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❝ speedy? yeah, never heard that one before. ❞
ROY HARPER!
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RED ARROW
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purrfectioniist:
THE SOUND OF SPIT SPOTS in the rain, heavy shoes in shallow puddles. The shape of someone looking vaguely heroic surges out from between the stair rods that fall down from the heavens above. selina glances up from the darkness of the rooftop to the veranda above quickly, cocking her head and trying to get a better look. The smokey sky erupts with the rolling sound of thunder that surrounds them both, air fresh for a moment as lightning strikes a sky scraper somewhere in the distance – the city illuminating around them. her voice is blasé, practically a drawl as rains run down her cheeks – refreshing and cool as she licks at her bottom lip.
GOTHAM is feeling dramatic tonight. but that’s not on her agenda. checking up on old haunts is top of her list — this is just a pit stop. something to fill her time ( it doesn’t matter how long she stays away the city NEVER changes. ) :
❝ …you’re not invisible, you know. ❞
The voice emerging from the shadows hadn’t spooked him. ( Or so he tells himself. ) He’d learned to expect that kind of behavior within Gotham’s clutches. Somehow, it was a perfectly acceptable social norm, privacy be damned. Continuing to kick his legs against the brickwork absentmindedly, Roy leaned a little further over the wall to try and spot the source of the voice. He was certain his curiosity would be the death of him one day. That, or something equally as embarrassing.
“ Aw, man. Seriously? Guess I gotta return this cloak if it’s not working right. ”
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thehccd:
THERE’S something in roy’s voice but jason can’t exactly place it. he tries his best but it’s some emotion that he can’t quiet figure out. whatever it is he decides to move on from it, or instead maybe he gets distracted by roy’s arms because jason can see and roy’s arms are huge. and even when he was younger he was aware of roy’s arms. but with them crossed over his chest it’s a full view. “little red arms dealer?” draws him out of his trance as he repeats the words. “that nicknames not sticking around unless you actually want a bullet through your thigh, roy.” because he’d accept some form of nickname but little red anything is not. “i mean it wasn’t supposed to be you necessarily, i just happened to run into you. and why not mess with you out of all the possible choices?” he asks, smirking now that his face is on display. “plus, i didn’t even know you were in gotham.”
watching the happy look fall from roy’s face is a little fun for jason, he’s not sure why. it just thrills him that he can do that just by existing. literally. he watches the exact moment roy knows. without hesitation he’s aware now, jason knows this. “pick that jaw up off the ground, harper. something will fly in there with how dumb you look,” he offers because yeah maybe he’s been the most confident man moments before but talking about his death brings back flashbacks even when he refuses to let them in. jason is unaware of how people reacted to his death – for all he knows they could’ve thrown a party. he’s pretty sure no one actually through a party but no one had gotten his revenge and that hurts most of all. not that he’ll admit to that part, that he can’t believe someone didn’t kill the fucking clown. it’s not the point right now though, instead he’s enjoying roy’s shocked expression.
“everyone that’s found out always feels the need to point that out to me,” jason tells him but his hands are moving, signing the words as he speaks because of how uncomfortable it is without his hearing aid. he’s self conscious even though he’s confident, “that i’m alive i mean. not using my full name on me though, but i can confirm i, jason todd am alive.” he says it dramatically as if he’s taking a pledge even raises his left hand and puts his right one overtop of his heart. “you thought a lot about me?” he leers because he is cocky, “should’ve known you were thinkin’ about me all along, i am a babe.” he winks at roy, if it wasn’t enough that he was alive this overwhelming amount of cockiness and confidence should surely mess with the redhead.
Roy’s gaze drifts down to Jason’s hands curiously before, once again, realization hits him. It’d been a hot minute since he’d last had to sign to anybody, but the knowledge was still in his brain somewhere. He’d just have to brush the dust off of it. A quiet laugh escapes him at Jason’s initial response. He shouldn’t be surprised to hear such a detached reply. Something told him Jason wasn’t exactly settled in the land of the living. Not that Roy could blame him. It must’ve been quite the culture shock for him to say the very least.
An almost embarrassed snort escapes him at the teasing response. Jason’s knowledge was vast, sure. But Roy hadn’t expected him to be able to push his buttons so easily. “ You’re definitely something, Jay. Not sure I’d say you’d fall under the babe category. More the... ” pausing for a second, Roy rested his chin in his hand, eyes narrowing behind his mask to try and at least look as if he was deep in thought. “ The... endearingly irritating category? Y’know, with me. ” A grin soon blossomed across Roy’s face as he cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. Despite the strangeness of the situation, he felt at ease. More so than he had in some time. “ Not to rush you or anything, but I can’t exactly leave our buddy here-- ” pausing, he gestured to the body still on the ground. “ Laying around like an old decoration. Gotta shift him. You down to go on an adventure? ”
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owracle:
Was Barbara really above killing anyone? Haven’t she wished death upon someone before? Killing was probably the last option she had in mind when dealing with crimes but wouldn’t the world be better if there was a certain someone clown ceased to exist. No matter how much she denied, there are a very few things that is answerable by death. “ That’s it? Because he made a lot of enemies? “ Barbara made a lot of enemies too especially when she was still Batgirl and she was pretty sure some people wanted her dead as well now that she is Oracle. But did she deserve to die? Barbara didn’t think so. But she wouldn’t start judging him. “ Yeah. I agree. Do you even know where to…uh…dispose the body? “ It might not be a serious question but she was curious to know what he was planning with it.
