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Summary: you help Jean-Paul when he can't fall asleep
Content/CW -> gn! reader, nightmares/insomnia, mentions of past violence
— requested as part of my neglect week event
froggi yaps -> okok i was sooo nervous to write this one and yet when i sat down to write it i found it went smoother than the booster gold one i was trying to write so :,) lowk i think i need to add him to my regular rotation bcs he's such a sweetheart
Even the rain gently pattering at your window isn’t enough to soothe Jean-Paul back to sleep.
He’s stiff as a board, sitting upright on the mattress next to you, his mind racing. You’re sound asleep next to him, comforter tugged up to your chin, blissfully unaware of the horrors he’s experiencing.
He should wake you up. He knows he should—you’d asked him to—and yet, he can’t. You’re too peaceful, too warm, too wrapped up in the cozy comfort of whatever it is you dream about every night. He wouldn’t dare disturb you, not for something as silly as this.
Still, the things he’s done as Azrael continue to plague him when he closes his eyes, blurry visions of gore burned into the backs of his retinas.
He swipes a few long, blond strands from his face and reaches to the nightstand to put his glasses back on. Squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand, he cringes when he sees the time. Well past three in the morning.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, mind set on washing those few extra dishes you’d left in the sink before bed. He’s not getting sleep anytime soon, he might as well make himself useful.
He’s just about to stand, half of his weight already in the balls of his feet pressed against the floor, when he feels your soft touch on his wrist.
He glances at you over the shoulder, forcing a smile when he sees the sleep-ridden concern on your face. Your eyes are still half-closed, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Jean?” You yawn, “what time is it?”
“Late, sweetheart.”
You nod, tugging at his wrist, drawing him into you. He gives in, letting himself flop back into the mess of pillows and blankets, laid flat on his back next to you.
He frowns, “did I wake you?”
“Told you to wake me if you couldn’t sleep.”
The guilt sets in, a new weight over the already unbearable weight he carries every day. “I’m sorry.”
“S’fine,” you murmur, rolling over to lay on his chest.
He’s warm, chest radiating heat like the sword that plagues him. You press a hand against the bare skin of his stomach, snuggling close to him. Jean drapes an arm over your side, pulling you in.
“What was it tonight?” You ask.
“Same as usual,” he admits quietly. “Thinking about the things I—Azrael did.”
You look up at him through your lashes, tracing soft circles on his skin. Goosebumps raise where you drag your fingers, muscles relaxing beneath his skin.
You press a kiss to the side of his pec. “You’re not your past.”
“I know, it’s just—“
Sometimes the voice get so loud. Sometimes they roar at him in the dead of night until it’s all he can hear. Punish the guilty, be the avenging angel, seek vengeance.
“It’s too much,” he admits. “Some nights, it’s just too much, and the world is so quiet and—and my head is so loud.”
You prop yourself up on an arm to look at him properly. “What helps to quiet it?”
He pauses for a moment to think, remembering the techniques he’s used to get himself through nights much worse than this one. Nights before you were at his side, before the safety net that he finds in your arms came to be.
“Stories, mostly. About the Saints and other things.”
“Tell me one,” you say.
And he does. He starts to regale you with a story about a Saint you’ve never heard of, spouting off each detail like it’s second nature to him. The sound of his voice soothes you, has you relaxing back into his chest, your breathing steadying.
Telling you the story has him soothing himself, too. The voices aren’t so loud, the guilt doesn’t plague him as heavily, he doesn’t see the snapshots of violence behind his eyelids anymore.
Before he knows it, he’s reached the end of the story. You’re fast asleep on his chest, chest rising and falling rhythmically. He finds his own eyes feeling heavy for the first time tonight, sleep finally clasping his hand.
He brushes a thumb over your temple, “I love you so much.”
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A/N: I wrote this in an hour. I cannot understate how not proofread this is. The inspiration grabbed me by the hair and made me sit at the computer. Ths will probably get like 10 notes at best because Simon is criminally underrated
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It is only by sheer chance that you are still awake when Simon comes home.
You’re on the couch, laying on numerous “decorative” pillows, putting the last touches on the research notes before you send it to Holt and his team, when you hear the unmistakable sound of your door being unlocked, opened, and locked back again. Then, quiet swearing in Lebanese follows as the sound of boots being put away and a coat being hanged comes from the hallway.
You save the progress on your notes and close the laptop, in preparation for 200+ pounds of muscle and man to lay directly on top of you, as is the routine.
