crackle from him.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OLLIE WASN'T CAPABLE OF hiding much from him, if anything at all. he knew all the man's quirks, all the little ticks he did when he was lying. purposefully or by omission, it didn't matter.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as soon as he had gotten it out of him, the redhead was hopping on his bike and heading to gotham. the bat could get mad at him later for going to his city without permission, there wasn't a single molecule in roy that gave a fuck about that right now.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his bow was still on his back when that voice hit him, hands slowly raised. “ the red hood, huh ? any chance i can just have a chat with my old friend, no guns necessary ? ”

guys cover your eyes, don't encourage them

he's not moving and jason can feel the slight irritation beginning to bubble up in his chest, but he tries to push it back down. he's only trying to help. he's sure that roy can see how tired he is, knows the dark circles around his eyes doesn't help his lie in any way.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎THE GRIN WAS ENOUGH for the redhead to call it a win. even exhausted, a smile was definitely a win. he shot one back of his own, finally letting go of him just to ruffle his hair.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ aww, mr. killjoy himself isn't gonna be fun ? who coulda guessed. maybe some coffee can bring my jaybird back. ” it was easier to rely on banter with jason, it had always been how they functioned best.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎either way, he hopped up and grabbed his jacket. “ pretty sure i would do just about anything for some eggs, sausage and hashbrowns. whoever first thought of breakfast for dinner was a genius. ”

@arrowmade has decided to become a target – ! || Make him admit if you're attractive.

“🔥?” he just wants his husband to compliment him what can he say-

Oh the smile that crept upon his lips as brown eyes were cast upon the redhead, gaze filled with nothing but love and affection. Roy, the love of his life, his everything -- and the list could go on and on for too long. He stepped closer, hands reaching out, ghosting right past the other's waist before locking right behind his back, allowing the soldier to loosely wrap his arms around the archer, a please hum in his throat. There wasn't a single thing that came to mind that he didn't find attractive about the other - habits, the way his body reacted certain ways, the flush of his cheeks when embarrassed.. All of that was not only endearing to James, but always made Roy appear so beautiful.

He'd never get enough of him, never. If he ever did, may god strike him where he stood.

“ <<my love,>> everything about you is attractive, you already know that. ” His smile turned into a small grin. “ But I don't mind telling you again and again, a thousand times even. Till the end of time. ” He would lean up, pressing a light kiss to the redhead's lips. 

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ROY CERTAINLY DIDN'T MIND hearing it, over and over again. he returned the grin, arms looping around his partner the second james stepped close enough. anything just to touch, to hold.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe he was a bit clingy after all. but really, who could blame him for it ? the kiss only makes him all the greedier. “ mmm, think i'll need about a hundred more kisses. you can take that time to think of the one thing you'd pick if you had to choose. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT WASN'T LIKE ROY was even trying to sleep. his schedule had gotten mixed up again after a rough mission with ollie, muscles still aching in the way they always did when he was away for extended periods. meaning he was in the perfect position for time with a friend.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎offering a lopsided grin, the redhead threw an arm around jay's shoulders before gently dragging him inside. “ anytime, jaybird. you've got a key for a reason, yanno. ”