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When Roy awoke, the sky was clouded over and he was pretty sure he could hear thunder in the distance. He turned over in his blankets, trying to figure out what had happened. The weight of an arm on his stomach made him look down to see Ollie's hand draped over him. He looked above him to see that Ollie had fallen asleep while holding him like a teddy bear. Roy carefully pulled himself from the warm embrace in an attempt to sit up. His back was sore and his head was hurting. He didn't want to get up quiet yet… Ollie made one hell of a comfy pillow. And his scent was intoxicating… so subtly relaxing… so warm… kinda smelled like nutmeg. Maybe some cinnamon in there?

Roy managed to readjust himself in the older man's arms, deeply breathing in his aura. Everything about Ollie was so… cool… so comforting…. Roy never wanted to leave this moment. Just them, no one else around, no one looking or judging…

Though… if anyone they knew ever saw them together, they would have every right to judge. Ollie took him in as a kid, and the man was practically his father (though you wouldn't expect it if you ever saw how they acted toward each other). So what media jackass wouldn't want to shred them on the front cover of the Star Daily?

Roy managed to untangle himself from Ollie, trying his best not to wake the man, but failing as the man's eyes opened. A large yawn and a curt greeting showed how alert Ollie was as he stretched his back muscles.

"Oh hey… how are you feeling?" Ollie asked as he gently ran a large hand through the younger man's hair. Roy, while the darker portion of his mind was telling him it was a ruse, found comfort in both the lighter part of his mind and felt his heart ease up from the tense state it was in. He missed this feeling. He remembered it from long ago when he'd allowed the world to fool him, and when it seemed like Ollie was always lying to him. Now he didn't know what to think, but he knew that he wanted to be here. Even if Ollie was tricking him on some level, here was still better than scrounging a earning in the city, sitting in his small, rickety apartment on the main drag that seemed like the world was coming to an end. Here, it was beautiful. The yard was huge, 12 acres of lawn plus the forest within the walls of the property (to which Roy couldn't remember exactly how much space there was, but Ollie liked to keep some creatures around just to keep the place fun, even though the man didn't really hunt because he liked the deer). The house was huge and quiet, which Roy probably would have murdered his porn star neighbors for by this point, and he had his own room that was the size of a friggin' dance hall. Not that tiny little cramped quarter of his pitiful apartment. And the mattress in his place was creaky and the springs hit his spine like cactus barbs. Here, he had his own plush, futon style bed that he could roll on his back and throw his arms out to the sides and still not touch the edges of the bed. And when he wanted to sleep in (because Ollie always let the kid have exactly what he wanted, even when he didn't ask), he could just pull the curtains on the four poster bed, showing the staff he didn't want to be bothered. Life here was just perfect. And Roy never took it for granted, but he still had attempted to try to make it on his own. True, Ollie had spoiled the kid without him knowing it, but Roy deserved to be spoiled in Ollie's eyes. Roy was a good kid. Even Roy knew he was a good kid, given a little argumentative, but if you talked to Ollie for more than a minute you could see why.

"I'm ok…" Roy said as he retreated again under the covers. These blankets felt so damn good, and maybe it was the drugs, but they felt like silk against his skin. Ollie was moving towards him again.

"Let's get you reasonably dressed and we can try to get some kind of food in you." Ollie said as he picked up the younger man to head back towards the kid's bedroom. Ollie was happy to have Roy back in the house. Even with him drugged up, he was still more fun to interact with than the stock brokers and investment morons that clogged up the rest of his life. Ollie had actually forced himself to have lunch with a harpy of an investment client, who's voice alone could have chopped the ears right off his head. And she was trying to be a Cali-girl. Pink shoes, pink fuzzy coat, and pink dress with a pink purse and a tiny dog that tried to bite him when he greeted her- the girl was a whore of a woman as well. She was there 'representing' her father's investment, and frankly embarrassing him at every moment. She refused to eat normal food, and insisted that everything be 'dolphin-safe' (even the potato salad…), and on top of that, when he came to talking about business, she got confused between a confidence deal and the cheery tomatoes on her salad. What. A. Moron. Now, if Roy was there, he could have texted him back and forth about how stupid she was, and at least make the deal fun. But nope- this time Ollie had to hold the comments in the entire time and try not to say something wrong that would send the deal tanking. It was like holding your bladder for 2 hours when you had to go NOW.

