Hey Guys! Sorry for my lack of updates but something BIG happened in my life! Wanna know what? Of course you do! I'm starting a Comic Book Company! Yes, that's right, I'm trying to get into the comic book industry! I already have a team and we've been working hard on contracts and getting writers and artists. We're over 60 now, this is going smoothly! Anyway, of course I won't abandon you guys. I wouldn't dare...

So hope you guys enjoy this!

Nothing Left

Roy Harper didn't have much left in his life.

He was consumed by his desire to find Speedy, by his loss of hope and consuming shadows. He was hurt, deep inside, thinking he was a clone. He was just a cheap copy of the original. A stupid rip-off. And it hurt him. He's lost everyone in his life now, because no one wants to deal with a fucked up clone with his fucked up problems. He really isn't doing anything anymore to help himself. He wanted so badly to feel alive again, but he couldn't. He couldn't.

He didn't deserve to be happy.

He lost his identity, and with it, everything. Oliver didn't speak to him anymore, Dinah looked at him with disappointment and Jade had left him. Their marriage lasted so little. He thought he could make her happy, but he couldn't. He was in pain, trying to find some sense in his life. He couldn't make the woman he loved happy. What kind of jerk was he? Such an idiot.

So he injected himself heroine. It was his consolation, his guilty friend. He became an addict, and a criminal. No better than anybody he had tried to stop before. The Light turned him into this, a monster. A lousy monster at all. If someone in the streets looked at him, the last thing they would see would be Red Arrow. It would be just him, lousy and lost Roy Harper.

In an alley of Star City, losing himself into madness. His rundown apartment stank and he didn't want to be there anymore. He just hoped he could die of an overdose soon. He failed everyone. Jade, Oliver, Speedy… he was a worthless fuck. And for that he deserved to die. At least he'll die the way he wanted to die, with a needle on his arm.

High.

"Are you having fun?" asked a voice that sounded so deep and baritone, and Roy couldn't place it at all.

Weakly, he turned to the left and found a man. He was tall and built, and he had a black suit with a bird on his chest. A blue bird.

Nightwing.

Dick Grayson, in Nightwing outfit, looked at the lost and rundown clone and wondered what could he do. He was so disappointed on Roy, but he was also broken. His older brother, his oldest brother, was now a defeated human being with no hope on the future, and probably no more love for him. "I said, are you having fun?"

"What do you want?" asked Roy bitterly, his hair long and dirty. "I have nothing to say to you."

Dick looked down, hurt. Roy was pushing him away. "Is this how you want to play it?"

"Just go!" roared Roy, not caring to let Dick in. "I don't need you, and you don't need me… you never did…"

Dick stepped forward, and knelt in front of Roy. He placed a hand on his shoulder. Nightwing was a bat, but he had emotions, he had love and care to give. So he would not give the cold shoulder to someone in need, even less one of his best friends. Nightwing won't have it. "I need you, Roy…"

"No, you don't," said Roy and Dick could see tears forming on his eyes. "You don't need me at all. I'm just a copy. You are the Nightwing. Strong, team leader, best friend and… and someone better than me…"

It broke Dick's heart.

"Listen, Roy," said Dick and looked at him, removing his domino mask so his blue eyes could meet Roy's. "I may be all that, but I wouldn't be if it wasn't for you. You helped me become who I am. You cared for me, you babysat me when I was a young kid who just lost his parents. You played with me and shared with me the pain of being an orphan. You may think I don't… but I need you…"

Roy sobbed then, his throat hurting. "Why?"

"Because I love you," said Dick and pressed his forehead against Roy's. "Because beneath all that despair, you're still my brother. And I love you. And I'm not going to let you fall, please… don't fall. Please help me save you…"

The redhead closed his eyes and choked another sob. "I'm afraid."

"I know, I'm afraid too," said Dick with a chuckle. "But you're Speedy. You're Red Arrow. You're Roy Harper. We can do this, together… and I'll be there with you every step of the way. So will Wally. Remember? The three of us, together forever…"

"Wally…" said Roy with a lost cry. "Dick… I'm… I'm sorry…"

"No, Roy… I forgive you…" said Dick and put Roy's arm around his shoulders, helping him stand up. "And I'm going to help you. I'll start by taking you to my home. To get you sober. First of all, I'll get you a bath…"

Roy chuckled bitterly. "I'm not a baby. You don't need to bathe me…"

"Sometimes, we all need a little babying," said Dick and he dragged Roy to the Zeta Tube they had in Star City. "And Wally and I will take care of you. Okay, big bro? It's time you let us take care of you…"

Roy nodded and walked weakly.

Yes, sometimes we all need a little babying. Especially from our brothers.

I was totally going to add Wally, but I thought a cute Dick/Roy moment was needed...

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