The footsteps are slow, resembling more of a shuffle, as Simon makes his way from the entrance hallway to the living room.
He’s half awake and dead tired, mildly startled by your presence on the couch.
“Why ‘re you awake?” he mumbles as he changes trajectory from the bedroom door to the couch.
You know he came directly from the sector house, because he has sweatpants and a compression shirt on. His hair is sticking up and mildly damp, probably from a shower that he took as soon as he took his lantern suit off.
He was basically ready to open the door and go directly to bed.
“Terrific has me working on tracking magnetic anomalies with the satellite data from the last 24 hours. I wanted to have it done before 6 in the morning,” you explain.
Simon nods slowly. You know he processed none of the information you’ve just given him, as his eyes take longer and longer to open after each blink. And then kneels down on the couch, thighs bracketing your feet, and buries his face in your stomach and lap.
He feels the rapid exhalation - an almost laugh - through the movement of your torso muscles. Your hand finds his cropped hair to scratch at his scalp, making him groan softly. It brings a soft smile to your face, how your hunk of a man gets reduced to a puddle when tired.
“Do you mind if I put the laptop on your back so I can finish the work? We’ll go to bed when I send it over,” you ask softly and put your other palm on the space on his back where you can balance the device.
Simon hums, and you bring the laptop over. His muscular back is wide enough to comfortably hold it no problem, something that puts a bit of blush in your cheeks.
You open the laptop and start typing with one hand, the other going back to your boyfriend’s scalp.
It takes you no less than 30 minutes to finish the work and send it over. A minute later, you can see Michael has read the message containing the file, and three minutes after you get a response of “noted, will review later today. Take a day off”.
You close the laptop and put it on the table next to the couch.
The fingers that were absent-mindedly playing with Simon’s hair stills and you softly press on his shoulder.
“My love, wake up, we should go to bed.” Your voice is hushed and gentle, but it’s still enough to grouse him from his sleep. He sleeps like the dead when you’re both at home, but it seems his body hasn’t registered that it’s not in space yet. You know it sometimes takes him hours, even a full day, if he has been away long enough.
He pushes himself up reluctantly and before he stands up all the way, his pleading eyes find yours.
You lean over and kiss his forehead. Simon craves the soft intimacy when he gets tired, sometimes even refusing to let go of you. Once he refused to let you out of bed before you kissed both his cheeks and forehead twice.
On the short trudge through the house to your bedroom, your boyfriend comes back to his body just a fraction, enough to talk, and apparently, even sass. “Ask your boss for overtime pay, this was mildly insane.”
You chuckle softly. “I already did. That overtime will pay our mortgage.”
“Good.”
“I’m taking a day off today,” you continue. Your voice is lower than usual, from the mental preparation of finally going to sleep. “I’ll probably take the one after as well.”
Your boyfriend lets out a noise of agreement. “Me too. I don’t care if the world is ending or Volthoom returns, I’m not leaving the planet for at least a week,” he concurs and falls face first into your king-sized bed.
His side of the bed was serene and undisturbed before, whilst yours was still messy from last morning, as you forgot to clean after yourself in your focus on work. Simon will definitely ask if you had taken care of yourself while he was gone, but those are thoughts and problems for when you wake up in ten hours.
For now, you lay down next to him and reach out for his hand, holding it like otters while you drift off to sleep.
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Hi! Saw ur request thing and couldn’t pm u cuz u only pm ppl u follow but I was wondering if I could request something with Duke. Literally anything, there’s SO little about my man :(
Like his only content is in those “batboys” fanfics where he gets the shortest bit and it’s completely ooc
U can do whatever u want cuz I’m so desperate but if you want a prompt I was thinking something like Duke finally got with m!reader after having a crush on him for so long and always ranting to his siblings about it so now his siblings keep teasing him over it and bothering Duke and m!reader when they try to spend time tg. Just something nice and fluffy, you can take any creative liberties you want or do ur own prompt if you want tho! I just want something for my man 😭
Sparkle of mischief
Pairing: Duke x m!reader
Wordcount: 669
Summary: He is so glad the siblings didn't ruin this
Warnings: None
A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I poured all of my writing energy into my thesis for like half a year
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-I have been friends with him for a year and crushed on him for just as long, I will not ruin my chances by fighting my oldest brother in a cafe in front of him - is what goes through Duke’s head as he stares at you, while you ramble about your day.