"M'ok." Roy said as he wrapped his tired arms around the other man's neck, allowing Ollie to pick him up. He felt safe here, and perhaps the way he rested against Ollie for his nap made all the difference. His mind felt well rested while his body was a bit sore. And he woke up in Ollie's arms, with the dumbass holding him. And yes, Ollie was occasionally a complete and utter dumbass. He confused his clients on business deals, got drunk at the worst of times, and told the most embarrassing stories about the office. Roy was at his wits end of that behavior when he first took over the 'personal relations' portion of the company, but now found himself missing the days when all he had to do was smile and welcome some business guy to the office when they needed to impress them.

"Now, let's get you some clean clothes." Ollie said as he motioned for a butler to help him. Roy was a big kid, so it took two sets of hands to get him away from the denim blanket and into fresh clothes. And despite what the kid probably thought, Ollie did care for the brat. He couldn't stop worrying that Roy wasn't getting the stuff he needed on a daily basis. He really thought of having a private investigator follow the kid around to make sure he was going to get real food and wearing decent clothing. Not just eating fast food and wearing the same stuff that he picked off the floor each day. And yes, Ollie even knew he could be scatterbrained when he wanted to, but that didn't mean he didn't care for Roy's feelings on the whole ordeal. And from time to time he'd just tease the living daylights out of the kid for the hell of it, but he never intended to lie to Roy about the League. And he still felt awful after Roy finally turned up at the docks warehouse, beaten up and cute ass thoroughly handed to him. Ollie was still waiting for Bats to tell him where the fuck the asshole was so Ollie could shove a blasting arrow straight up his-
"Ollie?" The now dressed Roy said as he pulled on his socks. Ollie must have been lost in La-La-Land as Roy was being dressed. The kid was always good about taking over things when he could, so even when he was getting dressed on his own, he managed to get into a loose, red sweatshirt and baggy blue sleep pants with white socks. Ollie had to admit, the red sweatshirt on his looked too big, but at the same time, Ollie found himself wanting to tackle the boy back into the overly large bed and ravish him with cuddles. And the way Roy looked at him with that half asleep look, shit he was gorgeous. He wanted the kid so badly, and in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be lusting after Roy, but he was. And he wanted him so badly just to smile at him like when he was younger and happier- just once more. Ollie really missed those days when Roy would run up to him when he came home from the office and hugged him with a huge smile plastering his face.

"Oh umm… let's get you food!" Ollie blurted out as Roy grasped his hand. Roy only took the hand because it looked like Ollie was staring at him like he'd made a horrible mistake by bringing Roy back. Ollie leaned down and grabbed the brat in his arms again, well aware that the kid shouldn't be walking and creating more damage to the afflicted areas if he could avoid it. Not to mention, Ollie liked hugging Roy. He really liked hugging Roy.

Like his own personal teddy bear that could kick his butt in Mortal Kombat any day of the week.

"Ollie…" Roy moaned as his eyes started to give out from the drugs. Roy was really susceptible to drugs, and while he'd gained a tolerance to heroin, he couldn't really take anything new. Not that he even wanted to go back to his former crutch again…not after that happened.

