Mornings at the Manor…

Tim: *wakes up, yawns, stretches, sees “3:30” on his phone clock*

Tim:

Tim: Uh. What are you doing here?

Roy: *bruised, bloodied, in a tattered Arsenal uniform, and perched on the window sill*

Roy: Your brother’s gonna wake up mad at me. When he does, be sure to remind him who his best friend is.

Jason: So, Roy, nice guy, don’t you think?

Donna: No. He’s charming, sexy, confident, incredibly hot, but let’s be honest. He’s a bad boy, right? Like you. And right now, I only need good in my life. Not someone who’s…

Jason: Tragically wounded and damaged by demons he can’t escape.