A/N: It's Roy's first night as a vigilante in Gotham. DPTTrocks: yes, she is. Read on and enjoy!

The following week was a blur for Roy. Bruce tested him on everything he'd been working on. They sparred for close to an hour without stopping while Roy used his new bow. He could pick out random streets from an unmarked map of the city. He knew the details of past cases, especially those of Batman's rogues gallery. Bruce didn't bother to test his archery skills, seeing as how there was no need. Eventually though, he had to admit to himself, Roy was more than ready.

The day of, Roy was in his room when Dick ran in. "Today's the day!" he shouted, somersaulting onto Roy's bed. "Are you ready?!"

"I hope so," Roy said.

"You are. Bruce wouldn't let you come if you weren't."

"That's true, I guess."

"Have you thought any more about your name?"

"Yeah."

"Got one?"

"No." Roy sighed. "I just… don't know what I should call myself." He gave Dick a strange look. "Why do you call yourself Robin?"

"My mom used to call me that. I picked it as kind of a…tribute to my parents."

"Oh. That's nice."

"Don't worry, you'll think of something."

"Thanks."

"I better go do my homework before we leave tonight. I'd hate to get benched on your first night."

"Have fun." Dick leaped off the bed and ran out of the room; making Roy wonder if he was capable of leaving in any other fashion. He laid back and stared up at the ceiling. 'How am I supposed to pick my name?' Any name would be fine, as long as it wasn't Speedy. He frowned. 'Something that has no connection to Oliver. Nothing that has anything to do with what he does.'

Nothing that tied Roy to all those deaths.

He squeezed his eye shut as guilt twisted his gut. 'I'm not responsible. I'm not responsible.' At least…that's what Bruce always told him. 'What would be a good name?' He put his hands over his face. 'No! I don't want to be like Oliver anymore! I don't want to be that weak anymore! If anything, I want to be strong and good. To have my own arsenal and be my own hero.'

— —

That night, the first thing Roy did was take the quiver off his suit and fill it with arrows. He placed them in carefully, trying to make sure he didn't set them off. Once he finished that he grabbed a bow and suited up. It was really nerve wrecking to be going on patrol again. "It's not Oliver. It's not Oliver. It's not Oliver," he reminded himself quietly as he secured the leg harness. He pulled the shoulder harness on, tightening it so his quiver was secure. The gloves were slipped on, as was the arm guard. "In…Out…In…Out…"

"Roy!" Roy took another breath. He grabbed his mask and walked out into the main area of the cave. "You look awesome!"

"Thanks…"

"Let me help you with the mask." Dick put some adhesive on the edges of Roy's mask. "There you go." Roy put it on, making sure to press it hard against his skin. "Ready?"

"Yes…"

"Do you have a name yet?" Batman asked him, pulling the cowl down over his face.

"Or should we just call you Arrow Boy?" Robin teased, securing his cape.

Roy squeezed his bow to try and alleviate his fear. "Arsenal."

"Arsenal… I like it! It's cool!"

Batman nodded. Good as any other name. Very different from Speedy. "I made this for you." He handed the strangely tipped arrow to the teen. "It's a grapple arrow. Shoot it at a building, then you retract the line from either end and the pieces fit back together."

"Thanks." Arsenal put the arrow in his quiver.

"Stay close to us tonight. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Batman sighed internally. 'Never mind. He's probably nervous.' He started walking to the bat-mobile. "Robin, Arsenal, let's go."

"To the bat-mobile!" Robin yelled.

Arsenal followed them, trying to keep himself calm. 'Just listen and don't miss any shots. Just listen and don't miss any shots.' Robin got in the back seat and Arsenal got in the front. He kept his bow in his hand the entire time. He didn't really know how patrol usually went for Batman and Robin, but he just hoped that he wouldn't mess up. Once they were in the city Batman hid the bat-mobile in an alley and Robin hopped out.

"Stay close," Batman instructed. He and Robin pulled out the grappling guns while Roy pulled out his grappling arrow. He shot the arrow up at the building. The line went taunt and he hit the retract button. He kept a grip on the second half of the arrow as it jerked him off the ground. Admittedly, he didn't know how the inner workings of the arrow were capable of this, but he was too nervous to concentrate on it. Once he was on the rooftop he put the two halves of the arrow back together and slipped it back into his quiver. He followed Batman and Robin across the rooftops. It didn't take long for them to find crime. The came across a group of seven men cornering three girls. Batman and Robin leaped into action, dropping down on the criminals. Arsenal followed closely behind. Robin kicked one of the men in the face, then grabbed the hood of his sweater as he flipped over them, pulling the man to the ground. Batman grabbed two more men by their necks and pulled them to the ground. Which left the other four to Arsenal.

He wasted no time drawing an arrow from his quiver and shooting down the barrel of the closest gun.

"What the-" the man balked at his now useless weapon. "How did he do that?!"

