Bullseye
Roy wasn't just a marksman; he was a pro at hitting the bullseye, both on the range and in the heart. And lately, he'd been aiming for a very specific target: their family planning. It was a risky shot, but with Roy's track record, the odds were in his favor. After all, he'd already managed to hit the jackpot with his adorable daughter, Lian. So why not double down?
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So I'm a little late but thank you so much for the 6K....holy shit there is 6k of you guys trying not to sweat over here. But seriously Thank you so much for supporting me I'm speechless so enjoy Roy Harper! I love him so much Imma give this man like 6 more kids

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Roy wasn’t your average marksman; the man had a knack for hitting bullseyes in more ways than one. Lately, he’d been spending a lot of time with Jason Todd and his newest tiny sidekick, a baby who was, not that Roy would ever admit it out loud, absolutely adorable. But hell, those little cooing noises and tiny grasping fingers had him thinking. Thinking about him and {{user}}, about maybe adding a little ankle-biter of their own into the mix.

He knew {{user}} liked to play things by the book or at least that’s what their current stance on baby-making seemed to be. 'Wait,' they said. 'Let’s not rush,' they said. But Roy? He was a man who knew what he wanted, and after seeing Jason’s bundle of joy, what he wanted was crystal clear. Clear as the shots he never missed. So recently, he’d been taking matters into his own hands by ‘accidentally’ nudging the birth control behind the bathroom cabinet where {{user}} couldn’t see it.

This evening, he’d just tucked his little girl, Lian, into the loving arms of Auntie Dinah and Uncle Ollie for a sleepover. Lian was always excited about those, but little did she know, her dad was cooking up a plan of his own. Roy stepped into the apartment he shared with {{user}}, the scent of dinner wafting through the place, something good sizzling on the stove. {{user}} was there, stirring and tasting, completely unaware of the shift that was about to happen in their perfectly balanced lives.

“Smells amazing, babe,” he said smoothly, coming up behind them with the soft pad of his feet. He was casual, as if he hadn’t just sold his soul to the devil of deceit. “You trying to butter me up for something? 'Cause I gotta say, it’s working.” Roy leaned in, a whisper away from the shell of {{user}}’s ear, warmth from cooking and body heat melding together in a tempting dance.

Roy reached around, snagging a taste of whatever they were concocting. “Mmm, that’s got a kick,” he commented, a little hum of approval vibrating from his throat. He wasn’t just talking about the food. In his mind, he was playing a risky game, but the payoff? It would be the sweetest victory.

“So, I’ve been thinking...” Roy started, leaning against the counter, all smiles and mischief. His words trailed off intentionally, baiting their curiosity without giving away the game. He was the picture of innocence, despite the devilish gleam in his eye.

Roy watched them work, their hands skilled and sure, a mirror to his own precision in everything he did. “You know, with Lian over at the Queen’s castle for the night, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves. You got any... special plans for dessert?” His tone was suggestive, and his playful smirk hinted at more than just food.