Roy Harper has both arms (redarrow_harper) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-08 22:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dick grayson (nightwing), roy harper (red arrow) |
Who: Roy Harper and Dick Grayson
What: Some goons try to make trouble for Dick
When: Backdated: Early May; Before Hellmouth
Where: Out on the streets
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Being a single father meant that Roy spent the majority of his time, when he wasn’t working, with his daughter and he didn’t mind that at all, to be honest. He loved his daughter and in no way resented that he’d had to give up so much of the last couple of years to raise her, but every now and then Roy needed some time to himself, so he had called Lian’s babysitter and got her to come over for a couple of hours so Roy could grab a drink. He had thought about asking Buffy if she’d wanted to come too, but he decided to spend this night on his own and give her a call that weekend.
He was heading towards the bar he usual went to when he heard voices nearby. They sounded angry and while he knew that he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but follow them to see if anyone was in trouble. It was the superhero in him.
This was how he spent his nights. Dick really needed to learn to call Zee a bit more often. Honestly he’d thought about it earlier in the day, but he was something of a workaholic. When he was asked to cover a third shift he couldn’t help but say yes and damned his upbringing for work ethics. It really had prevented him from getting to know anybody very well. Whether that was entirely the work or not had yet to be determined-but that was his excuse anyway.
Tonight however he was really questioning his judgement. He could have just left well enough alone when he saw these suits leaving a small hole in the wall bar in the back alley behind them and yet there he was. Smack dab in the middle of another mafia argument. These men wore the very same tattoos as the men who had tortured and killed him not long ago. Dick couldn’t just leave them.
“You were supposed to be rotting in jail.” He seethed at the first man who only smirked an ugly yellow toothed smirk. “And you were supposed to be six feet under. Guess we’ve both got some catching up to do.” He mused cruelly, Dick tightened a hand into a fist. He had a gun, but he really really didn’t enjoy using it.
As Roy got closer, he recognized Dick’s voice almost instantly. After all, why shouldn’t he? The other man was only his best friend. In the dreams anyway. He was getting really tired of waiting for Dick to dream about knowing him, but he would wait if he had to. As he got closer, he spotted Dick talking to some other men and Roy immediately knew that this was not a good situation.
“Dick, are you causing trouble again?” Yes, the situation might not have been a good one, but Roy still couldn’t be serious. It was the same way in the dreams too.
Ice blue eyes turned on Roy, pulling away from the suited men. A huff of annoyed air escaping his lips at the comment. “It’s not always my fault you know.” An air of familiarity to his tone that caused the men confusion and a little annoyance as the attention was pulled away from them.
“This really isn’t a great time though so..” He tried to spare Roy the confrontation he knew was about to happen judging by the uptight men in front of him. Judging by the fact that he wanted confrontation tonight. These guys were asking for it. They’d tortured him, they’d killed him. There was a certain danger to his eyes when he looked at his new friend that wasn’t one that danced on the thin line of sanity. These guys deserved any amount of trouble they were going to get with him tonight.
The banter felt familiar, like that in the dreams and Roy couldn’t help but smile a little, “Well if you aren’t causing trouble then I’m guessing that these nice fellas started it.” In the dreams, Roy and Dick had taken down bad guys together quite often and in some ways this felt like that, “Anything I can help with?” It was times like this that Roy wished he had one of his guns from the dreams. He still liked his bow and arrow better, but he had some pretty sweet weapons as Arsenal too. “I’m free for the time being.”
Dick didn’t feel the familiarity but it seemed his new friend wasn’t about to just leave in spite of his subtle warning. He had mentioned being in the law enforcement field so Dick didn’t feel a dire need to protect his new buddy just yet-but he’d be keeping an eye open of course. He had quite a bit of chivalry instilled in him by an old friend, but he sort of wanted to see how this played out. He was curious of Roy. “Heh, we should stop meeting like this.” He gave his friend a side glance, one of the suits started to get impatient with the two basically ignoring them and took a swing finally. Dick easily maneuvered out of the way while the other advanced on Roy.