He is so glad you are sitting with your back to the door, as you didn’t see his mess of a family enter, one by one, in increasingly elaborate disguises. Between Tim, who disguised himself so well as a woman the only hint he got was his walk, and Jason, who put on a semi-believable mustache and nothing else, it was clear they raided the batcave’s emergency disguise bin. In total, he counted four hooligans he could see, which means Damian and Cass either didn’t participate, or, more likely, he hasn’t spotted them yet.
Duke’s eyes flick between your own and behind you, looking at Tim. The difference between the warm gaze and the ice-cold glare nearly makes the disguised man laugh.
You both already ordered and haven’t paid yet, so running out of the restaurant to lose his siblings is out of the question. If he tries to pay and leave with you, they will follow you both to wherever you might go. He only half-listens to your words and half plots your joint escape.
But you’re too observant for your own good. The second time Duke looks behind you, even for a second, you trail off in the middle of the sentence to discreetly turn and follow his eyes.
“Is that… your brother and Stephanie on a double date?” you ask, slowly, as if tasting the words on your tongue feels absurd.
Duke closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. “It’s not a double date. That’s Jason, you haven’t met him yet. And the woman next to him is Tim.”
Your head whips around to look at him, trying to detect any hints of sarcasm.
Nothing. His face is passive in that exhausted, second-hand-embarrassed way, where you can tell he is internally screaming.
You stifle a laugh by slapping a hand over your mouth. Your eyes crinkle and your shoulders shake a little with giggles that stay behind your lips, and Duke swears his heart jumps from how adorable you look.
It takes you a minute to calm down, during which his face loses its tired edges and the corners of his mouth turn up just a fraction. When your hand falls down back onto the table, you take a sip of your lemonade and then gently put it down.
“That’s actually impressive. I didn’t take Tim for a crossdresser,” you say, loud enough to barely carry away from your table.
You deliberately turn your head a fraction and motion to your side with your eyes, right to where Duke was previously looking. Your smile is mischievous and he thinks your eyes sparkle as they look back at him.
Duke watches the words land at his siblings in real time. Tim’s jaw drops and Jason does his best to not start slapping his knee in laughter. Stephanie and Dick are giggling, the latter poking Tim in the arm.
“How do they even know you are out on a date?” you ask, this time with voice lowered, not enough to carry.
Another deep sigh and he awkwardly also takes a sip of his lemonade. “I asked Dick and Tim for conversation ideas, some do’s and don’t’s for dates,” he admits sheepishly.
The sparkle in your eyes gets louder. Your smile widens. And Duke swears he will talk about this moment with you years down the line, when you inevitably tie the knot.
“That’s absolutely adorable. But you don’t have to take their advice or search for it,” you shrug, “as cliché as it is, being yourself is enough for the conversation to flow for hours.”
Any anxieties he had about you leaving the date due to his family’s shenanigans evaporate just like that.
duke asking tim for dating advice genuinely made me laugh harder than i should've but ugh i love everything about this, i love how you write duke and the way he interacts with the reader while also trying to keep his cool in front of them as his bats are (a) there and (b) embarrassingly disguised
but god the way that duke is so absolutely smitten with the reader im gonna be so sick im in loveee:
Another deep sigh and he awkwardly also takes a sip of his lemonade. “I asked Dick and Tim for conversation ideas, some do’s and don’t’s for dates,” he admits sheepishly.
The sparkle in your eyes gets louder. Your smile widens. And Duke swears he will talk about this moment with you years down the line, when you inevitably tie the knot.
like hello??? the fact that duke is already thinking about their future together as inevitable, thinking and knowing that they will end up together married and insanely domestic.. he's down bad!!!! but it's the detail that, despite sheepishly admitting that he asked dick and tim for advice, he falls even more hopelessly in love with the reader's reaction alone <3 truly to be loved is to be seen and in the most gentlest manner possible ughhhh
and you bring suchhh a bat-classic trained balance to this because of the inherent shenanigans that come with your batsibs lowkey crashing your date with guy you had a crush on for years meets this hyperaware vigilance of the setting, potential movements, etc.:
Duke’s eyes flick between your own and behind you, looking at Tim. The difference between the warm gaze and the ice-cold glare nearly makes the disguised man laugh.
