Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, the comic or the show, or any of the characters associated with it. I make no profit from this work of fiction; it is purely for entertainment purposes.
A/N: Wrote this as a surprise for my dearest Pan. Sorry, no shenanigans of a sexual nature, but it still has Roy. :)
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"No, Speedy, you follow my orders, that's how this relationship works!"
The words were fierce, absolute. Ollie hadn't even spared him a glance.
Like he just knew the teen would obey.
With a snarl Speedy tore a shaft from his quiver and notched it. The serrated edge gleamed in the sunlight and his entire body sang in tune with the tension of the bow he held in his shaking hands. Fuck him.
Fuck him.
"Did you get the two goons headed for the truck yet? We can't let the suppli- Speedy! What are you doing?"
Oh, so now he was looking. Now he was upset.
Mad cause his red-haired, blue-eyed sidekick wasn't a good little trooper? Roys' jaw ached, the low grind of his own teeth sounding in his ears.
He wasn't a child.
He wasn't a pet.
He was a man.
He made his own decisions.
Speedy took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, narrowed eyes sweeping over the peppering of tiny scabs just under the rim of his glove.
The same scabs that had started appearing three weeks ago.
The same scabs Oliver had failed to notice.
A twang and the arrow was loosed, flying with a speed that his mentors' eyes couldn't follow. Less than a second later one thug fell, closely followed by the other, a single projectile buried nearly to the feathers in each of their skulls. The wet thunk when arrow met and pierced flesh had been surprisingly satisfying.
"Got 'em."