Roy Harper was back home and safe, but he couldn't sleep. His mind was in turmoil. For reasons unknown to him, the vigilante had saved him. He should have died. He didn't deserve to be saved. He has never done anything worthwhile in his life, but the hood decided he was with saving. Why? He just doesn't understand.
Maybe he could find the vigilante and ask him, but how? If the police detectives couldn't find him, then how could he? Maybe he doesn't have to find him. He could make the vigilante notice him. He could use his second chance to help the hood. He doubted anything happens in this city without the hood knowing, so he will do everything he can to clean up the Glades in the hope that the vigilante will contact him. It's a long shot, but he had to do something. He can't just go on living the same life. He owed everything to the hood now, and he is going to show him that saving his life wasn't a mistake. With his mind at ease, Roy closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.