You both already ordered and haven’t paid yet, so running out of the restaurant to lose his siblings is out of the question. If he tries to pay and leave with you, they will follow you both to wherever you might go. He only half-listens to your words and half plots your joint escape.
like ugh yea he's a bat!!! he's going to meticulously and quickly think things through, think out escape routes and plans, think as many steps ahead as he can to get out of this situation while also weighing all potential options!!! and the detail that this is all happening on a subtle level, it's just that the reader is observant and can notice duke's quick glances back and forth as he thinks through the options of escape,, this is literally perfection <3 im obsessed and loveeee how you wrote this without centering the batsibs too much either, which is something that happens so often with duke fics :'0 literally in loveeeee
I tried to write him as a good ol' fashioned loverboy, but also make it a bit obvious that he is nervous and this is a massive first for him (whether it is first date outright or first date with a man is up to reader interpretation)
And I tried very hard not to center the siblings because I've read fics before where batsiblings crashed someone's date and the fic became a bit about the siblings shenanigans too much, so I wanted to do it differently
I also didn't want to make reader too passive and Duke too one-note by just focusing on him being whipped
In conclusion: I tried very hard and I am happy you liked it <33
“I asked chatgpt” okay well i asked the GL honor guard and 3 of them gave me 3 different answers that were all wrong as fuck and then started arguing about who was right and John just put on some reading glasses and held his phone at arm’s length as he scrolled through a Wikipedia article . And then John told me the right answer and the other 3 started arguing about who was the least wrong
first mistake was asking the honor guard any question of substance
Hi! Saw ur request thing and couldn’t pm u cuz u only pm ppl u follow but I was wondering if I could request something with Duke. Literally anything, there’s SO little about my man :(
Like his only content is in those “batboys” fanfics where he gets the shortest bit and it’s completely ooc
U can do whatever u want cuz I’m so desperate but if you want a prompt I was thinking something like Duke finally got with m!reader after having a crush on him for so long and always ranting to his siblings about it so now his siblings keep teasing him over it and bothering Duke and m!reader when they try to spend time tg. Just something nice and fluffy, you can take any creative liberties you want or do ur own prompt if you want tho! I just want something for my man 😭
Sparkle of mischief
Pairing: Duke x m!reader
Wordcount: 669
Summary: He is so glad the siblings didn't ruin this
Warnings: None
A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I poured all of my writing energy into my thesis for like half a year
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-I have been friends with him for a year and crushed on him for just as long, I will not ruin my chances by fighting my oldest brother in a cafe in front of him - is what goes through Duke’s head as he stares at you, while you ramble about your day.
He is so glad you are sitting with your back to the door, as you didn’t see his mess of a family enter, one by one, in increasingly elaborate disguises. Between Tim, who disguised himself so well as a woman the only hint he got was his walk, and Jason, who put on a semi-believable mustache and nothing else, it was clear they raided the batcave’s emergency disguise bin. In total, he counted four hooligans he could see, which means Damian and Cass either didn’t participate, or, more likely, he hasn’t spotted them yet.
Duke’s eyes flick between your own and behind you, looking at Tim. The difference between the warm gaze and the ice-cold glare nearly makes the disguised man laugh.
You both already ordered and haven’t paid yet, so running out of the restaurant to lose his siblings is out of the question. If he tries to pay and leave with you, they will follow you both to wherever you might go. He only half-listens to your words and half plots your joint escape.
But you’re too observant for your own good. The second time Duke looks behind you, even for a second, you trail off in the middle of the sentence to discreetly turn and follow his eyes.
“Is that… your brother and Stephanie on a double date?” you ask, slowly, as if tasting the words on your tongue feels absurd.
Duke closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. “It’s not a double date. That’s Jason, you haven’t met him yet. And the woman next to him is Tim.”
Your head whips around to look at him, trying to detect any hints of sarcasm.
Nothing. His face is passive in that exhausted, second-hand-embarrassed way, where you can tell he is internally screaming.
You stifle a laugh by slapping a hand over your mouth. Your eyes crinkle and your shoulders shake a little with giggles that stay behind your lips, and Duke swears his heart jumps from how adorable you look.
It takes you a minute to calm down, during which his face loses its tired edges and the corners of his mouth turn up just a fraction. When your hand falls down back onto the table, you take a sip of your lemonade and then gently put it down.
“That’s actually impressive. I didn’t take Tim for a crossdresser,” you say, loud enough to barely carry away from your table.
You deliberately turn your head a fraction and motion to your side with your eyes, right to where Duke was previously looking. Your smile is mischievous and he thinks your eyes sparkle as they look back at him.