"Come on Roy, it's chicken pot pie. And the doc said you need to rest." Ollie said as he brought the kid to his chest like a child. Roy always felt like the little kid when Ollie started to talk like that. Normally, he'd raise hell for the blonde jackass just for talking to him like that, but not this time. This time, he just wanted to be the teddy bear. He wanted to fall back to the wonderful dreaming wonderland where the world made sense, and Ollie as his knight in shining armor. And the knight wouldn't save the princess, he'd fight side by side with the Prince because there weren't any princesses here. They would just keep fighting the dragons and defeating the bad guys until the king finally passed, and Ollie took the throne with Roy as his partner.

"Roy… Roy… wake up Roy." Ollie's voice came through his hazy fog of a mind as perfectly as a siren's song. Roy just wanted to hear the man's voice continue to talk to him like that. Just saying his name, fast, slow, dulled, passionate, full of love or annoyed- as long as Ollie was saying –Roy's- name.

"I'm here…" Roy mumbled as he nuzzled the elder's neck, taking in the scent with copious breathes. Ollie, while noticing, chalked it up to his own imagination and the drugs. Roy seemed to be enjoying his smell a little too much…

"Ok, let's get something real into you. We have all your favorites." Ollie said as he nestled Roy back into the sofa and curled up beside him, holding the cute brat in place. Roy, trying to curl into Ollie's lap, grabbed the bowl offered to him by the nursemaid and began to eat. Ollie, resting a heavy hand at the kid's stomach, and pulled the drugged out kid into his lap even further. Roy stopped eating for a moment and Ollie saw his shoulders heighten in fear. And Ollie knew fear when he saw it. Roy, while normally aggressive, didn't raise his shoulders to look larger by instinct except when he was scared. And Ollie thought he knew why…

Removing his hand from the kid's waist, Ollie rested his body against the back of the sofa as he relaxed. Roy soon followed suit as he wrapped himself back up in a blanket cocoon (stealing the blanket from the back of the sofa) and tried to lean against Ollie's leg. Ollie, trying to be supportive, leaned up and pulled the kid between his legs while his arms went around his body. Roy was trying to get used to the way Ollie held him… hell, Ollie used to hold him like this all the time. Even without the cocoon of blankets- so Roy should have felt better about staying in the man's arms… but he didn't. He was trying to keep those thoughts of the Joker and his crew holding him down and forcing him to…

"It's ok Roy…" Ollie said as he ran a hand up and down Roy's spine. Roy's shoulders relaxed at the older man's voice, and the nursemaid came into the room with a glass of water and two pills. She forced the pills into Roy's hand as started talking really fast in her northern European accent. He couldn't tell what she was saying as he swallowed the pills.

Roy felt his head entering the familiar hazy state. He hated this state… it made him feel so weak. So vulnerable… so easy to target…

But a hand came around him. And those hands pulled the young man into a warm lap. And they pulled the covers around his body while his head was spinning like a top. He could have sworn he heard words being said in a light, loving baritone… and that muffled sound of the voice trying to comfort him while those hands worked their magic on his body, easing every little cramped muscle and tense tendon into sublime submission.

Ollie watched as the kid drifted back into sleep. He could feel Roy's muscles relaxing as he rested his hands on the kid's smaller frame. After all this time, Roy still felt as small in his arms as he did on the first day they had met. Ollie remembered when he told the adoption agency that he wanted a kid that was familiar with archery. They thought he was crazy, but introduced him to Roy. At the time, the kid barely spoke, but when one looked at his records, you would understand why. Ollie made sure that Roy didn't go through anymore emotional pain. He refused to allow anyone who was risky into the kid's life, and when something bad did happen, he used it as an excuse to take Roy to Disney World or Six Flags. And Roy never complained, in fact, he seemed happier to just be with Ollie…

Ollie changed the channel on the television just to get something new. Cartoons were always a safe bet, and thanks to Hasbro's new network, there was always something worth watching on.

The news bored him to death, and the media coverage of celebrities tended to remind him of why he didn't hang out with them more.

Things seemed to be going back to where they were supposed to be… now he just had to wait until the meds wore off to find out how much damage was really done.

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