Hello. This is my first Roy Harper fic, which yes, is a travesty, since he is my absolute favorite DC sidekick...er...partner. (And yes, I adore Richard Grayson, so this is saying something...hm, maybe I love them equally. IDK.)

The inspiration for this is my own stupidity, and my recent experience with memory loss, though I should clarify that my only sin is eating a delicious burrito and having no recollection of it. #sad


The Girl who Disappeared

Roy Harper's eyes flitted awake, and he mentally cursed the many windows in his room. Okay, there was only 3, but still, they let the sunlight in, and the sunlight was nobody's friend.

He took in his surroundings, his clothes were everywhere. Shoes, garbage, and ... a milk carton? Yes, a milk carton adorned his room. He hoped he was in the house alone, he didn't want to have to deal with an angry Oliver Queen, or a disappointed Dinah Lance, or worse, both of them getting on his case, and then arguing with each other about him. Yeah, that was the worst.

Roy looked for his alarm clock, finding it on the floor, beneath one of his hoodies, he secretly prayed that he hadn't completely missed school, as he lifted the hoodie and looked at the red, glowering numbers. 2:45pm. School got out at 2:50, and he was screwed.

The school would have already called Oliver Queen, and he wasn't sick. No...not really. Sure, he couldn't remember anything from last night, not after 9 pm, or so. That was a lie. He remembered tumbling in to his bedroom, and he had fallen?

"Fuck" He whispered, as he touched his forehead, there was a bump, a pain, and dried up blood. Fuckity fuck.

He had called someone. Yeah, he was sure he'd called one of the Titans for help. Donna? No...

The teenager reached for his phone, relieved to see Dick was the last person he had dialed. Richard Grayson could keep a secret. Richard Grayson was everyone's friend.

He hit the green button and waited. The boy wonder picked up after just one ring, which was surprising, since he was supposedly in school.

"Roy, what the hell!"

Roy was momentarily stunned, not really expecting that sort of greeting from his supposed best friend.

"Um...what? Sorry, are you at school?"

"No, no I am not at school. I pretended to be sick, which wasn't too hard, since I've been worried sick about you!" Roy could hear Dick trying to calm himself down. "You said you'd call when you got home, man. I seriously thought you might have...I don't know..."

"Wait...I said I'd call? Did we hang out last night or something?"

"You don't remember?"

Roy's stomach tensed, and he felt like he might be sick. No, he didn't remember. He remembered being out with Ashley, who had a crush on him. He had taken her to the movies, and then...then...

"I...I guess not"

"Wow, Roy. Seriously? We spent 2 hours together. You were out of it, and starving, so I took you out to grab a bite...you had like 3 burgers, and you ate all my fries. I didn't want you to drive home, but you insisted. You said you'd call when you made it."

Roy took a second to process all the information. How could he have forgotten 2 hours of his life? He didn't remember eating last night, hell, he was currently starving. He tried to remember getting home, but that was a blur too. Oliver must have been out, he was sure he'd remember the man yelling at him, which is exactly what would have happened if he'd come home drunk.

"I'm sorry, bro. I really...all I remember is taking Ashley to the movies."

"Ashley?"

"Yeah, Ashley, remember? You met her at Ollie and Dinah's engagement party-" Ashley was blond, pretty, rich, slightly wild. The 16 year old didn't find her too interesting, not in comparison to the people Speedy associated with.

"Roy. Ashley Bilodeau? Ashley Bilodeau- who was reported missing this morning- Ashley Bilodeau?"

No. No. No. His body went into a state of shock; or maybe it was mind? Yeah, it was all in his head, because suddenly the earth was shattering, and he was sure he was going into a kind of panic that nobody had ever experienced before. His mind was goo. Everything was fake, this wasn't happening. Was he still high? Was he high? When did he get high? No, he was perfectly fine. This was a joke.

A bad joke.

"Roy... are you there? I'm coming over-"

"No! Dick... I...Ashley's fine. I... took her home, last night."

"No you didn't, Roy. Ashley never made it home, it's all over the news. Stay there. I'm coming over."

To be continued...