A'N: I promise that this won't just be a one-shot. It'll be a short story with a few chapters here and there. Just something simple, that's all. I do realize that this chapter is in a "God view", meaning everything is explained in a third person point of view. I think I'll make the second chapter First Person POV. Not in Wally's POV; rather Roy Harper's POV.

Enjoy?

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Nope. DC Entertainment/Comics, WB, and Cartoon Network own the YJ characters'/franchise.

In the flat near the residential district of Star City's red light region, Red Arrow proceeded to make his way into his apartment. Ever since the formation of the Young Justice league, he hasn't been the same ever since. He exchanged his previous super-hero name, his outfit, and his way of life. A simple "Audios" and a not-so-very-polite gesture earned him a very rapid departure from the Queen Manor from the whole ordeal.

Roy was more than happy to leave. His adopted father was never the best at making the right decisions. As soon as the guy took him under his wing, Ollie had always been a less than ideal father figure. Roy could understand that his father was busy, but couldn't he allot more time to spend with his son? Sure, they're not biologically related, but it wouldn't hurt to at least spend a little quality time with the guy outside of hero work?

It didn't matter anymore. Roy was all grown up now. He had a life to live, bills to pay, college to attend. During his departure, Ollie did offer to help Harper in the financial department; Roy "politely" declined the proposal. After all, life isn't charity. Nothing is handed to you for free.

He decided in order to make it in life; you must become completely dependent on yourself. How in the hell are you supposed to make it merely by handling responsibility onto a third party? That's what I thought. Roy found a job, earned him enough cash for a deposit to a sub-par apartment, managed to find some help in receiving aid to start college (Hey, how in the hell can you afford college without a little aid?), and lastly, discovered a certain Young Justice member found a way to his home.

Yep. By "a certain Young Justice member", he meant a certain speedster. How Kid Flash figured out of his whereabouts, Roy would never know. Well, he did, he just didn't really care. The only thing he worried about if he had enough food to feed the kid. The amount of food that the teenager consumed baffled Roy. Then again, he shouldn't be surprised. Barry had the same appetite.

An explanation as to how Wally discovered Roy's location? Ask his geek-bird-friend, Robin.

Turning the key and opening the door, a smudge of reds and yellows tackled the younger archer. Roy fell to the floor and hissed in pain. It didn't take a picosecond to realize that the mix of colors was none other than Kid Flash. With this, Roy snarled at the enthusiastic spawn of Barry. "Wally! Goddammit! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Kid Flash simply shrugged before offering a hand to pick up the fallen hero. "Oh, like you weren't expecting me to tackle you when you open the door? I did warn you I'm inviting myself over."

"That's beside the point," Roy hesitantly grabbed Wally's hand and pulled himself off from the floor. "You don't go tackling people. What happens if it was an enemy who opened the door?"

"Simple," he retorted, "I'd tackle them like I did with you, except I would chuck them through a brick wall."

"Fair enough, but don't do that again." Roy headed towards the refrigerator in the kitchen to check on what amount of food he had left. Surprisingly, the shelves inside were fully stocked with the goods he purchased from the night before. Thinking about what a Meta human would most likely consume, he conjured up some ingredients to make a pizza from scratch. "Is pizza good enough for dinner?" He looked to his far right to see Wally flipping channels on the television. "Sure? I'm not picky. Need any help?"

Glancing at said ingredients on the counter top, Roy decided that one homemade pizza wouldn't be enough, let alone two. Good thing Wally didn't visit often. Roy would be flat-broke and out of food in under a week if he did. "Uh, instead of cooking, how about I order some takeout?"