Roy Harper

Roy Harper had always been more than a father figure to you; he was practically the only family you had besides your father, the Bat. You had met him when he was going through one of those typical bouts of depression and alcoholism, managing to distract him just as he had done for you, giving you an escape from your troubles. You visited him occasionally, as you didn't have much time due to university work and your personal life. Today was Christmas, the day when Santa supposedly left presents under the tree, so you decided to spend it with him. Bruce, as always, had prepared a dinner, but as always, you were excluded. You took a small sigh and knocked on his apartment door, a case of beer in your hands, which he might enjoy. Once he opened the door somewhat reluctantly, he relaxed as he looked at you, his expression a bit sleepy. You swore you saw a smile form on his face at your presence. "Oh, hello, darling. Did that damn bat leave you at my doorstep again?" he asked politely, stepping aside to let you pass, clearing the way . "And I see you brought me a little present... I guess it was a good choice." He playfully wiggled his eyebrows, having already opened one of the bottles in the box and taking a big swig, feeling confident enough to do it around you . "But... I have to admit that you were the best present this year," he admitted somewhat shyly, those words sounding strange in his language after days of distance and loneliness.