A/N: Okay, so some background information on Roy Harper and Mia Dearden. If you watched season 9 of Smallville, she was introduced in the episode Crossfire. The background information about her is true- she's HIV positive, was an aggressive prostitute/cage fighter, and Oliver brought her out of it all. And it looks like she ends up being his sidekick, he even calls her Speedy because of her reckless driving. But what they don't tell you is that she's the second Speedy. Roy Harper was first, and it took Oliver years to accept Mia as the second one.
Roy's bitter and angry in this one, because the Electrocutioner blew up Star City, and his daughter was destroyed in the whole thing. Prometheus also cut off his right arm with a poisoned, nanite laced blade. Mia ended up capturing for the Electrocutioner, hoping to kill him in cold blood, and Oliver killed Prometheus. Roy became angry with both Mia and Oliver, feeling that he should have taken out Prometheus himself.
Roy has a history with heroin abuse, and got clean every time because of Dinah Lance. The first time he became addicted, Oliver started blaming himself for not seeing it, and Dinah talks to Roy. This time after his daughter dies, it gets really twisted- to the degree of him killing muggers with a dead kitten, and hallucinating his dead daughter at the time, who wants him to save her. At the end of the whole thing, Dinah and Bruce Wayne check him into rehab, and the rest of his story is left unknown for now. In my story however, this isn't the case- I'm making him go off in search of Oliver (he may want to get even, and he may want Oliver to help him. It's up to negotiation), but Watchtower gets him clean and gives him a new sense of purpose.
Chapter Three
Oliver was walking around the forest in search of some firewood. He had hunted down a deer earlier, and needed to prepare to cook it later. He looked up at the horizon- it was late afternoon. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead; this head was really getting to him. Maybe it was time to get back to his little camp. The tree that he was sleeping in could provide some shade at the very least.
He bent down to pick up a branch when he heard a snapping sound in the distance. He looked up, and saw a flash of dark red. He recognized that shade.
The image of a man with his arm being ripped out flashed through his mind. "Roy?" he called out
He saw the image Roy's dead daughter in front of his feet as he dropped the small pile of wood and chased after that bit of red. "Roy, I'm sorry!"
He could hear the man's voice in his head. "I'm sharing a very small piece of the pain I've just gone through these past few days. The kind of pain thousands of kids are going through every day because an uncaring and unthinking society turns its back on them. Drugs are a symptom…and you…like the rest of society…attack the symptom…not the disease! But the symptom is worse than most- it maims…it pains…it dims you. It drives you to the edge of insanity and over…and one day ends your trip on a slab in the morgue…with a tag around your toe."
"Roy?" he asked tentatively when he made it to the tree that he saw the man at
But there was nothing. Not even a whisper.
"What are you doing? I told you to bring him here, not tie him up and make him a prisoner", she said sternly to the two men dressed in black
"Isn't that the same thing?" the bound man asked
She ignored him for a moment as she dismissed the two men before refocusing her attention on the man in front of her. "Roy, trust me when I say that kidnapping you isn't exactly my style. If I wanted to harm you, then I would have done it long ago."
"Which begs the question: what am I doing here?"
She leaned against the table in front of him. "You're here to do what you're used to doing- make a difference."
Roy let out a laugh. "I don't do hero work anymore."
She crossed her arms. "But you want to. That's why you were in that forest today to begin with, isn't it?"
"Far from it. I was looking for someone."
She walked closer to him and picked up his left arm. She rubbed a finger gently on the needle wounds. "Oliver can't help you, Roy." She said softly
"Where is he?" he asked angrily
"What are you going to do? Kill him? Force him to help you kill?" She walked behind him and secured the door with a pass-code before untying him. "If letting out your anger is what you're looking for, then feel free to let it out on me. I'm not going anywhere."
She stood right in front of him, and reached into his belt, pulling out his crossbow and fitting an arrow into it. She held it out. "Unless you'd prefer to just shoot me instead."
Suddenly, Roy shot out of his seat and reached for her throat with his robotic right hand, the crossbow falling to the floor. "You have no idea who you're talking to."
But her face showed no sign of fear; she was smiling instead. "Of course I do." She took a raspy breath before continuing. "Speedy."
With that, she slammed her head into his and kicked his stumbling body into the wall before kicking the crossbow to the other side of the room.
She saw Roy getting up to his knees out of the corner of her eye and reached both hands behind her, pulling out two guns and aiming them at the man.
"He needs your help, Roy."
He shook his head before kicking a gun out of her hand. In the split second of her eyes following the trail of the gun, he grabbed her arm and pushed it upwards before grabbing the hand and forcing her to pull the trigger several times.
When he let go of her hand, she whipped her arm backwards, hitting his face with the gun before tossing it aside and back-flipping on top of the table.
Roy jumped onto the table and tried to kick her, but she dodged it. "I don't want to hurt you", she said, deflecting a punch by grabbing his fist. "What happened to your daughter wasn't your fault."
He winced at the mention of the girl. "Don't talk about her."
She aimed a punch, but he flipped off of the table onto the chair and kicked her feet out from under her, causing her to fall onto the table.
Roy somersaulted to the other side of the room, picked up his crossbow, and shot an arrow. The woman rolled off of the table and shot up from the ground.
"You missed", she remarked. "Looks like your accuracy is off. I hear heroin does that to people."
He aimed another arrow at her, and missed again when she made a quick side-step. "You know, maybe I should ask Ms. Dearden for help. She probably doesn't have this problem."
He let out a yell, and shot another arrow. This time, he didn't plan to miss; the arrow whirred as it flew in the direction of her neck.
A shocked look suddenly covered his features as he realized that he may have just severely injured an innocent woman.
But then, she spoke. "That's more like it", she said, her fist positioned in front of her neck.
She slowly walked up to Roy, and then dropped the arrow at his feet. Her neck was not punctured, and blood did not stain the arrowhead. She caught the arrow with one hand.
"Vengeance won't help you, Roy. But saving your mentor just might. Detox, get that accuracy back, and the world will see justice again."
She walked around the room, picked up both guns, and showed them to him. "Look around. Do you see any bullet holes anywhere?"
The man looked up, but saw none. "Blanks?"
"We're on the same side", she said, holding out a hand and smiling. "My name is Chloe Sullivan."
He shook the hand. "Well, Chloe Sullivan, what is this place?"
"Welcome to Watchtower."
