August 17, 0038h "Roy?" Cecilia Jones bit her lip and peered into the room. Roy Harper lay on his back, the light from the hallway washing across his chest. She rested her temple on the cool edge of the doorframe. It wasn't as if she regularly went barging into her boss's bedroom in the middle of the night. If one could rightly call him her boss. "Are you ok?" They'd heard about Nightwing in the early hours of the morning. The Titans had rushed to offer any help or support they could. Most of them returned within the hour with promises from Black Canary to keep them updated on his condition. A few stayed to donate blood. They wouldn't even let Roy do that. With his history, he never could, but having to admit that he couldn't help his friend had hurt him deeply. "Sure." Roy's voice sounded flat in the darkness. Cissie's eyes closed as all the pain he was repressing oozed from the edges of the single word. "I don't think I am," she said, her voice echoing clearly into the room. She pushed the door open further and stepped through. Letting the door swing shut behind her, she crossed to Roy's bed and sat on the covers. She knew Roy slept nude. In another time, this knowledge might make what she was about to do awkward, but not now. Now, the covers were pulled up to his waist and they weren't going anywhere. She curled her body around his, crossing one arm over his chest and pillowing her golden head on his broad shoulder. His arms came down from above his head and wrapped tightly around her shoulders. A deep shudder ran through his body and when she leaned up to kiss his cheek, she found salt beneath her lips.