Alright, this is my first fic ever. At least the first one i have published publicly. So, please be nice I got this idea from a theory going around on Tumblr that Roy was going to become an alcoholic. In the comics, he does struggle with addiction. Oliver threw him off the team and Dinah Laurel Lance was the only one who helped him overcome it.
"Roy?" Roy Harper frowned as he looked down into his shot glass, stiffening as he heard his name. He was in no mood to talk to anyone at the moment. Ever since the news about Oliver, social interactions seemed rather bleak. He practically had to force himself to interact with what was left of the team and Thea.
"What?" he replied gruffly.
"Roy, are you okay?" the owner of the voice sat down beside him at the bar inside the Verdant. Roy turned his head slightly and looked into the worried face of Dinah Laurel Lance. He turned back to his shot glass and downed the whiskey.
'I'm fine, Laurel", he replied in the same gruff voice. He was trying to make this short. He did not want to talk to Laurel at all. He did not want her to give him false hope about the chance of Oliver being alive. Her belief in him was contagious in a way. But the proof was in the pudding. Oliver went up against the leader of the League of Assassins and the evidence of that battle was a sword covered in his blood. Laurel was in denial.
'Are you sure?' Laurel inquired. The setting she found him in again looked oddly and frighteningly similar. This was the third time that she had found him like this. Sitting at the bar with alcohol as his own companion. It brought back god awful memories. Memories that never failed to fill her with a sense of shame. She didn't want Roy to go down that same, self-destructive path.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Worse thing about me right now is that I'm moving pass the tipsy stage into being drunk', he grabbed the bottle of whiskey sitting on the bar next to his shot glass and took a swig, " outside of my mentor being dead of course', he stated with a pained smile. Laurel was going to state that Oliver was simply missing but opted against it. With the bottle in hand, he got up from the bar and began to head to the exit of the club. He swayed slightly as he walked. He was more intoxicated than he thought. Laurel seeing this, swiftly got up and moved to steady him but he brushed her off, continuing on his way to leave. Laurel followed him.
"Let me take you home, Roy. You're drunk,' she said worriedly. It was dangerous for him to be traveling about in his current state. She also needed to get that bottle out of his hand. He had enough to drink from what she could see. With that thought, she moved in front of him stopping in his tracks. While out her hand, she said "give me the bottle, Roy", softly. Her green eyes shining with concern. Roy moved the bottle away from her outstretched hand with a frown on his face.
"No," his voice slightly whining, "but you can take me home," a cheeky grin spread across his face. Laurel sighed. She reluctantly agreed and led him out of the club and towards her car. On the walk to her car, Roy struggled slightly, swaying as he went which caused him to lose the grip on the bottle. It fell and crashed onto the pavement, he cursed under his breath. Laurel decided to lend him a hand and let him lean on her slightly as they continued towards her car. Once they reached it, Laurel assisted in getting into the passenger seat. After getting him settled, she made her way over to the driver's side and got into the car. That was when it hit him. "Wait Laurel, we have to lock up the club", Roy reached into his pockets and pulled out the keys, dangling them before Laurel.
"Which one is it?" she asked. Roy indicated the correct key before handing the set over to her. She took the keys from his hand and told him to stay in the car while she went to lock up the Verdant. With one last glance back at the younger man, she exited the car and made her way back to the club. She quickly locked up the club and made her way back. She got in and began the drive to Roy's house.
As she was driving, she glanced over to Roy who was simply starring out of the window with a frown on his face. "Roy", she began "are you sure you're okay?" Roy opted to ignore her question and asked her one of his own.
"Why were you at the Verdant, Laurel?" he turned his attention away from the window and towards her, looking at her with slightly unfocused eyes.
"I have a file that has some valuable information dealing with Brick. I will explain it more to you when you're sober," she answered. Roy didn't argue with that. He was too far gone to focus on a conversation of such important information. A few minutes later they arrived to their destination. Laurel turned to look over at her passenger. "Do you need help getting inside?"
"Pft, no," Roy scoffed. He then tried to get out of the car but was unable to because of his seat belt. He sat back into the seat and laughed slightly. Laurel sighed and reached over to undo his seat belt for him. She then got out of the car to assist him once again. She helped him out of the car and up to the entrance of his house. Roy, now standing on his own, retrieved to house keys from his pocket, fumbled with them and dropped them. Laurel picked them up and he pointed out the correct key to the door. Laurel then opened the door and helped Roy inside the house. She led him to the couch in the living room and placed him comfortably on it sitting up. Roy relaxed and laid back against the couch.
"Is there anything you need before I go? Want me to make you some coffee?" Laurel asked starring down at him from her standing position. Roy sighed and looked up at her with unfocused eyes.
'No, I'm just gonna got to bed and sleep this off. Thanks for the ride, Laurel", he answered. He then stood up and made his way to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, he stripped down to his boxers and, then climbed into bed without getting underneath the covers. Outside in the living room, Laurel made her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet and until she found the aspirin. With the aspirin in hand she made her way to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She then moved towards Roy's bedroom and knocked softly on the door.
"Roy? I got you some aspirin", she called out. She did not get a response. After contemplating it, she slowly opened the door. She entered the room to find Roy half naked, lying face down on the bed, and snoring softly. She stopped short in surprise and couldn't help but let her eyes roam over his form. She took in his muscular back and his toned legs. Roy was a fine specimen of a man. A wave of embarrassment hit Laurel at the thought, she also felt a bit silly for staring at Roy as she did. She quickly moved to the side table besides the bed ad sat the bottle of water and aspirin on it. She then made her way towards the bedroom door. After glance back, she exited the bedroom and house.
I will be putting up the next chapter soon (hopefully tomorrow). I'm also working on another Laurel story about her journey to fully becoming the BC. She will be trained by Shiva, there will be some Birds of Prey teaming up, and some romance with Ted ( Uprising gave me some Wild Canary feels). With this story I will do my best to show Roy going through addiction and I will have Oliver react to it as he did in the comics. Lets just say he was upset. Laurel is even more so of a place to help him since as she battled addiction and depression herself. Pretty please leave a review. It will let me know that you want more and what I can do to improve my writing.