“Maybe next time we can make plans ahead of time to get a drink.” Roy saw the first take a swing at Dick just as the other advanced on him, “Are you really sure you wanna do this?” He asked, dodging a swing from that guy. Not only had Roy’s archery skills bled over from the dreams, but he also now had quicker reflexes and could actually fight if needed; like now. After dodging his suit, he came back with a swing of his own, getting the guy square in the jaw. “Cause if you do this then things like that are gonna happen.”
“Now there’s an idea.” His luck though these guys would invite themselves. They were like magnets wherever he went lately. Maybe he had some kind of hit out on him from last time? Dick watched him curiously even as he took care of his own goon rather quickly. These guys were small potatoes when they weren’t packing heat or surrounded by other guys. “I told them the only way they could beat me was tied up.” He was almost disappointed it was so easy to take care of. “Not bad.” He commented on Roy’s swing and the irritated mob man.
Roy nodded, “That sounds about right.” Dick had an advantage over Roy in the dreams cause of the whole circus life thing and Roy had an advantage cause of his archery, but Roy was also pretty decent at hand to hand combat thanks to the dreams. Sure, he felt better with a bow in hand, but he didn’t have his bow now. “You’re not too bad yourself.” He smirked at Dick as the mob guy came at Roy again, thinking he could catch him off guard while his attention was partially on Dick.
Even tying Dick Grayson up didn’t last long, thanks to training in the circus he was practically master at escape. He watched his guy go down and tied him up with a pair of odd specialty looking handcuffs. Ones he’d created himself when he found himself needing a few extra pairs lately. They were dark in color and certainly not regulation. “These guys apparently don’t know when to quit.”
“So let me get this straight. They know who you are and they’re still messing with you?” Roy shook his head at the mob guy who was still trying to fight him, “Are you guys idiots?” Okay, so that probably would have made more sense if Dick was actually Nightwing here, but still, Roy thought these guys were pretty stupid either way. “By the way, I think you should join your buddy over there on the ground.” He took another swing at the mob guy, getting him square in the jaw and knocking him backwards into a group of nearby trashcans.
A smirk spread over his features at the comment. That similar cocky one Roy was likely used to. He couldn’t help it. “Seem to be. They think they’re getting away with something-but it isn’t them I want.” He said only once the second one joined the first and folded their arms behind them to tie them up for now. It’d be fun to see the expressions on their faces later really. “I want their boss.” They weren’t paying much attention to what Dick was saying anyway. “..Except that part gets more complicated.” That part was tied to Raven and caused him to have annoying feelings for the kid. The guy could be a total prick but he was still her father, and he got that part.
Roy did recognize that smirk and he smiled in return as he brushed his hands off on his pants as Dick secured the second guy. His knuckles here probably going to hurt in the morning, but he didn’t mind too much. “You can never be content with the things you have, huh? Always gotta go bigger and better.” His tone was light, the usual sort of banter that Roy threw around.
He shrugged a little casually as he backed up and texted his partner that ought to be on shift right then to come pick up the garbage anyway. “What can I say, I’m greedy.” He was never content with just the low riders. Especially in this group of thugs. They’d literally killed him. A rather nasty expression crept over his features as he knelt down in front of one of the barely conscious goons. “Tell your boss this was just a warning.” He was coming for them next. He wasn’t going to be afraid of these guys..at least, that’s what he told himself. When he turned away though his hand shook just slightly. “So, how about that drink?” He stilled his hand with the other one and looked away from Roy for a moment trying to mentally regain his bearings.
Dick couldn’t help but overhear what Dick said to the two goons and deep down, he hoped that Dick and their boss didn’t run into each other again cause Roy recalled what Dick had said happened before cause of the mob and Roy didn’t particularly want his best friend to get killed again. He might not be so lucky next time.
When Dick spoke to him he snapped out of his thoughts and smirked then nodded, “I think a drink sounds great right about now.” He assumed that whoever Dick had texted was on their way to get the goons, so it was alright to leave them for now.