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The chair shattered as it hit the wall, followed shortly by a roar filled with rage.
Lex couldn't calm down in light of such news. This was horrible. Millions wasted on this hellion of a sidekick, only to find that the clone was just as rebellious as the original. And now the project was being terminated thanks to one tiny little fall. There was no way to reverse it now. It wasn't bad enough that none of their technology could accommodate for the hormone incubation period without chancing an energy loss on cell sets, which would terminate it all the same; but now the only test subject that had been able to take the implantation and survive for more than a week was going to fall right into the Justice League's hands!
"Sir! Please! There is no reason to be so irrational!" The secretary yelped as she took cover behind the overturned desk. Lex was trying to catch his breath as his muscles screamed in tension.
"Tell…me…" Lex growled as he tried to keep his anger under control.
"Pardon, sir?" The secretary peeped from her shielded hideout behind the desk. Lex looked at her, rage still bubbling over.
"Tell me. Do we still have the formula?" Lex growled. The secretary nodded.
"And the DNA?" Lex asked again. The secretary took a moment to look at her pad, and then nodded.
"Good…good…" Lex huffed as he collapsed on the overturned couch, slouching on the back of the overturned furniture.
"Can I get you something to eat or drink, sir?" The secretary asked as she exited her bunker, ready to dive back in if he started to yell again. Lex released a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes.
"Scotch." Lex huffed as he tried to calm himself. Booze was good. Booze was great. Booze was perfect. Booze couldn't give him any more bad news. Unless it caught on fire.
A cold glass pressed itself into his hands less than a minute later. He swallowed the burning liquid in a single gulp, and pressed the still cold glass against his forehead as he tried to ease his growing his headache. He needed a vacation badly, and longed for just one thing to go right in this plan. It wasn't a big portion of his company, but it was a personal need that he was trying his best to fulfill. He had a fair bit of success with Superboy, but now the kid wouldn't even try to talk to him. Ever since he had become buddy-buddy with the perfect assed boy scout with his underwear outside (not that Lex was staring or anything…).
Apparently, his goal was a lot further away than he expected.
Roy awoke with a huge headache. The room was spinning and people were talking in rapid firing, worried voices. He recognized one as Ollie, but the other one was a woman. Ollie's blurred voice came across as panicked, and confused. Roy was used to hearing a little panic when something bad had happened, but confusion was very strange to hear in his mentor's voice.
"That's not possible. He's not a druggie!" Ollie sputtered as Roy's ears decided to fizzle into normal hearing ranges. He tried to hold his head, but found the familiar hands of Dinah holding him down as his head was inspected. He didn't try to move away, but rather groaned loudly to get their attention.
"Roy!" Ollie yelped as he nearly flung himself on the bed, gripping the boy's apparently nude torso. Ollie's hands grabbed what he could, holding the boy to his still clothed chest as Dinah smacked him in the head with a wet cloth. The soaking fabric didn't do anything to deter the distraught man from clutching the red head to his body.
"Ol-Ollie. Let go." Roy moaned as he tried to reach up and ease his mentor's distress. Roy felt Ollie press his nose into the soft part of his stomach, and Roy couldn't help but let out a small moan as the pressure there seemed to increase. It wasn't pleasant, but it felt like someone was trying to shove his intestines out through his ass.
"Wha- what happened?" Roy asked as he tried to curl into himself. Ollie started to get up, but brought Roy's torso with him, holding the kid to his chest. Dinah and the doctor took that as a sign to leave the two alone.
"Kid… do you- do you remember what happened that night you were attacked by the Joker?" Ollie started carefully. Roy nodded, trying not to move too much. His body felt like he'd just gotten off the worst roller coaster he'd ever withstood.
"Unfortunately." Roy replied. He didn't want to think about that night. Ollie had been so tolerant of his rude, childish ass. Roy didn't want to upset the man, but it looked like he was a little late on that point.
"Roy. The, um…. The doctor took some blood- and, well, you are- uh. You were, I guess I should say-" Ollie stumbled on his words. Roy tried to be careful and not snap at the flubbing words, no matter how much it annoyed him.
"Ollie, it's ok." Roy eased the man into comfort. He could feel the stress release into the air, and Ollie seemed to regain a bit of composure.
