Who: Roy and Open What: Roy's out putting dealers in their place Where: Streets of NYC When: Night of April 15 Status: In Progress (Narrative if no one tags in) Rating: Medium for mentions of violence and drug use
The day had started off as a good one. It hadn't been until he had gotten to the rehab center he helped out at that the day had gone downhill. One of the kids there had been found dead in her room with a needle in her arm. Anyone seeing it first hand knew it was an overdose. But Roy was taking it personally. Chloe had been clean a full year and had left her boyfriend who had gotten her addicted to drugs. She had even gotten a fairly good job to support herself. But Roy knew her boyfriend's type. Abusive. Controlling. Didn't handle rejection well. And even if she had broken it off Roy knew that Chloe still loved him.
So after telling the police all he knew, and the cops not doing a damn thing about it (because there was no signs of her being forced to take the heroin), Roy knew it would be up to him to get justice for Chloe.
Which meant that night Roy donned his gear and headed out onto the streets. It didn't take him long to find the boyfriend. He was standing on a street corner and selling the heroin. Behind the red mask Roy's eyes narrowed coldly. Waiting until he was alone, Arsenal struck, firing an arrow into the man's hand before swinging down and slamming his foot into the man's knee, shattering it. Before he could fall Roy had grabbed the man and slammed him into the wall as hard as he could.
"She had been clean for a year until today you bastard!" he snarled.
"You broke my le-"
"You don't get to talk!" Roy snarled, slamming the man's head into the wall to shut him up. "She could have made it! Could have had a good life but you took that away from her with that crap you're selling!"
"No one leaves me!"
"She's dead!"
"Bitch deserved to die for leaving me."
Roy shook in rage at the words and his hands flexed on the man's shirt, wanting to take an arrow out and stab him through the heart. "You are going to confess to selling Chloe too pure a bag of heroin to kill her."
"Like hell."
Roy moved quickly and slammed an arrow into the man's leg and held it there. "Now you have a choice," he said, his voice eerily calm. "You can confess to the truth and I take you to the hospital with the arrow in your leg where they'll safely take out the arrow and make sure you don't die. Or I take you to the police station without the arrow plugging the wound and you bleed out on the street. Choose."
"Y...you're crazy!"
"No. Just a pissed off mask whose tired of pricks like you beating people down and keeping them down with drugs. Choose."
"I killed her okay! She left me and made me look like an ass in front of my crew! So I gave Chloe the heroin and duped her into thinking she'd get the high without the side effects!"
Roy clicked off the tape recorder before putting his elbow to the man's head and dropping him. Leaving the arrow in his leg, Roy hefted the man up and carried him to the nearest hospital before dropping him outside of the ER doors with the recorded confession. He stood on the building opposite the hospital and watched as the man was found and wheeled away.
Roy bowed his head though and closed his eyes, his grip tight on his bow. "I'm sorry Chloe," he whispered quietly.