WARNINGS: short, angsty, roy-centric

ALERT*** MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS FOR SELF HARM AND SUICIDE

this is based off a pic my friend sen me from 9gag.

dont own. derp.


Roy stretched slightly, blinking in the harsh darkness of the game room. The movie, Monster's Inc, had just ended, and the little white letters flying down the screen gave the archer a headache. He groaned softly and shifted, moving to turn on a small table lamp next to him. He looked around him and smirked lightly.

Wally was lying on his face on the couch, his little rump up in the air as he hugged a pillow to his face, snoring loudly. The speedster's legs laid over Dick's lap as the tiny boy cuddled his body in to Roy's side, his fingers curled around the archer's long-sleeved shirt.

Roy rolled up his sleeve and scratched the bandage beneath it. His fingers twitched towards his pocket, but he shook his head, turning to the clock. A frown came over his lips. It was nine, around the time he would go lock himself in the bathroom and take to his newest bad habit.

The archer squirmed, torn between not wanting to wake Dick and wanting to go run away and be in solitude. He didn't have to wait long, though, as the decision was made for him. Baby blue eyes blinked open, long eyelashes fluttering as the boy focused on his 'big brother'.

″W-Woy?″ he questioned softly, rubbing his eyes. ″Awe we goin' to bed now?″

Roy smiled at the tired slurring of the little boy's voice and ruffled his hair. ″Yeah, bud, I think we should.″

Roy was about to sit up, but Dick stopped him with a hand tugging on his shirt. Roy turned and blinked at the younger, frowning. ″What is it, Dickie?″

Then, Roy saw Dick's eyes focused on his bandages. Roy swore at the sight of dried blood and began to roll his sleeves down. Dick stuck out a small hand to stop him, now fully awake. Roy bit his lower lip as the little boy began to unravel the bloody gauze. How do I explain this to him?

Dick's eyes widened as he saw the dozens of small, methodical cuts on Roy's arm, traveling from his inner wrist to his elbow. All of the cuts were differently colored. Some were pink and healing, while others were white scars. Several, though, were a screaming red from newness.

″Dickie, I-″ Roy began quickly, only to be cut off.

″I know where you got those,″ Dick spoke confidantly, nodding to himself. His baby blues never left Roy's arm, but he continued talking. ″I've seen them before. My cousin had them.″

Roy's face fell, and he felt a pang at his heart. Dick continued, not noticing Roy's sudden sadness. ″He said mean people put them on your body when they weren't nice to you, because if people are mean to you, you end up being mean to yourself...″ Dick turned Roy's hand in his, inspecting the older boy's wrist with a scrunched-up nose.

″What... What else did your cousin say?″ Roy asked quietly, stroking Dick's hair as the boy held onto his fingers with a death grip.

Dick shook his head. ″That was the last time I talked to him. My cousin went away. Mamica always said he went on vacation... I guess he just liked it too much to come back. I still miss him...″ Dick's eyes lowered to his lap, and he sniffled. Suddenly, the little boy's head snapped up, and his big blue eyes peered into Roy's. It took the archer aback, but what the boy said next was even worse.

″Don't go on vacation, W-Woy... Pwease...″

Dick sniffled, rubbing his wet eyes as he cried quietly.

Roy sat there for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then, he scooped Dick into his arms and hugged him tightly, tears rushing down Roy's face rapidly. His shoulders shook as he pulled Dick as close as he could.

Roy couldn't remember ever crying that hard in front of someone in his life.

″I promise, Dickie,″ Roy murmured against the boy's coal black hair. ″I p-promise, I will never go on vacation forever... I'll come home, I'll stay home, I promise...″

There was a loud yawn that interrupted the two, and Wally sat up in his seat. His hair was pushed over to one side and his face was red as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. ″Whaaaaaa-s goin' on?″ he yawned, frowning at the TV. ″Aww... the movie's over!″

Roy quickly rubbed away his tears, grinning. ″Don't worry. We can watch another.″ Roy's eyes met Dick's. ″Any movie you want, Dickie. Anything.″

Dick bit his lip half in thought, half trying to hold back tears. ″L-Lilo an' Stitch?″

Roy nodded. ″Sure, buddy.″

As Roy put the movie in, he heard Dick and Wally fighting in the background. He turned and smiled at the scene. Dick had Wally in a scissor hold with his legs as the speedster was hitting his younger friend in the head with a pillow. Dick kept opening and shutting his jaw, rolling his eyes around as he made a funny face and yelled, ″Ya ya ya ya ya!″ every time Wally hit him.

Roy's fingers twitched towards his pocket, and he pulled out a small razor.

He looked from the razor to Dick, then to Wally, then back to the razor.

Swiftly, the archer tossed the small blade down the waste disposal, smirking as he heard a satisfactory churning of metal. Turning back to the game room, Roy jumped on top of the two boys, making them both scream and giggle. Roy pulled Wally under his arm and picked Dick up by his ankle, laughing loudly.

Roy didn't need to go on vacation when he had two little rascals to play with at home.


poop ending is poop.

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