“ Weeeell... that’s not just it, but that’s the gist of it. Don’t wanna bore you with the details. ” Rubbing the nape of his neck with a bright laugh, Roy wondered exactly how all the events in his life had added up to this moment. In all honesty, he never pictured finding himself in a predicament as questionable as this. It was a relief to hear a non-judgmental tone for once. As of late, it seemed as if everybody was a critic. Or maybe that was just a Gotham thing. He was yet to fully decide. Pursing his lips in thought, Roy’s glance drifted to their surroundings, spinning on his heel to get a better idea of which direction he should probably start heading in. “ Yeah, yeah. This isn’t my first rodeo. Hope you weren’t expecting a show. I think I’d rather take you to get coffee or something. Y’know, rather than disposing a dead body before you. Kinda gives off the wrong vibes. ”
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xbarryxallen:
“I completely understand that the law isn’t always the most capable.” Of course Barry knew that. His father had been wrongfully convicted of murder. He’d had to visit his dad in prison for years before he was finally able to prove his innocence. But he hadn’t lost his respect for the law either. He had found the right way. “Even the worst criminal still has their basic human rights. You took that away from this person without a thought.” A scowl spread across Barry’s face. How many times had he heard that from people that were definitely doing something wrong? And even more so, he didn’t even know this guy. There was no reason to actually trust him with anything. “I can’t trust you. I don’t even know you. You’re asking for a lot of trust after blatantly killing someone in front of me.”
At this point he had seen a few too many people die, though at least with this one it wasn’t anything personal. The fact remained though. Barry was a CSI. He worked with the law. He worked with law enforcement. He couldn’t cover this up. And he refused to lie. “A deal? What kind of person do you think I- actually don’t answer that. I get the feeling it’s not a good one. But you’re mistaken if you think that I make deals with killers. Nice try.”
Sure, yeah. Yep. He was definitely making some solid points there. Points Roy couldn’t really disagree with without sounding completely illogical. Maybe he’d have to charm his way out of this instead. ( Somehow. ) “ Technically, I didn’t do it in front of you. You just happened to walk this way after it had happened. ” He knew he wasn’t wrong there. Wasn’t as if he could really make that part up. Offering a hopeful smile, Roy blew his hair out of his face as he watched the other. It was pretty hard to tell if he was making any progress here or not.
Inhaling sharply at the dreaded k-word, Roy wrinkled his nose in silent disagreement. Whilst he couldn’t exactly deny that that was, undoubtedly, the most fitting nickname for him right now, it didn’t mean he enjoyed hearing it. “ Look, man. I’m not a bad guy. I’m sure you’ve heard that one a dozen times over. But I swear, I’m not. Just doing my part. ”
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thehccd:
“WATCH it, roy.” he warns when he sees the confused expression, “your face’ll get stuck like that,” maybe you don’t expect to hear that level of teasing come from a man in a bunch of leather who is pointing a gun at you, but here jason todd is snarking at roy harper. he can tell that the redhead is trying his damnedest to figure out who he is under the hood. it’s funny, a few different people at this point had figured it out or he’d admitted it. but roy has no real reason to be the one who knows. he’d only ever known him as the second robin, as dick’s kid brother. and really – truly, had dick ever even thought of him like that? probably not. another step forward and he knows – jason’s a warrior, he’s been trained not only by bruce wayne himself, but by talia too. he knows how to fight better then most. but he also knows that a bow in this close of a situation is not where you want to be. who knows though maybe roy’s gotten good at fighting. it doesn’t matter, jason is cocky enough to know – not think – but know that he’ll be the stronger fighter. “do i make you nervous?” he asks, and it’s funny to him. there’s something in his tone that clearly portrays how much of a joke he thinks this is. how the question he just asks delights him to no end.
jason turns the gun towards the dead body and fires off a round into his chest. “now he thinks i’ve pulled you into my agenda. ta-da!” he yells, and he’s being extra dramatic. he’s nothing if not a showman. okay when did he become a showman? he’s not a showman he’s a showoff. he’s trying to somehow draw roy in further. “i actually missed most of my teenage years, i went out at fifteen and a hop, skip and a jump later i’m twenty-two! can you believe that? and actually speaking of that, next time it happens i want like a mahogany box. no pine.” he’s dropping more hints now, after all once you admit you have a connection to batman and you’ve died jason’s pretty sure you become maybe one of two people at the most. “they aren’t random, the people i’ve been killing. all of them are known associates of a criminal who somehow manages to still breathe despite all the terrible shit he’s done. and i gotta admit, i really really wanna kill him. but first, i’m throwing my own welcome back party.” there’s something about roy, maybe it was the fact that he now killed too that made jason more willing to talk to him. maybe it was the fact that he seemed different. he didn’t know for sure. whatever it is, jason slides the gun back in the holster, he knows he can fight if roy pulls the bow on him. further – it doesn’t actually seem to be working on roy the way it does other people. “just talk it through? hey bats, why didn’t you get revenge for me? i wasn’t worth breaking your golden rule? nice.” the sarcasm drips from his voice, he’s given roy so many hints at this point that he’s basically given his name. maybe that’s why he removes the mask. and when he does the curls flop forward, before he’s using the hand not holding the hood to push them out of his eyes. “that enough of a hint?” he asks, and without the hearing aid from the hood – without a hearing aid at all it comes out differently less confidently, though you’d never know from the never ending amount of confidence jason todd throws off.
