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As Roy thought, two hours actually ended up not being accurate, and Wally ended up knocking on the door 30 minutes later than expected. He smirked when Roy opened the door, hugging him back with one arm that was holding two giant bags of what smelled like Mexican food. “Rolls Royster!” In his other hand was a duffel bag, on his back a backpack. He tended to travel light. 

Wally’s clothes were casual--skinny jeans, sneakers, and a long-sleeved t-shirt...but he’d never been one that cared much about fashion. “I brought food! Tacos.” He let himself into Roy’s apartment without asking permission, setting the bags of food on the coffee table. If he was bothered by how simple Roy’s apartment was he didn’t show it, but he wasn’t one to judge when it came to his friends’ living spaces, and had seen much worse anyway on his adventures around the world.

After setting the duffel down by the sofa he also shrugged off his backpack, his gaze finally going over to Roy to give him a good once over. “How are you, man? Been a while…” His tone was light but there was some thinly veiled concern there as well despite his smile. Wally had often worried about Roy due to his past issues with drug abuse, but always had tried to be understanding about it, even going so far as to help stage an intervention at times. 

Roy laughed as soon as he saw Wally with the food - typical - and he hugged him back as he took one of the bags from him. “Aw, dude, you shouldn’t have!” Mexican was a frequent choice whenever he met up with Wally and Dick together. It had been one of their favorite and most frequent stops in Bludhaven. That was way back in the day, but the smell brought him right back. 

“You look good,” he said offhandedly, gesturing for Wally to follow him inside even though he already was. His own apartment was messy, typical, but he wasn’t self-conscious about it. When he’d lived in the Titans Tower, he’d let the chaos get way out of hand. His room had practically been a disaster zone. He was doing his best to keep on top of it, but sometimes he didn’t even notice how bad it got until Jason or Dick made a comment.

Setting the bag on the table, he sat down heavily on the couch and tossed his controller aside to make room. “Yeah, it’s been a minute.” There were a lot of things Wally missed in Star City, but Roy didn’t even know where to start. It was a lot to explain. Most of it he’d sent in short bursts of text messages, but he was sure a lot of stuff had been left out. “I’m doing good. You know, working. Keeping busy. What about you?” What happened to Batman was still like a dark cloud settling over the city, but he was trying to adjust to the new normal.

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“Hey.” Jon Kent wasn’t a face Roy had seen lately, or really often in general, and he was probably the last person he expected to see on his way to the bus stop. “You remember me? You were real little when I saw you last.” He’d never worked directly with Jon. He’d been a different generation entirely, which made Roy feel really fucking old. 

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The first time Roy had ever seen Captain America face to face had been at the funeral, although they were both in civilian attire, but he’d still recognized him. Of course he had. He’d recognized Bucky at the center, too, but his own identity was still secret. With the rest of the Robins being outed, he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d be connected to them. Not that it mattered. No one knew who Arsenal was anymore. There were even fewer people who would remember Speedy. Most of his infamy fizzled out after his first stint in rehab; if he were being honest, he hadn’t done a lot to put himself back in the spotlight.

So he’d been surprised when Bruce approached him with an offer. As stoic and removed as Bruce always seemed, Roy couldn’t understand why he would offer an ex-drug addict, who’d been involved in some questionable activities, a chance. He’d spent a lot of years being the failed sidekick. It’d made him clash with Dick a couple times. It was also why he’d eventually taken off to do his own thing. Can’t disappoint anyone if there’s no one around to disappoint.

But Bruce’s words haunted him. Ever since he saw that empty casket, he couldn’t stop thinking about the question. I’d like to have you join the league. Would you?

He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d said no. He’d said no and then didn’t even explain to Bruce why he’d refused.

It was late afternoon when he arrived at the gym. He wasn’t there to work out, although he had every intention of signing up for a membership. He’d always gone to the gym closer to his work, but it didn’t have a wide range of equipment. If he wanted to start focusing on getting back to where he’d been, then this place had a lot more to offer.

Interrupting people while they were working out was always awkward. Roy waited until Steve had a break between sets before he approached him, oddly nervous despite his typically easygoing demeanor. “Hey. Roy Harper. I was uh, at Bruce’s funeral. Do you have a minute? Can we talk privately?”

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St. Elmo’s Fire (1985) dir. Joel Schumacher

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When Roy got Wally's text, he figured he should clean up the apartment a little bit. A little bit meaning he tossed most of his things in the closet and made sure there was room on the couch for him to crash. He didn't know if Wally had a place to go yet, or if he were even going to be in town for long, and he didn't see why he shouldn't stay at his place. It wasn't like he didn't have the room. Technically it was a one bedroom, but the couch pulled out into a bed. That was where Dick had slept during the time Roy was getting over his relapse.

