Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice
A Speedster's Providence
Unit 121
.
.
.
Roy Harper still had the entirety of his right arm and full function if the way he held a blade to Wallis' throat was anything to go by.
It had happened within the space of three seconds.
1.
His right hand shot out and grabbed her left one, fiercely pulling her towards him.
2.
He used the momentum to twist her unto the bed and pin her upper body underneath him.
3.
The archer placed the scalpel just above where her carotid artery was.
And now Wallis was staring up (squinting) at Roy. Naturally, she had seen the move coming. As to why she allowed herself to be put into such a position…
Well why risk the situation escalating? She'd already seen how things would play out – why not just follow through?
Though it didn't seem like it, she still had some semblance of control.
Now to mix it up.
Wallis cracked a grin.
"You know, for a guy in the hospital, you aren't being very hospitable."
"…"
From wherever he was in the room, Robin gave a deep, resigned sigh.
And then the room's light was switched on.
Unit 122
.
.
.
Wallis' lashes fluttered as her eyes adjusted to the room's new lighting.
"We're not here to hurt you," Robin, who no doubt was the one that switched on the light, spoke up, "So let her up."
She could hear the order and glare in his voice.
"Adorable."
From above her, Speedy grunted and he made his displeasure known.
"I don't appreciate being bombarded like this."
Wallis surmised that after spending such long hours in his Speedy attire, being Roy Harper, and under the circumstances made him feel exposed, vulnerable.
Nobody liked feeling that way, especially when it wasn't of their own volition.
"For what it's worth, we thought you were still comatose," Wallis offered as Roy (finally) eased the sharp implement away from her.
As she rose from the bed and zipped over to Robin's side Roy stood to his feet and glowered.
He folded his arms and Wallis quickly catalogued his frame. There were no discernible injuries – heck he didn't even have bandages on him.
"You, I've met," he pointed in Wallis' direction then turned to Robin, "And you I've heard of."
Blue irises narrowed.
"I need answers."
Unit 123
.
.
.
"What do you want?"
"Honestly, we were just checking up on you," Robin answered, rubbing his chin as he shot his green-eyed companion an assessing, side glance.
Ah, his paranoia was beginning to show. Thankfully for Wallis, Roy provided her with an immediate distraction – sullenness with a heap of self-loathing.
"Come to hear about the botched mission straight from the horse's mouth?" the redheaded male muttered bitterly.
"It's not like that," the eleven-year-old refuted.
"What then? Are you here to act like some kind of juniour hero support group?"
"…Man, you're a jerk."
Personally, Wallis found his derisive humour amusing.
Roy's eyes flitted between the two teens before him before the tension in his shoulder melted and he slumped to lean against the bed behind him.
He ran a hand through his hair.
"Sorry…it…it's been a rough couple of weeks."
"Yeah," Wallis nodded grimly, "I can imagine."
Unit 124
.
.
.
"Yeah, that's refreshing," Wallis said, after emptying her nth dairy carton.
"Chocolate milk?" Robin queried as he cradled a carton of his own as he eyed the now bed-bound archer.
"Guilty pleasure," Roy shrugged downing the rest of his beverage in one swig, "I'm on antibiotics, so I haven't been able to drink as much as I like."
It was a good thing that they had a speedster ready to commit dairy theft on hand. And the oddity of the situation was clear to Wallis.
How did things end up so that she and Robin would be standing around drinking milk with Roy Harper in his hospital room?
"Green Arrow's coddling," the boy wonder pointed out.
"He means well," Roy rubbed the bride of his nose, "And from what I heard he went through hell to find me."
"He cares," Robin stated, idly tapped his utility belt, "You should be thankful."
Roy nodded stiffly in affirmation before his eyes landed squarely on Wallis. It was obvious that he was teeing up to say something, so the female waited patiently.
"I heard you gave GA a major tip – helped him find me a whole lot sooner."
Wallis nodded calmly.
"Thanks…"
Unit 125
.
.
.
One month, ten days, fourteen hours. Roy had been missing for three weeks and five days. Then he'd spent a little under two weeks in a coma.
Roy blamed only himself.
He should've never lowered his guard. To think that Lex Luthor's goons had gotten the best of him and now here he was lying in a hospital bed.
If he were more honest he'd admit that he was feeling shame. For now, he'd focus on the feeling of resentment he had. Not the healthiest alternative, but preferable.
"How'd you manage to find me?" he asked his mentor.
"Hey, I would've found you eventually."
Roy leveled a surly look at Ollie's attempt at levity. The half-assed grin on Oliver's face dropped.
"The League was a big help," the blonde man sighed wearily, "Truth be told we found you a lot sooner thanks to the tip that Flash's kid gave us."
"The girl?"
"She dropped Luthor's name," Ollie growled out the billionaire's name, "All the crap we found at that facility you were holed up in, we'll find how Luthor's connected and bring him down."
Pensive, Roy frowned.
How'd she know to bring up Luthor…when he hadn't mentioned him at all?
A/N: Gosh, I feel like this chapter came out awkwardly. I don't think I've quite figured out how to write Roy, but I'll do my best to improve on that fact. Well at the very least, we finally have Roy interacting with Wallis and Robin. Bonding over chocolate milk just may be come a thing in this story heh.
I know that a lot of you have questions, but please remember that there is a method to my madness.
I may not be able to update this story in a while. Worst case scenario, the next update will be in September.
Thank you to everyone that favourited/followed/reviewed. Special shout out to my reviewers - members and guest reviewers. Thank you all so much.
Constructive Criticism/Comments/Queries/Suggestions are welcomed.
Thanks for reading.
U.P.: Sign Out