Title: Arrow's Reflections Part 1
Summary: The first in a series of ficlets/drabbles that I'm thinking of writing..all will be based on Ollie's thoughts.
Rating: PG
DC owns all characters.
I know I can sit this one out..they have it all covered. I watch as they close in on the three men in the alley below, either one of them could take all three of them on their own, blindfolded. I can't help feel a surge of pride as I watch them..and I can't help but to reflect on the obvious differences between them.
I chuckle to myself as I watch..Roy is the reckless one..more prone to act first and ask questions later, it's reflected in his work as he throws something he's pulled out of one the hidden pockets in his costume, I can't see what it is from here..but whatever it is it nails one thug solidly between the eyes and the perp crumples to the ground. Connor looks at him, I can see him talking calmly to his 'brother' I've been the subject of those talks myself, I can almost picture what he's saying in my mind, Connor's telling Roy that he should have given the guy a chance to give himself up, before resorting to violence...Connor's the gentle one..the thinker, my voice of reason.
The other thugs attempt to scatter, but there's nowhere for them to go, my boy's have the entrance to the alley covered. Connor shoots off a bolo arrow, choosing the least violent way he can of bringing the man to the ground. Roy simply tears down the alley and launches himself at the last thug..I can't see his face from here, but I know he's grinning, relishing the fight as the thug takes a few blind swings before he's taken down with one solid punch to the jaw.
Connor's handcuffing the guy he took down with the bolo, talking to the man non stop in that quiet, reassuring Zen voice he uses to calm people down. He's probably telling the thug that things will be okay..and asking him why he's chosen the path he has in life to get where he is now. The amazing thing about Connor is that thugs actually listen..they stop and they listen to him. Connor can be as tough as the next hero on the block..when its needed, but he always chooses to see some good in people no matter what they've done, I shake my head in wonder at that...I couldn't be prouder of that boy if I tried.
Roy's dragging the first goon he took down, over to the other thug he knocked out with the punch, he drops him to the ground unceremoniously. Connor's still talking calmly..he's got one reassuring hand on the guys shoulder now, and the thug is nodding..listening, with his head down. Roy looks at the two of them and shakes his head, turning to look up to where he knows I'm watching..he gives me a thumbs up and a cocky grin, and I can't help but grin back as another surge of pride swells within me..the boy mightn't have my blood running through his veins..but he's my kid, that grin is a dead giveaway, an almost mirror image of my own.
I return his thumbs up and stand up from my sitting position, reaching back to dust the back of my pants off, before heading down to join them in the alley..to stand alongside my boy's where I belong. There's no better feeling in the world than to be with my son's..We need to work together more often, I decide, as I climb down the fire escape towards the ground, secure in the thought that when I finally take a step back..the legacy I have started will live on in more ways than one.
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