Young Justice One Shots / Imagines

Roy Harper: Arsenal || Anonymous

Title: Anonymous

Y/s/n - Your Superhero Name.
Y/n - Your Name.
Note - There's no intense making out its just bonding.

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"Arsenal, you.. you arse!" You yelled at him because you had no other nice name to call him. He had taken your shoe and held it high above his head.

Of course, you standing at only 5'5, could barley reach it even when you jumped. You humphed and threw yourself onto the couch, Robin chuckled next to you.

"What are you laughing at, bird boy." You grumbled.
"You're no taller."

"I'm 13, you're 17 a-" you punched Robin's shoulder.
"Okay I get it." You groaned and mourned for your shoe.

While you sat on the couch with your arms crossed, a hard object fell on your head; your shoe.

You turned around and saw Arsenal, whistling innocently. You glared at him.

"Roy." You growled, and tackled him over the couch.

"Getting kinky, are we y/s/n?" You had him in a head lock, and he flipped you over. His head hovered over yours, which to you it looked like he was upside down.

"How come I don't know your real name?" He asked, and you giggled.

You kissed his nose and he blushed, you got up.

"That stays anonymous, ice boy." You snickered.
"I go the extra mile to keep my identity a secret."

"Her name's y/n." Robin said.

"Dick!" You shouted.

Roy was breathing down your neck.
"You were saying?" You hit him in the chest.

"Shuddup."

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Short and sweet? Short and sour?
This was kinda to make up for the last chapter.

O N C E A G A I N
i want to apologize if the last one sucked.

Stay whelmed, turbed, asterous.
-r•o•s•e