Duke watches the words land at his siblings in real time. Tim’s jaw drops and Jason does his best to not start slapping his knee in laughter. Stephanie and Dick are giggling, the latter poking Tim in the arm.
“How do they even know you are out on a date?” you ask, this time with voice lowered, not enough to carry.
Another deep sigh and he awkwardly also takes a sip of his lemonade. “I asked Dick and Tim for conversation ideas, some do’s and don’t’s for dates,” he admits sheepishly.
The sparkle in your eyes gets louder. Your smile widens. And Duke swears he will talk about this moment with you years down the line, when you inevitably tie the knot.
“That’s absolutely adorable. But you don’t have to take their advice or search for it,” you shrug, “as cliché as it is, being yourself is enough for the conversation to flow for hours.”
Any anxieties he had about you leaving the date due to his family’s shenanigans evaporate just like that.
Hi! Saw ur request thing and couldn’t pm u cuz u only pm ppl u follow but I was wondering if I could request something with Duke. Literally anything, there’s SO little about my man :(
Like his only content is in those “batboys” fanfics where he gets the shortest bit and it’s completely ooc
U can do whatever u want cuz I’m so desperate but if you want a prompt I was thinking something like Duke finally got with m!reader after having a crush on him for so long and always ranting to his siblings about it so now his siblings keep teasing him over it and bothering Duke and m!reader when they try to spend time tg. Just something nice and fluffy, you can take any creative liberties you want or do ur own prompt if you want tho! I just want something for my man 😭
Sparkle of mischief
Pairing: Duke x m!reader
Wordcount: 669
Summary: He is so glad the siblings didn't ruin this
Warnings: None
A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I poured all of my writing energy into my thesis for like half a year
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-I have been friends with him for a year and crushed on him for just as long, I will not ruin my chances by fighting my oldest brother in a cafe in front of him - is what goes through Duke’s head as he stares at you, while you ramble about your day.
He is so glad you are sitting with your back to the door, as you didn’t see his mess of a family enter, one by one, in increasingly elaborate disguises. Between Tim, who disguised himself so well as a woman the only hint he got was his walk, and Jason, who put on a semi-believable mustache and nothing else, it was clear they raided the batcave’s emergency disguise bin. In total, he counted four hooligans he could see, which means Damian and Cass either didn’t participate, or, more likely, he hasn’t spotted them yet.
Duke’s eyes flick between your own and behind you, looking at Tim. The difference between the warm gaze and the ice-cold glare nearly makes the disguised man laugh.
You both already ordered and haven’t paid yet, so running out of the restaurant to lose his siblings is out of the question. If he tries to pay and leave with you, they will follow you both to wherever you might go. He only half-listens to your words and half plots your joint escape.
But you’re too observant for your own good. The second time Duke looks behind you, even for a second, you trail off in the middle of the sentence to discreetly turn and follow his eyes.
“Is that… your brother and Stephanie on a double date?” you ask, slowly, as if tasting the words on your tongue feels absurd.
Duke closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh. “It’s not a double date. That’s Jason, you haven’t met him yet. And the woman next to him is Tim.”
Your head whips around to look at him, trying to detect any hints of sarcasm.
Nothing. His face is passive in that exhausted, second-hand-embarrassed way, where you can tell he is internally screaming.
You stifle a laugh by slapping a hand over your mouth. Your eyes crinkle and your shoulders shake a little with giggles that stay behind your lips, and Duke swears his heart jumps from how adorable you look.
It takes you a minute to calm down, during which his face loses its tired edges and the corners of his mouth turn up just a fraction. When your hand falls down back onto the table, you take a sip of your lemonade and then gently put it down.
“That’s actually impressive. I didn’t take Tim for a crossdresser,” you say, loud enough to barely carry away from your table.
You deliberately turn your head a fraction and motion to your side with your eyes, right to where Duke was previously looking. Your smile is mischievous and he thinks your eyes sparkle as they look back at him.
Duke watches the words land at his siblings in real time. Tim’s jaw drops and Jason does his best to not start slapping his knee in laughter. Stephanie and Dick are giggling, the latter poking Tim in the arm.
“How do they even know you are out on a date?” you ask, this time with voice lowered, not enough to carry.
Another deep sigh and he awkwardly also takes a sip of his lemonade. “I asked Dick and Tim for conversation ideas, some do’s and don’t’s for dates,” he admits sheepishly.