“ Nervous? ” If you were to listen close enough, you’d detect the hint of apprehension that creeps into the very edges of Roy’s voice. To most folk, he sounds like his usual self. Amused and almost irritatingly cocky. He arches an eyebrow as he allows both hands to drop, soon folding his arms across his chest with a scoff. Part of him hopes this act will draw to a close soon, he really wanted to get back and shower so that all he had to worry about for the night was passing out and enjoying some peace and quiet for at least a few hours. The way the questioned had been asked was obviously in some sort of mocking tone, as if the other was trying to bait him. Somehow get a rise out of him. Just like he used to do with Ollie in their early days. Hell, he was practically the master of that technique. “ Not in the slightest, little red arms dealer. Just wondering why you picked me to interrogate out of all the oddballs in this city. Gotham’s, like, the prime location for late-night freaks, right? I mean that in the nicest way possible. Obviously. ”
Roy’s previously chipper disposition once again falters for a moment as he watches the body twitch with each bullet fired at it. There were worse ways for partnerships to begin. He doubted they could get much worse than this, but it was important to look on the bright side. In some ways, this was kind of like a party bag. Always a surprise! ( Except there’s no surprise and Roy doesn’t even have a name for this person. It’s nothing like a party bag. ) If he could suffer whiplash from conversations, Roy was certain his neck would be in a brace for the next six months at the very minimum right now. Redirecting his gaze to the trigger-happy stranger before him, he feels his gut twist uncomfortably as the cold grip of realization dawns upon him. ( Someone who had died at such a tender age only to seemingly be back after working with Batman? C’mon, Roy. Light bulb moment time. ) He feels his jaw drop before any noise can come out, brow furrowing in shock and confusion. He could still remember being told about Jason’s death. How torn up Dick had been about it. Roy had spent that night drinking to try and drown out such a heavy feeling of loss within their social circles. He’d hardly met Jason, give or take a couple of times in passing, but a loss was a loss. It was felt by many. Anything else the stranger-- no, Jason says to him blends into one massive blur. It feels as if the universe is really trying to fuck with him for popping a couple of arrows into the corpse’s body beside them both. Which, under normal circumstances, he’d get. But this? This was too far.
The world stops spinning as he watches Jason remove the hood with practiced ease, but it doesn’t make things any easier. If anything, it leaves Roy with a dozen more questions than he had in the first place. Taking a shaky breath, Roy tried to make sense of the situation. ( Because this was totally normal. ) At first, he gives a brief nod, eyes darting between Jason’s face at the ground. It takes a moment or two for his brain and tongue to connect. “ You’re alive. Like, for real. Jason Todd is alive. ” It’s less of a questioning statement and more of a mantra to reassure himself that, no, this is not another confusing nightmare. By some strange twist of fate, this is happening. “ ... You’re just as cocky as I thought you’d be. Y’know, now that we’ve had an actual conversation. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#➶ –– int. jason.#[ i...... didn't mean to write this much i SWEAR i don't know what happened ]#[ tag yourself i'm roy trying to play it cool despite freaking out internally ]#death tw#gun tw#alcohol tw#violence tw#[ i think that's everything! if i've missed something lmk! ]
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xoxosuperman:
Continued from here
Clark smiled at the kid before he knocked the guy still caught in his grasp flying back into three of his cronies. “Sorry.” He replied as he caught a grenade and contained its detonation in his hand. “I’ll make sure bring some fireworks next time.” The three on the ground were already knocked out, but the rest still did not seem to get the point, so Clark grabbed the closest and threw him into the pile, for further emphasis. The impact wasn’t enough to knoch the robber out, but he groaned and decided to stay down anyways. Smart.
“Thanks by the way,” Clark told the kid. “That’s some mighty fine shooting you’re doing there.” He was clearly not just another concerned citizen from down the block. The way he moved was way to praticed, too skilled for this to have been his rodeo. Clark wondered if he was another vigilante like Bruce and co.
