a/n: another quickfic. roy/ollie, because I'm terrible. and speedy is fifteen in this, so warnings for dub-con.
There's a game Roy Harper likes to play in his own head.
It's called, "Oliver Queen is a good _ _ _" and the object is to fill in the fucking blank, with anything he wants. Anything at all. It's simple, really; it's a piece of cake, because nobody knows Oliver Queen quite like Roy.
(he isn't angry about it he isn't angry he isn't angry he isn't angry he isn't)
- Exhibit A: Oliver Queen is a good hero.
It's true. Nobody shoots straighter than the Green Arrow. He's the solution to every crime in Star City. He's in the Justice League, you know.
(The bad guys sometimes ask, what's with the get-up, you got something to prove, and Ollie doesn't say anything but smile, smile big when the next arrow aims for the head.)
- Exhibit B: Oliver Queen is a good mentor.
"Like this, Speedy," Green Arrow says gently, adjusting his hands on the bow, and it isn't somehow harder to breathe now and Roy isn't trembling he isn't there's nothing here to make him weak in the knees because – because he's stronger than that, he's Speedy, he's his partner. And Ollie's voice is soothing and friendly, just like he always thought it would be. Maybe not quite so fatherly, (Which is fine).
(And Roy was the one who sought this out in the first place, now. Wasn't he.)
- Exhibit C, D, Fuck it all this isn't a game you can win,
but yes even Roy has to admit Ollie's a good businessman, Ollie's a good friend. Ollie's a lot of things, really, he's – and, sure, why not, if we're going for broke; yes, Oliver Queen is a Good Lay.
And Roy Harper, Speedy, he's fine with that, Really. He's fifteen he's great with that (it's okay yeah no really goddammit Oliver you can stop asking – oh wait, whoops, you never actually got around to that part, did you, ha ha – ) and that's why Roy has this whole game in his head in the first place, obviously, because Roy just wants to rub it in, exactly how fine everything is.
This is the life he always wanted. He's Speedy. He's a hero.
(tell that to the mattress)
And hey, maybe there's still something raw and terrible festering in the gap where his parents used to be, sure, but, Ollie's a busy man, come on, you already knew that part going in. (The Justice League of A m e r i c a . . .) And it's not like Roy ever (asked for) wanted any help in that department, not like he ever wanted Oliver Queen to be anything for him except for this.
("You're drawing the string too tight, Roy, it's going to snap," Oliver says with that fucking smile in his eyes, like he doesn't give a damn about Roy or anything else in the world.)
(And Roy wants to scream behind his mask, wants to shout and throw things and have a tantrum he wants to – he wants – "Okay, Oliver, fine," he says, and that's the end of it.)