"Roy, you're showing signs of addiction. And it may have caused some… 'damage'." Ollie relinquished. Roy was floored by the message. He'd been clean since the day he got his ass kicked, so he shouldn't have been showing any medical signs of it, right?
"What kind of damage?" Roy asked, unsure of what to make of this whole situation.
"The kind that might have you in your grave in a few months if we don't get your DNA to the cloning program." The doctor said as she approached the bed, cotton swab in hand and ready to jump.
"No. No programs." Roy insisted. Ollie glared at the kid, stunned at the bark he'd givent eh doctor. The white clad woman backed off, hands in the air, and slowly motioned that she'd be by the door for a few minutes.
"Roy- please. I know this is all insane and shit, but- but I don't want to lose you again." Ollie begged as he pulled the kid into a hug. Roy held onto the man, fearing that he'd disappear in a moment.
"Ollie. No programs. I don't want to be another experiment." Roy growled, his voice chopping off at the end as he gripped the man even harder.
"Roy, it's going to Queen Industries this time. We made sure of it. Nothing bad will happen to your stuff. I'll even make sure you get to burn the remainder yourself." Ollie offered. Roy had to stop for a moment before slowly agreeing to the cloning.
"You promise, though. No more hidden experiments or random clones showing up?" Roy hushed, the fear evident in his voice. Only Ollie would have heard it, but Dinah would have just recognized it as Roy being cautious.
"No clones. Promise. Just us from now on. Just the family." Ollie whispered, holding the kid tightly. Roy didn't stop the tears from gliding to Ollie's shirt, thankfully blocked from Dinah's view. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be crying, but he just couldn't find the strength to stop right now. His chest hurt and his head tried to roll away from him as he pressed his face into the green fabric of the man's shirt.
"Roy, if you're ready, I can call the doc back in." Dinah spoke from the other side of the room, where she seemed to be pretending to be a ninja while the boys had their moment. Roy nodded as he wiped the salty remnants from his cheeks before relaxing back on the bed.
Ollie's larger body eased off the tired, sore man and rested itself back on the edge of the bed. Roy gladly met the swab as it wiped itself over his lip, gaining the cells it needed to start the process. He held Ollie's sleeve with all his might as soon as the doctor left the room. He didn't want to let the man leave him quite yet.
"I'll be right back. I'm just going to get Bats to lock the door with the heavy bolts after I come back. I don't want anyone to disturb us. Not when you need the rest." Ollie said, even as Roy shivered and shook his head. Ollie didn't want to leave him, but the kid was out of it. Chances were this was about the climax of the battle towards sanity, but they couldn't stop now. Ollie closed the door and started to run. Nearly colliding with the central control rooms' door, he rushed in to see Batman watching the screens intently. The man didn't even turn towards him as he tried to catch his breath.
"Bats, I need to ask you to do something." Ollie started. He silently thanked that they were alone in the room, not that it would have held him back anyways. The black and grey clad man barely acknowledged him until the archer was right beside him.
"Bats?" Ollie asked again. Batman turned towards him slowly, eyes covered with white out slips.
"I know what you want, Arrow. I can give the room a lockdown for twelve hours, but I need a promise before I can allow that." Batman replied.
"What do you need?" Ollie panicked. Bats held his hand up for a moment, trying to calm the man.
"Look, I know you want to protect him, but he needs a doctor. I need to know that if you feel he's having trouble, you won't let him talk you out of hitting the emergency call button." Bats growled.
"You know I would. I'd go to hell and back for that kid, a little fussiness isn't going to stop me from getting him help." Ollie replied. Bats turned back to the screen and started typing again.
"I'll lockdown the doors after you're in." Batman coldly replied. He watched the archer's reflection grumble and pout as he stalked away.