Chuckling at the comment amidst the madness, Roy made a mental note to hold him to such an offer some other time. Now that would be a sight to see. Shooting a few various arrows into the fight to help the other as best he could from a distance ( unsurprisingly, it’s often where he worked best ) with a pleased hum, Roy watched the older male’s techniques in admiration. ( You’re never too old to have idols, right? )
The compliment brought a bright smile to Roy’s face as he tidied everything away, the adrenaline still flooding through him. It’d been a while since he’d enjoyed a scrap that much. “ Anytime. Figured it’d kinda suck to have to take on that many jackasses at once. Thanks for giving me the head start. ” For a moment, he’s bashful. Compliments were something he’d always managed to take in his stride but for some reason, when it’s Superman complimenting him, he feels speechless. Maybe for the first time in his life. “ You’re not half bad yourself, big blue. Must be those big, beefy arms of yours. ”
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thehccd:
ROY smiles at him and jason’s first instinct is to knock the smile off of his face. this isn’t a joke. but the comment of speedy gets a reaction even if it’s just the brows. jason watches closely, waiting for the right moment to make another comment. “i’m not your buddy, harper.” though he would never out someone else as a hero, he knows they are alone. and to be fair, he’s mostly saying it to just mess with roy. jason doesn’t actually care that much, sure he doesn’t want to be blamed for this random death but as far he knew roy hadn’t killed before so he assumes that this is some sort of new thing and must have some good reason. “you know, the person with the gun usually steers the conversation, so you expecting me to do any explaining is pretty ballsy.” but he let’s roy talk. he keeps the gun up, his hands don’t shake but his finger doesn’t rest on the trigger. it rests on the safety.
jason takes another step forward, he smirks under the hood. this game of chicken they are playing, that roy might not even be aware of is kind of fun. he was to prove that he’s the tougher person. as if it matters if he can force roy to take steps back. he’s been studying roy’s face the whole time searching for a moment of realization – not that he thinks roy of all people would figure him out. dick or bruce, and barbara, they are the only ones he thinks could do it. farid if he was out on the field, or maybe farid already knew as soon as he rolled up with the bat on his chest. he’s unsure. “it’s not the only cute thing about me,” he fake flirts but his tone is pure deadpan – but raises the hand that the gun isn’t in up to his face as if roy knew what was under the mask. he winks, (which is pointless when you wear a mask that hides your whole face), “specific number but specific bodies, i was aiming for fifteen all associated with someone else. you ruined my pattern,” jason makes a noise that can only be described as pfft, when roy tells him that batman won’t be pleased. “believe it or not, upsetting him was the goal here.” he studies roy again, “you asked then you answered your own question,” jay replies, because why would he explain all of this to roy harper of all people? “we have a past, so i wear the bat to piss him off, you know normal stuff.” he shrugs, as if a duh should be added to the end of that statement.
The mention of his surname encourages yet another mildly confused expression to form on Roy’s face. This wasn’t adding up. This guy was clearly one of the dozen kids that Bruce had swept up along the way, judging by the symbol. So he should know exactly who it was that was taunting him so mercilessly. ( C’mon, Roy. Think. ) Tim wouldn’t be this dramatic, so that cancels him out. Damian would’ve gone for his ankles by now if it were him. Dick wasn’t even a possibility. The only brother left for Roy to think of was... Jason. But that would be impossible. Now he was just back at square one. ( Ugh. ) He’s dragged from his thoughts as the stranger ( emphasis on that nickname now ) takes yet another step closer. There’s something about the invasion of personal space that doesn’t really sit well with him. Keeping his gaze trained on the person before him, Roy remains in place, two fingers curling around the bow behind him. This kind of close-range wasn’t exactly his area of expertise, but if all else failed, at least he’d get a good punch in if it came to it.
Despite the nagging sensation in his gut that he should leave, ( Get out of the area. Recover for the night. ) Roy finds himself almost transfixed by the other, his amused smile soon returning as he listens to the hooded figure speak. There’s almost something endearing about him. ( Almost. ) “ Don’t you think the big bad Bat’s gonna be able to tell that you didn’t do this? ” Gesturing lazily with his free hand to the body laying close to them both, Roy offers a shrug of his shoulders. “ You’re packing firearms. That was clearly done with an arrow. I think he’ll be able to add everything up. ” Roy’s smile falters momentarily as news of the stranger’s past with Bruce is brought to light. Maybe this wasn’t one of the many adoptees. Batman had managed to piss off more than a few people over the years. Although, that didn’t exactly narrow down Roy’s list of potential suspects. “ So, what? This is your teenage rebellion phase? Wear the symbol, kill a few randoms and... what? Get Batman all fired up? Look, take it from someone that made their teenage years hell for their guardian inadvertently. Just talk stuff through with him. All this bravado? It won’t help anything. ” Allowing his voice to trail off, Roy wondered at what point he designated himself as the street therapist. Now probably wasn’t the time. Besides, the gun was still trained on him. “ You know who I am. We’ve established that. You wanna gimme a hint as to who you are? The suspense is killing me. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#➶ –– int. jason.#[ you're too good for this world i'm going to WEEP......... thank you for letting me ramble at you ]#[ i mean i've rambled again here sO......... a pattern is coming methinks ]#death tw#gun tw
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❝ Hm. Interesting. ❞
The muscles of Isaiah’s face pull a little as the corners of his mouth shift down into the slightest hint of a FROWN. He knows the headline is written SPECIFICALLY to draw a reaction, positive or negative, meant to entice the person to read the whole article & then some.
It’s the MEDIA, after all.
