A/N: There is no characterization of Jason and Roy after season 2, so I'm bringing a lot of inspiration from the Red Hood and Arsenal from the comics. Just and FYI
"We need a game plan," Roy muttered from across the table, next to Jason. E crossed her legs and slouched down further into the booth. She was sitting on her own little island, across the table from the boys.
"We need coffee much more than we need a plan right now Roy," Jason muttered next to him. He had his hands up, rubbing his eyes. They had all be up for a while, wrapped up in drama before Jason suggested they sit down and get some actual food. And for already having three beers this morning, Roy was surprisingly awake. E and Jason felt drained just having to deal with all this new drama.
Almost on cue, the waitress came by and poured each of them a full cup before asking if they wanted any food. Jason ordered some toast to share with the table and then she wandered off. Roy started pouring two sugar packets into his mug while E took a sip of hers, electing to keep it black. She liked the bitterness sometimes, it made the world sharper.
"So we have your intel, and connection to the League," Jason paused, considering how important Roy's role was to them. "E knows all about them. Customs, culture, language, anything we need."
Roy arched an eyebrow, "And what do you bring here?"
Jason smiled and poured two tablespoons on cream into his mug, "My dashing good looks."
E giggled and shook her head before taking another sip of her coffee, hiding a slight blush, "We need more bodies. You're willing to fight, so you are useful."
"Gee, thanks," Jason smirked and stirred the cream into his coffee with a spoon.
E waited until the waitress dropped the basket of toast on the table uncerimoniously before asking the question she had been waiting for an answer to, "So how do we know the king is actually alive? How is that even possible? I watched him die with my own eyes."
Roy shook his head, "Well it wasn't on the transmission so it might not be verified. Or it might be something they don't want other Leaguers to know about. It might be just gossip."
"So, not true," Jason narrowed his eyes before looking over for E's reaction.
"That's good," She said quickly, electing to believe the easiest possible explanation, "Now they said they were here to find me?"
Roy bit his lip, "That's the thing. The official League broadcast said they needed you dead or alive. I'm going to assume they aren't here to be your friend. The unofficial line is, they are looking to do something bad with you. The League doesn't want to condemn you, but they also don't want to protect you, given recent….events."
E frowned, she didn't like thinking about what had happened with Tim and the Joker. It had to be done, someone had to do it. Jason shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up in every which direction, "And they still have you involved in League business?"
Roy nodded and reached over for a piece of toast. Jason looked up to E, seeing if she was thinking the same this he was. Roy ignored them and began spreading some strawberry jam onto the toast. He took a bite before looking up at their matching faces.
"Oh no," He shook his head, swallowing the bite quickly, "This is a bad idea guys."
"I mean," Jason looked to E with a concerned expression, "It's not the safest plan."
"But the best way to get the information we need," She nodded to him. It was dangerous, but she couldn't see another way inside.
Roy pursed his lips, "I don't like it. If we get caught, I'll get thrown off the League. And you'd probably die."
"But that's where I come in," Jason smiled looking deep into E's eyes. He would protect her at all costs. "I'm your man on the outside."
"More like we are your men on the inside," Roy muttered as he took another bite of toast.
"What happens after we get the information?" E asked, not quite sure how this was going to work.
"I can pull you out," Jason said confidently.
"So I call the League, tell them I've captured the fugitive. We can ask for a private sit down?" He paused. "Or I can find out where they are being held on Earth, see if we can pay them a little visit."
"At least if we pay them a visit, we can go in swinging and out swinging," E muttered, taking another sip, "I don't like the idea of quite literally being handed over to them. Even if we have an escape planned."
Jason nodded, "Okay then. We need to figure out where they are being held, what they want, and if the king is alive?"
"And anything else that might come up. Too much information about your opponent is never a bad thing," Roy took another bite of toast. It was almost like the olden days. Except the olden days never involved being complete outlaws from the Justice League. "I can't imagine that you have a plan for getting me back on the League after all this?"
"Isn't joining us and having our own League reward enough?" Jason chuckled, "Besides I can't imagine you like being in a room with the stuffiest group of squares in the known galaxy. Not fun at all."
Roy smirked and took another sip of his coffee, "While that is tempting, no."
Jason shook his head and rested his arm across the booth, "I know you don't exactly have a fondness for murder. But, wouldn't it be nice to get out of Green Arrow's shadow? To actually get revenge on Lex? To really let out all that anger you have inside?"
Roy shot him an angry look that said 'You're treading on dangerous territory, Todd.' Jason paused, "Hey I'm not saying that you become a crazy killer. Just do something. For once, just do what feels right. Do what you want to do, not because you think it's the 'right thing' or because someone told you to. Use your skill, and do whatever you want with it. Do something that feels good."