Once he had his place in some semblance of order, he relaxed on the couch and waited. Time never seemed to mean the same thing to Wally as it did for him, so he had no idea if a couple hours really meant a couple hours. The knock on the door made him grin and he tossed aside his controller.

"Dude, I can't believe you're getting here now," was his greeting, but he was already reaching out for a one-armed hug. "Get your ass in here, rich boy. I wanna hear all about Japan." Wally sent pictures to the group chat with Dick occasionally. Roy couldn't even remember the last time he'd traveled without there being a mission involved. At some point they would have to talk about Batman, but he was happy to put that topic on hold.

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Text Message: Wally West to Roy Harper

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Part Time Job

Who: Jason Todd & Roy Harper ( @ibroughtanarsenal )

Where: Jason’s room at Wayne Manor. 

When: Immediately following the SHARED LEGACY thread. 

What: Jason tells Roy he’s going to be wearing the cowl. Roy has questions. 

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“So did you get here before or after the nuke?” It came down through the grapevine that Donna was in town, and Roy didn’t even hesitate to reach out as soon as he heard. She was one of his closest friends, had been his first girlfriend, and he’d maintained that friendship even during the time they lived in separate cities. Donna was the first person he’d called after Lian’s death, when he’d relapsed the first time, and he trusted her with his life.

Bruce’s death was like a shockwave through the city. Roy was still sorting out what had happened, but he was doing what he could for the others in the meantime - even if he thought Dick, Jason, and Tim sharing the cowl wasn’t the best solution they could have come up with. He didn’t know if Donna knew about that. “Funeral’s next week,” he grumbled, pushing the food around his plate. He’d asked her to meet him at a deli after work. Considering how cheap it was, the food was pretty decent. “It’s supposed to just be close friends and family. Guess they don’t want the press getting wind of it.” It would have been bound to cause a scene, considering everyone knew Batman’s true identity.

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David Berry and Tim Draxl in A Place to Call Home (2013 — 2018)

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Roy’s typical day didn’t always include work. His best days didn’t, if he were being honest, and he typically spent his downtime at home. There wasn’t a lot to do before, which had been the whole reason why he’d dragged Arsenal back out in the first place. Now that Jason was apparently Batman (or one of them, anyway), he was re-evaluating what his role should be. Arsenal wasn’t a bad guy, not even close, but he wasn’t on the league. Arsenal wouldn’t work on the league. 

On the table and next to the pizza were three bottles of mustard. Back in the day when he still drank, he’d eat the mustard on the pizza with Kori. Somehow it only tasted bad when he was sober. Maybe he could at least try it for old times’ sake.

Being around Kori was always comfortable for him. He was relaxed, sprawled on the couch with his video game controller and his head against her knee. Ever since the explosion at NOVA, he knew she hadn’t been doing well, and he had her over often to make sure she was recovering. It was a lot to handle. He was never sure what she might need, so he was always sure to provide a list of anecdotal humor - or comfort, if she wanted to talk. Roy wanted to be there for her in whatever capacity she needed. Sometimes he tried to get a read off of her, but he’d been known to misjudge the situation on more than one occasion. “So hey, have you seen Jay in the batsuit yet? It’s fucking crazy. I can’t get over it. The first time he showed up in the living room I thought I was in trouble or something.”

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She looked up to take in his face better, cocking her head. Did she know him? The hair was vaguely familiar. There weren’t many redheads in this city, but she wasn’t sure that was it. “Call it a talent,” she said with a smile. She was undercover, and if she entered the club with someone else, then it might be more believable that she was just there to party and wasn’t eagle-eying a potential mobster to get a lead on where his uncle might be running his operation. If she could make him like her enough to go in with her, maybe dance with her, then so much the better for her story.

Pushing the fake black locks back from her face, she tucked them behind her ear before nodding to where the line was growing. “I’d ask if you were going to the club, but you don’t really look dressed for it.” Her expression was wry. “But you do look stressed enough for it.”

Clubs were on the list of things he avoided. They weren’t great for sobriety, he’d quickly discovered, and Roy wasn’t at a place where he was comfortable regularly going into clubs. Still, maybe he should prove that he was capable of facing and then resisting temptation. It took a certain degree of strength to walk into a club and order a non-alcoholic drink. Typically that was a lot more willpower than he had at a time, but he’d been doing well lately. It left him with more confidence than usual. 

Laughing, he spread his hands as he looked down at his outfit. “Are you saying there’s something wrong with my outfit?” He asked with mock indignation, well aware that scrubs weren’t a shining example of local party wear. “I’m not big on the clubbing scene. You’re headed inside? That place can get a little rough.”