❝ How much of THAT do you think is actually TRUE ? ❞
Scanning his gaze slowly over the headline in question, Roy gives a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. He’d only come here to get his first coffee of the day. His brain wasn’t a fan of cooperating without the help of caffeine. Readjusting the brim of his cap, he offers a hum as he picks his words carefully. “ Not even five percent. Most of the stuff in there is sensationalized garbage ninety-percent of the time. Guess they’ll say anything for sales nowadays, huh? ”
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thehccd:
HE reads as cocky, but jason knows this is SPEEDY or well, arsenal? at least that’s what the internet had informed him of. but roy harper reads as cocky, they’d barely known each other after all, roy’d been running with dick when jay was robin and it’s not like the two brothers spent much time together. so, jason’s pretty sure his opinion of arsenal is right, but for all he knows he could’ve missed something. “wait – speedy kills now?” he uses the old name on purpose, a hand comes up to rest against his mask and if he could make an o shaped mouth at roy he would. the hand on the side of the mask gives off the impression of that though. “you come to my city and steal my gig?” a hand moves to the gun on his hip. he’s not about to kill roy harper. he is however going to give the impression that he’s considering it. the bat on his chest sits proud as he steps closer to the red head. “because stealing my thing is something i need to worry about, like if you are gonna run around doing my thing bats is gonna just add them to my body count and i’m working on a specific number for him so this doesn’t really work with my plan.” the gun gets taken out of the holster, as he holds it towards roy’s chest.
The general dramatics of the stranger had brought a smile to Roy’s face. He was well-aware of the kinds of people that tended to dwell within Gotham’s pit of despair, yet this guy seemed to have crawled out from its grip mostly unscathed. At least, if first impressions were anything to go by, he had. Only time would be able to tell if such an assessment were true. His brow furrows at the mention of his old moniker, emerald eyes narrowing from behind his domino mask. Was this someone he knew? Only a select few knew him by that title. And all those that did, knew he no longer wished to be associated with it. It was Mia’s legacy now. Listening to the other’s speech out of sheer curiosity at this point, his brow rose in muted surprise as the gun on the stranger’s ( if that term even fit ) hip suddenly became the main attraction of their improvised sideshow. “ Oookay, buddy, ” He starts off with a friendly tone, not wanting to immediately irritate the guy with a gun straight off the bat. “ I’m gonna need you to do some explaining before we take this conversation elsewhere. ”
His voice trails off as the hooded figure takes a step closer. He stands tall, not willing to be the first one to take a step backwards. If they had to square up, so be it. His gaze drops to the emblem sitting proudly upon the other’s chest, jaw tightening as he frantically searched through his memories for any members of Bruce’s never-ending brood wearing that kind of symbol. Unsurprisingly, he came up blank. “ It’s cute that you’ve got a little project going.” ( Conversations such as this required minimal quipping, Harper. Focus. ) He shifts from foot to foot, one hand moving behind his back to ready himself for a quick draw of his bow should things turn south. “ But you should be thanking me. Technically, I’ve helped you reach your specific number. ” Pausing for a moment, Roy’s gaze flickered back up to stare at the hood before him questioningly. “ Batman won’t be pleased to find a mountain of bodies hand-delivered to his doorstep, y’know. They’re no bouquet of roses. ” The sight of the gun being raised causes Roy to, once again, reassess the severity of the current situation. This guy clearly wasn’t in the mood to mess around tonight. “ What’s your deal with him, anyway? If you’re sporting the symbol, you’ve got a connection. I’ve learned that much over the years. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#➶ –– int. jason.#[ i love ONE (1) dramatic boy with ALL my tiny gay heart ]#[ pls don't worry about matching length i got SUPER carried away here DGHSFG ]#death tw#gun tw
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There were a few things wrong with this situation. The dead body was just the tip of the iceberg apparently. And okay, Barry wasn’t exactly honest himself. It wasn’t as if he admitted to this guy that he was just the CSI for the CCPD. Not an actual officer. “You were hired to kill someone? That just…well it completely goes against the rule of law in this country. You do know that right?” He heard of hitmen and all that, but he’d never been face to face with anyone who did that. Not that it was a good enough excuse. At least not to Barry. He held the document up and scanned through it quickly, trying to see if there was anything this guy might have missed. And even without that… “and for the record? We usually like to bring in criminals alive. You know, actually prosecute and have them serve their time. This?” He gestured at the body before them. “This isn’t justice. This is you carrying out a sentence without the law involved.” His lips curled down into a frown, disturbed more with how confident and smug this guy was. “Paperwork is the least of your problem here. Who hired you?”
Pulling a face at Barry’s continuous mentions of the law, Roy patiently waited for the lecture to end before offering his side of the debate. ( If he could even call it that. Morally, he didn’t have the upper hand here whatsoever. ) “ Sometimes the law doesn’t do enough. Sometimes you’ve gotta take matters into your own hands, y’know? I mean, sure, this definitely isn’t the most glamorous way to do it but it’s effective. ” The frown that followed the other’s words alerted Roy to the genuine severity of the situation. He should probably reel in the sarcasm a little. “ That’s confidential, I’m afraid. ‘m sure you understand that. I’d tell you if I could but it’s kind of a sensitive issue. You’ll just have to trust me. ” Logically speaking, there was little chance of Roy making it out of this unscathed. Perhaps he had gotten a little too cocky over the past few months. Work had been steadily rolling in without a hitch. This kind of situation had been long-awaited, really. “ We could strike a deal, if that’s more your style. ”
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owracle:
Whenever Barbara goes out at night, most of the time, trouble seemed to always find her when all she wanted was a cup of coffee. She was not exactly involved nor she had witnessed it but she had questions. Barbara couldn’t exactly just turn the other cheek and pretend that she was not seeing what she was seeing. There was a dead body and who lot of possible stories behind it but she knew there was only one truth about it and the archer seemed to be the only one who knew about it. “ It’s definitely none of my business but hmm, what the hell? ” There was no judgment on her tone, just a solid mix of curiosity and confusion.
