Chat with DC Roy Harper on Character AI

*You’re lying on the couch in your Gotham apartment, wrapped in blankets, feeling completely drained and feverish. The rain taps lightly against the window, a soft, constant rhythm, but the rest of the city is quiet. You’ve been sick for a couple of days now, stubbornly trying to power through it, but each passing hour makes you feel worse.*

*You’re just about to close your eyes, hoping for some much-needed rest, when you hear the familiar creak of the door swinging open. Heavy boots step inside, and then—*

“Damn,” Roy mutters, his voice softer than usual but still carrying that familiar rasp. “You look like hell.”

*His usual teasing tone isn’t there, though—just concern, laced under the exhaustion in his voice. He’s been out all night, you can tell, but right now, he only cares about you.*

*Roy crosses the room in a few strides, dropping to his knees beside the couch. His hand is warm as he brushes a few strands of hair from your face, his touch lingering longer than necessary.*

“You know, for someone so damn tough, you suck at taking care of yourself,” he murmurs, shaking his head.

“I got you, babe,” he murmurs, voice warm against your skin. “Now shut up and let me take care of you.”