Batman knew that it had to be stressful on both of them, but now wasn't the time to get ahead of themselves. A moment of thinking brought the Dark Knight to his own brood. Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin meant the world to him. Ever since Jason had died, he had taken a bad habit of wanting to keep them out of danger, even if it meant they were mad at him for a few days. Nightwing ended up going out on his own, but Robin stopped listening to him until Bruce had let Jason go. All of that got that much more muddled after Jason had returned only a month ago, throwing everyone a curve ball. Nightwing was the first to really embrace his odd return (after all, the kid had killed a few drug lords in Gotham, and only agreed to come home when Nightwing and Robin had managed to corner and pin him after another assassination on the new drug mules). Jason was still 'recovering' in the Wayne mansion with Nightwing- which was why Bruce and Tim had to sleep in their respective second bedrooms at the tower and Mount Justice. Those two were ridiculously loud! Poor Alfred had already taken his vacation for the year, and Bruce had even given him an extension until further notice (because, let's face it, who knew how long it would be until the two boys finished getting reacquainted).
Ollie had stormed off some time ago, but Batman was more concerned with watching the monitors to see the doctors leaving the red head's room again. From the monitor, Bruce could see that the kid was out of it again. He personally thanked whatever force was out there that the kid was asleep. It had been a trying day on everyone, and most of it was just keeping information under wraps. Ollie entered the room with a look of pure surliness, which sprinted from his face the second the metal door locked behind him with a hiss. He must have thought it was going to be hours before the doctors were done. With a look to the camera, Ollie chose to settle down in the large bed with Roy.
Batman turned the automated lights down to let them have their rest, and then turned the camera's to nocturnal watch. It wasn't that he didn't trust Ollie with Roy, but if something happened in the middle of the night, he didn't want the pair to have to wait until morning to get help. Especially with Roy under so many meds. Given, he was a druggie, but that didn't excuse him from being able to overdose on sleeping pills (particularly medical grade sleeping pills).
Dick's eyes shot open when he felt the pressure move off his arm. He glanced over at the bathroom door just as the light went on and the door closed. A few minutes passed as he waited for Jason to finish before he looked at the clock.
4:00 in the morning? He thought to himself as he waited for the warm mess of psychological stress to return to his bed. Between all their love making, they had managed to turn his typically well kept bed into a bird's nest. The blankets were curled around the pair and only one was being used as its original purpose. Not that they even needed it. The room was so perfectly cool, it felt good just being tangled up in each other.
Dick shut his eyes and waited until the familiar weight of Jason's bruised and scarred form settled next to him. He threw his arm back over the anti-hero and pressed a kiss into his cheek. He heard Jason laugh a little as his face contorted into a smile.
"I'd say mornin', but I think you want to go for another round before going back to sleep." Jason murmured into his bedmates' ear before giving him a little kiss. Dick gladly accepted as he brought his other arm around, pulling the slightly younger man into a warm hold and dragging him up onto his chest. He loved to see Jason with his annoyed teddy bear look. It had grown on him over the past week of barely leaving this room and exploring each other's bodies.
"Every morning I wake up to you is a good morning." Dick replied as he pressed a gentle kiss on the younger man's forehead. He'd missed him so much, but had to cope with it faster than Bruce did. The team always liked to pry into his personal affairs, and he could only hold them off for so long.
"Majorly corny man…" Jason mumbled as he smiled into Dick's chest as he rested his head against the well toned muscles. Dick smirked as he rubbed circles on the kid's back.
"Think we should go back to work today?" Jason asked as he allowed his hands to explore the other man's abdomen. His fingers slowed every few inches to impress themselves on the musculature of the only man he'd ever wanted to be with. Bruce had finally taken his place in Jason's mind as a father figure, Tim was a little too young for his current (and most likely typical) taste, and no one else fit as well as Dick.
"Perhaps in a few hours. I just want to spend this quiet time making sure you're real." Dick said as he placed a kiss on Jason's lips, savoring the flavor of the renegade. He felt the brat smile against his lips.
"Good. Maybe he'll know what happened to Roy by then." Jason replied as he rolled over to fit himself perfectly against Dick's right side. Dick wrapped his arm around the kid, caressing the rebel's perfect muscles. Unsure of what to say, Dick pressed another elongated kiss into his lover's hair, holding it there as a way of saying 'I wish I could say more, but let's not talk about this now'.
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Ok, brain went bye bye. Sorry but that's all I have for you right now. Check back again in three weeks. The story goes on for… maybe 4 more chapters? I don't know. I usually write until it either works itself out or until my brain gets tired of the story. So, I hope you've enjoyed this so far, and I hope to see you back here next time! Thanks for reading! Feel free to see some of my other stories if you're bored!
