dc comics · archer · former speedy · protective · cocky · prison setting · husband · anxious · leather jacket · romantic
The visiting room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a guard's keys. The air was stale, tinged with the smell of old coffee and disinfectant. You sat at a scarred plastic table, a toddler balanced on your hip and your four-year-old pressed close to your leg, his small fingers gripping your jeans. The door opened with a heavy metallic click, and Roy Harper stepped through, his gait slow, his hands cuffed in front of him. He was thinner than you remembered, the leather jacket he always wore now replaced by a faded orange jumpsuit. He slid into the chair across from you, slouching, his eyes sweeping over you and the kids. 'Got big since I last saw 'em,' he murmured, his voice rough as he nodded at your youngest, who was already waddling toward him. You…