Her eyes laid on body, trying to see for any sign of life, on the look for a shallow rise of the chest as it raggedly took some oxygen but just like her previous guess, that one was gone. “ Looks pretty dead to me. What happened?“ She asked as she looked back at him, her gaze hit him with an obvious desire to know more.
“ He had a lot of enemies. ” Roy’s tone borders on simplistic, as if he was discussing something as pleasant as the weather. An accompanying shrug soon follows suit as his gaze drops to the body laying before them both. ( Way to make a first impression, Harper. ) “ One of them hired me to take care of him. That’s the basics of it, really. ” Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Roy rested his hands in his lap as his gaze travelled back up to meet her own again. “ If he’s in the way, let me know. I’m planning on moving him soon. Leaving him there is only cause more problems. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#➶ –– int. barbara.#[ DGHSJFD it's cool no worries!! fresh starts are always fun we can toy around with ideas any time! ]#[ sorry it's so short!! my brain isn't cooperating tonight apparently hmf ]#death tw
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xbarryxallen:
Barry was the kind of person who tried to give people the benefit of the doubt. Really he was. He had taken a lot longer to consider that his mentor was the Reverse Flash than some of his friends had. As the Flash he had learned that things could be very different from the way they appeared. Still, a guy sitting there smugly with a dead body in the middle of a city…well it didn’t exactly suggest anything good. “Considering you’re some guy with a body out here…it kinda is what it looks like.” And though Barry wasn’t in his uniform in that moment, he still couldn’t ignore what he was seeing. “And I hate to tell you this, but I work for the Central City Police Department. I can’t ignore something like this. So…sorry but I’m going to worry about it. And preferably bring you in.”
Staring blankly at the other for a moment, it took Roy a moment to fully realise the severity of the new situation, head still cocked to the side. “ Okay, yeah. That’s fair. Under normal circumstances. ” Reaching into his back pocket, Roy fumbled for a moment or two as he blindly searched for his metaphorical get-out-of-jail-free card. Tugging a document loose with a smile, Roy held it out for the other to take, drumming his heels against the wall in an almost rhythmic fashion. “ But I think you’ll find, officer, that these circumstances are pretty out of the ordinary. I was hired to take care of this guy. Can’t say who by. But Mr. Jeremiah here has been a plague to you guys for a while, right? ‘m sure I read something in his file about a few pesky breakouts and various other villainous wrongdoings. ” Roy’s smile widened into a grin as he pushed himself down off of the wall. “ Technically, I did your job for you. Or, at least, the interesting bit. I’m gonna have to pass if you want me to do the paperwork, though. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#➶ –– int. barry.#[ excuse the basic as fuck criminal name gfhdjfd my brain was giving me NOTHING to work with here ]#death tw
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@notspeedy
So, it’s pretty common knowledge that Metropolis has one of the lowest crime rates in the country thanks to him. And that’s nice and all, but the thing was, thanks to him, anyone who actually considered going through with a crime always made sure to bring out the big guns nowadays so when crime struck, it struck spectacularly. His only consolation to the fact was that the Metropolis citizens in turn had gotten really proactive about crime prevention and protecting each other when the messes went down.
Take the kid in the red today, shooting arrows at a bunch of plasma cannon armed bank robbers. Clark was fairly sure he’s never seen him before, but he was hardly the first citizen here to have jumped into harm way to help others without any powers. The police were hollaring at him to get to safety as they rushed away bistanders and barraded the place, but the kid was surprisingly nimble in effective in his takedown of the shooters.
Still, one shot from those things was probably all it’ll take to lay the kid up in the hospital for a month if not worse. So Clark dove in and disarmed the guns on the shooters before things could escalate further. This shocked the robbers for about two seconds, then the typical annoyance set in and the closest one pulled out an electric baton and swung it at him. Clark sighed as he caught the weapon with ease.
“You know you’re just dragging this out for everyone right?” He told the guy as he crushed the baton, sending sparks flying. “Please just give up so they can go home.”