The sparkle in your eyes gets louder. Your smile widens. And Duke swears he will talk about this moment with you years down the line, when you inevitably tie the knot.
“That’s absolutely adorable. But you don’t have to take their advice or search for it,” you shrug, “as cliché as it is, being yourself is enough for the conversation to flow for hours.”
Any anxieties he had about you leaving the date due to his family’s shenanigans evaporate just like that.
if we were to do a teeny event this week where i only write for neglected characters (either on this blog or just in general) would that be something you guys are interested in?
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+++ lmk who your fave neglected character is so i can add them to my list
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Could I request a Roy Harper x ex-villian reader, just domestic stuff. Reader had been out of control of their body when they were a villain, and Roy was someone who helped them get away from that
A silent morning
Pairing: Roy Harper x ex-villain!gn!reader
Wordcount: 774 words
Summary: Today is a bad headache day
Warnings: Implied mind control
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You wake up with a groan to the light hitting your eyes through the curtains and immediately have to shut your eyelids right back.
Today will be a bad headache day.
You don’t roll over. Moving your head will feel like your brain is rattling around in your skull, and the pressure behind your eyes will nearly blind you with pain.
“Hhhn-” you grunt and slowly move your arm, carefully not jostling the pillow under you, to tap Roy on the shoulder.
You have to extend your arm all the way to be able to tap on his skin.
Most times, you are thankful for the massive bed Oliver Queen gifted you two when you moved in together. It means you Roy doesn't accidentally touch you during the night and activates your fight-or-flight response, and that you can have separate blankets.
But it also means Roy can just move a little to the left to escape the touch of your fingertips.
“Fuck,” you whimper out. The migraine is building with every second the light filters into the room. You forgot to roll down the blackout shutters and the remote is out of your reach.
“Roy,” you say, louder than you’ve meant to. The noise out of your own mouth shoots a jolt of pain through your entire body, ending in your skull.
The man huffs a single time and doesn’t stir.
“Roy, darling, everything hurts.”
You try gently saying it, even though you know throwing a plush or yelling would get this over faster.
But you told yourself to always try to be gentle first.
This time it doesn’t work.
A pang of white-hot pain forces a pitiful, high-pitched sound from your mouth and you lose your patience.
“ROY!”
The man flinches with his full body and rapidly moves - not having a sliver of awareness over his surroundings - and falls off the bed, thankfully landing on the soft carpet. A grunt of surprise and pain escapes him, and you can hear shuffling around as you assume he stands up and looks around in quick succession.
“What?!” he yelps and you hear air whooshing, as if his arms are flailing around. Any other day, you would smile at the goofy air-karate movements he is doing in his infusion, but not now.
“The light…” you gasp out, “my head’s exploding, I think I need meds.”
This has happened enough times for Roy’s body to go on autopilot. He reaches into his nightstand and takes the remote. You hear quiet whirring and see the light fade, even through your eyelids. The headache doesn’t magically get better, but the sharp stabbing behind your eyes gradually gets easier to deal with.
The sigh of relief is quickly followed by your other hand reaching around into your own nightstand. Now that the blinding pain lessens, your ability to think goes from 5% to 10% and you try to reach your emergency meds.
“Sorry,” Roy whispers as his hand touches yours. During the few seconds you were calming down, you didn’t even hear him get to your side of the bed and take a single pill out of the plaster. His palm opens in yours and the chalky texture of the tablet hits your skin.
You instantly drop it inside your mouth, wincing when the opening of your jaw makes the joint throb.
“Sorry, sorry. Here’s your water,” he says quietly and touches a straw to your lips.
Normally, you would chastise his need to apologize for your headache, but today you don’t have the energy.
You know the headaches aren’t his fault. Hell, you’d rather get the occasional headache than still be under mind control, but one did indirectly cause the other.
The doctor working for the Justice League theorized as such, telling you that Roy snapping you out of the mind control too fast rewired your brain a bit incorrectly. The headaches started a few weeks after physically recovering from your injuries and blood loss, under the watchful eye of the Green Arrow and his menagerie of misfits.
You take big gulps of the water and swallow down the pill. It tastes vile, as always, but you’ve learned to associate it with relief in a few minutes.
Your eyes stay closed. You feel lips pressing against the back of your palm, oh so gently.
A silent “I’m here, you’ll be okay soon”.
You move your hand, going from passively within Roy’s grasp to reaching around until you feel his stubble under your fingers. Your attention (and hand) lands on his cheek as you slowly stroke over the skin.
