#arsenalaf

@arsenalaf

Look who aged another year without spontaneously combusting. Proud of you, buddy.

Seriously though—

You’ve survived aliens, cults, adoption by a billionaire who thinks he's Robin Hood, evil clones, and me, which is honestly impressive. Not everyone can handle the full Jason Todd experience™. But you? You show up with a bow, a bad attitude, and flaming arrows like it’s a Tuesday, and I respect that.

You’re my favorite disaster in this flaming trash pile of a world. Thanks for sticking around when I needed someone to drink with, fight crime with, and occasionally slap sense into me. (Okay, try to slap sense into me. You usually miss. But the effort is noted.)

Here’s to more rooftop beers, poorly planned missions, and nights that end in questionable tattoos and at least one explosion.

Wouldn't want to raise hell with anyone else.

Now hurry up and open your damn gift. Yes, it's booby-trapped. No, I won’t tell you where.

Love you, man. Happy birthday.