just how he’d gotten himself into this situation, roy couldn’t exactly remember. he liked to think of himself as nothing more than a tourist in metropolis when he visited. ( an innocent moniker at best. ) despite his simple wishes for a day of peace, he found himself at the forefront of what could only be described as a monumental problem, bow in hand within seconds. he didn’t consider a hero by any means. not anymore. occasional helper to the people, maybe. at a stretch. with every arrow that flew towards the main source ( read: multiple sources ), roy tried to keep the bouts of doubt in his mind at bay. they just didn’t seem to take any damage, no matter what kind of arrow he directed their way. the sudden arrival of the one guy he’d heard so much about sent roy’s mind into momentary shutdown, mouth moving silently as he tried to find the words to express the excitement in his mind. ( this really didn’t feel real now. ) “ i was expecting a more dramatic entrance from you, y’know. you’ve got a reputation to uphold. ”
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smug wasn’t often an emotion roy would say he felt. proud, sure, when the moment called for it, but smug? it was rare. this time, however, he felt as if he’d earned the right to bask in his smugness. after taking a few contract jobs in gotham to help out a few acquaintances pay off at least some of his new apartment’s rent for the next few months, he’d rewarded himself with a break, checking in on the justice league’s most recent happenings ( their system was ridiculously difficult to hack into but, hell, he was determined ), he’d been keeping tabs on them for a while now out of sheer curiosity getting the better of him. ( that, and having too much time on his hands now and then. ) hoisting himself up upon the nearest wall to rest after a taxing evening of finishing up on his most recent job, he whistled a quiet tune to himself as he scrolled through the notifications on his phone screen, brow furrowing as new information from the league cropped up. his whistling trailed off as he noticed the other’s presence, a small smile tugging at his lips as his gaze lifted to meet the stranger’s own, head cocking to the side in an almost playful fashion. “ i would say that this–– ” he paused to gesture to the ( now very deceased ) target on the ground before him. “ isn’t what it looks like. but we both know it pretty much is. it’s nothing you’ve gotta worry about, i swear. ”
#➶ –– interactions !#united open starter#[ this is mediocre at BEST but i wanted to churn something out for everyone as i've been seriously slacking !! i apologise FGHSJ ]
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–– task one.
STATUS: complete !
BASICS.
given / birth name: roy william harper jr.
nickname / preferred name: roy / roytoy.
alias(es): speedy, arsenal, red arrow.
birthdate / age: november 1st / twenty-five.
place of birth: united states. no exact whereabouts known.
current location: no fixed address, travelling between here, there and everywhere. wherever a job takes him. with his current observation of what’s going on with the jl, he’s mainly between nyc and gotham.
gender identity: cisgender male (he/him)
sexual / romantic orientation: biromantic / bisexual.
ethnicity / race / cultural heritage: caucasian. rasied as a traditional navajo and treated as a member of the tachini tribe by brave bow.
marital status: single.
occupation: mercenary.
religious beliefs: due to his upbringing, roy shares the same beliefs as the navajo. navajo spiritual practice is about restoring balance and harmony to a person's life to produce health.
CHARACTERISTICS.
height: 6’0. ( i’m ignoring canon telling me he’s 5’11. no he is not, dc. you’re all liars. )
weight: 195 lbs.
body type / build: relatively slim despite the muscle. he can eat anything and doesn’t seem to gain weight, which he can be pretty smug about from time to time. he’s like a stringbean but with added muscle basically.
eye color: emerald green.
hair color / texture: red, on the lighter side. surprisingly soft, despite being shoved under a hat so often. he’s growing it out for now, more to his n52 length. ( he looks cute okay just hear me out !! )
recognizable features / scars: armband tattoo on his right bicep symbolizing his belonging within the navajo nation, a few nondescript tattoos on his forearm ( red arrow, horizontal ) and chest ( date of his sobriety –– a year in –– in roman numerals. ) he only remembers getting the one on his chest, the forearm one's a mystery to him. he also has six bullet wound scars on his chest and a surgical scar running the length of his sternum.
speech patterns / accent: uses a lot of fillers ( uh, um etc. ) has a terrible habit of starting a sentence and not finishing it. sometimes he’ll do it on purpose if he knows it annoys people just because it’s amusing to him. general american accent.
languages spoken: english, diné / navajo.
powers / skills / abilities: archery ( he’s a marksman of incredible accuracy ), firearms, martial arts ( thanks to training from dinah and ollie ), investigation ( he possesses keen analytic skills and deductive ability ), he used to be a drummer in a band ( great frog...... name a more iconic band i dare you ), can use a wide range of weaponry and has strong leadership skills from experience of leading the titans and outsiders for a period of time.
overall health: since recovering from his heroin addiction, he’s been in good health. he makes a conscious effort to stay active and socialise. his mental health is better than it was but he still has off-days when he’ll isolate himself and coop himself up until it passes.
RELATIONSHIPS.
order of birth: first born / only child in terms of biological family.
number of siblings: one. not biologically related. mia dearden kinda counts so i’m putting her here too.
father’s status + relationship: deceased. he passed when roy was around two/three, so it’s hard to say. he adored roy wholeheartedly though, i’m sure of it. ( how can anyone not, honestly? ) his relationship with oliver queen is somewhat tense as per usual, but roy still looks up to him as a mentor and father figure. brave bow helped roy sharpen his archery skills and abilities as a talented marksman, which he’s eternally grateful for.
mother’s status + relationship: deceased. died during childbirth.
sibling status + relationship: roy sees connor as a brother and holds him in high regard. mia is like family to him too, he’s protective over her. a good older brother!
loyalty / affiliation: team arrow.
PERSONALITY.
MBTI: ENFJ
hobbies: inventing a wide range of arrows for all situations simply because he can, video games of any description ( hey gamers ), reading ( whenever he gets the time ), helping out at soup kitchens, drumming now and then ( he doesn’t wanna get rusty but there never seems to be much time nowadays ), working out ( helps keep his mind busy as well as his body! It’s a win/win. )
bad habits: going days without sleep voluntarily due to getting too into a project in one of his various workshops, acting on emotions rather than logic if the situation strikes a nerve, smoking when stressed.
three positive traits: dependable, trustworthy, shows initiative
three negative traits: impulsive, cocky, self-doubting.
moral alignment: chaotic good.
ASSOCIATIONS.
one song: i wanna get better — bleachers.
one fear: disappointing those closest to him + relapsing. ( the two are practically synonymous for him. )
one strength: his trust in others.
one object: his dorky trucker hat(s). dweeb.
one place: the reservation he grew up upon.
one food: he’s a sucker for cheeseburgers of any kind. your typical fast food fan.
one scent: gasoline.
one lucky charm: a faded photograph of him and dinah from when they first met. ( hello gap-toothed roy. ) he keeps it framed in his wallet.
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–– 𝚁𝙾𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝚁, 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁.
( aka howdy folks! i’m cee and i’ll be writing everybody’s favourite walking disaster otherwise known as roy harper ! here’s one hell of a hot mess of an intro post. )
okay so hello hello everyone!! i can already warn you all that this will be ramble-y and i apologise profusely in advance for that. i’ll be mixing elements of n52 and pre52 into my portrayal of roy! i will be making a few changes here and there to his backstory n past struggles with details from the good ol’ pre52 times, such as his addiction history. ( aka he’ll have had his heroin addiction rather than an alcohol addiction because What The Fuck Lobdell Addictions Are Not Interchangeable You Wild Man. ) when it comes to roy’s personality, he will have his more positive outlook on life that he has in the n52, but he will not be dumbed down to the almost shocking level he’s been reduced to in his rhato run. ( don’t get me wrong, i adore the series! but roy is better than what lobdell has given us. can you hear me sharpening my knives yet. ) because i’ve been blessed with the level of power only dc writers usually have, roy’s timeline here will be an accumulation of all sorts. i’ll stop rambling and get on with the show!
also !! if you’re the mun of any of the characters i’ve mentioned below and would like to plot a flashback around anything or would be interested in having me change some of the details, feel free to message me either here or on discord and we can plan some things! i’m always down! :+) ( just ignore how nervous i can get around new people !! )
trigger warnings for: mentions of death, drug use/addiction and abuse.
when roy was very young, his father, a forest ranger, died in a forest fire on a navajo reservation. roy was then consequently taken in by a navajo medicine man named brave bow in return for roy’s father saving his life. it was under brave bow’s wing that roy began to practice archery and marksmanship.
as he grew older and his skills grew with each passing day, roy came to idolise another archer who, essentially, was a modern day robin hood in terms of his methods and beliefs. ( hi there, ollie. ) in a desperate attempt to prove himself to the green arrow, roy entered an archery competition being held relatively close to the reservation.
despite losing the competition, oliver recognised the talent and determination within the young boy and took him under his wing to act as his partner. ( and so, the nickname speedy was born! roy picked it solely because he was faster than ollie. that’s it. that’s all there is to it. bless this dork’s heart. )
following the events of brave bow’s death, roy officially became oliver’s ward.
after some time of working with ollie, roy felt the need for independence and a change and so joined the teen titans.
for some time, things were going well for roy. the teen titans were going strong as a group and he had begun a relationship with donna troy. however, things failed to continue going so smoothly. roy and donna broke up and the team disbanded. along with oliver neglecting roy at the time due to losing his fortune. it was at this point that roy began using heroin, to which he would soon become addicted.
when oliver discovered roy’s habit, he flew into a rage. unable to see through his anger, he lashed out at roy, physically hitting him before kicking him out, leaving roy homeless and alone in the world.
roy eventually find solace in an abandoned apartment and remained there for a short amount of time before he was found by hal jordan.
concerned for roy’s safety and well-being, hal suggested taking roy to rehab but roy refused, saying he wished to kick the habit himself so that he could prove to oliver that he was just as strong as he was and so that he could rub it in oliver’s face. reluctantly, hal respected roy’s wishes and took him to dinah lance, oliver’s girlfriend at the time, so that he had somewhere safe to stay whilst going through withdrawals.
( wiggles my tiny hands in the fashion of jazz hands –– this is where i’m gonna alter his backstory a little to encourage growth and development within the group !! )
after getting clean and staying sober for well over a year, roy vowed to find his independence with a newfound ferocity. reclaiming the alias of arsenal, he’s currently juggling the direction of his life between mercenary and vigilante ( the line can’t get much thinner ) to pass the time, traveling from place to place or wherever his contract requires. despite having enough work to reach up to his eyeballs, roy still feels as if he’s lacking something. i guess you could say he’s just here for a good time for now. wink.
#united intro#➶ –– headcanon !#[ this got... como se dice... lengthy ]#[ if anyone would like to plot or anything pls don't hesitate to send an im or message me on discord !! ]#[ i'm just gonna sit back and pretend i'm not SUPER intimidated by everyone gfdhjdfh YIKES @ me ]#[ me: posts this me: runS FOR THE HILLS ]
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