Arsenal kept firing, disabling the other three guns. One of the men suddenly fell to the ground from Robin sweeping his feet out from under him. Two of the men charged Arsenal. He shot an electroshock arrow at one of them, stunning him before he could reach the teen. The second one got close, but Arsenal ducked under his punch with ease and whacked the man in the head with his bow. The blow was hard enough to stun the man. Arsenal swallowed and looked around. All the bad guys were down and now Batman was handcuffing them.

"Catch!" Robin yelled, throwing a pair to Arsenal. "We don't want them getting away."

"Right." Arsenal knelt down and handcuffed the man's hands behind his back so he couldn't get away.

"The police should be on their way to collect them," Batman said. "Let's go."

Arsenal pulled his grapple arrow out of his quiver and shot it at the roof of a building. Soon, he was back on the rooftop. He took a deep breath. "You ok?" Robin asked him quietly as they followed Batman.

Arsenal nodded. "We didn't kill them. We just….handed them over to the police."

"That's what we do!"

"It's….different."

"Good different?"

"Yes. Good different."

Despite what the two boys thought, Batman heard their conversation. He didn't comment, but couldn't stop the positive feeling he got from Arsenal's reaction. In true Gotham fashion, they found another crime in progress in no time. Batman stopped on the edge of a building, looking down at the exchange below them. "What's going on?" Robin asked settling beside him. Arsenal stopped beside the bird, looking down at the scene below carefully. One man was handing another a wad of cash. Make that several wads of cash. This was a scene he recognized.

"A deal," he responded quietly, mostly without thinking. "Guns or drugs. Most likely guns."

"What makes you say that?" Batman asked, genuinely curious.

"Most exchanges go down with the product on hand because it's a very tense situation. Guys who buy want their product, guys who sell want their money. No one trusts the others so we do it with both our guys watching each other, the product, and the money."

"What does that have to do with this?" Robin asked.

"Gun deals have extremely large amounts of cash, more than drugs because guns are so expensive and worth so much. Duffel bags full. There's no product around here, so this must be a down payment. It's far too small to be a full payment. More like a sign of trust than anything."

"When do you think the deal will go down?" Batman asked him, trying to gauge Arsenal's deduction skills.

"Hard to tell. The guy on the right, the one receiving the money, follow him and he'll lead you to the leader."

"He'll have the guns," Robin said.

"He'll control the guns, he won't have them. They'll be in a separate location."

Batman nodded. "We'll follow him back to his hideout. We'll monitor and investigate this group to lead us to the guns."

"We definitely don't want more guns on the streets," Robin nodded.

"He's on the move," Arsenal noted as their target left the alley.

"I'm calling the Bat-mobile," Batman said.

"Won't he see us?"

"We'll follow at a good distance. Robin, did you drop a micro tracker on him?"

"Two," Robin replied.

"Micro tracker?" Arsenal asked.

"See?" Robin turned his wrist computer on. He quickly typed in a few things and pulled up a circle grid with a blinking light. "He's moving north."

"Toward the Narrows?"

"Yeah."

"We'll follow behind in a few minutes."

"He just turned east. He's not heading to the Narrows anymore."

"He's trying to throw off potential tails," Arsenal said. "The buyers. Rivals. Us."

Robin smirked. "It's a pointless effort."

"Let's go," Batman told them. Robin and Arsenal followed him down to the ground. Truthfully, Arsenal hadn't known the Bat-mobile had an autopilot feature, but he wasn't really surprised. They got in and followed the trail of the gun dealer. "Where is he now Robin?"

"Still heading east- No wait. Now's he's going south. He's backtracking."

"He's a pro," Arsenal said.

"Not pro enough to beat us."

"Robin," Batman warned him.

"He's heading back towards the Narrows again." Once he was in the neighborhood, the guy only drove for 10 minutes before reaching his destination. "He's stopped." He looked out the window. "Batman the bat signal is up."

"We'll have to come back to this case." Batman pulled a U-turn and drove towards the Gotham Police Department. He really, really hoped no one broke out of Arkham. He didn't want the very first night Arsenal was on patrol to be his introduction into the craziest of the crazy. Especially Joker. The last thing he wanted was for Arsenal to have to deal with Joker on his first night. He was still half expecting Arsenal to freak out at any moment; given what he'd been through with Green Arrow. So far though, he'd been calm and focused on the task at hand. It actually impressed Batman that he could do so well. In a matter of minutes, they were on the roof of the police station. "Commissioner."

Gordon turned around. "Batman." A familiar red, green, and a bright figure jumped out of the shadows, did a flip, and landed next to Batman. "Robin." He couldn't hide his shock when a third figure stepped out of the darkness. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the archer.

"He's Arsenal," Robin explained. "He's new."

"Where do you find these kids?"

"What do you need Commissioner?" Batman asked.

"There's been a break-in at the Art Museum."

"What was taken?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Robin asked in confusion. "Who breaks into a museum without taking anything?"

"I have a hunch. See, the art museum was hosting two priceless Ancient Egyptian statues, but they were moved to be displayed in the history museum. The two statues in question are in the shape of cats."

Robin sighed and hung his head while Batman's mouth tightened. "Catwoman."

"Yes." Gordon looked away to grab a paper from the officer behind him. "I already sent some officers-" Batman was gone. "Typical."

"Hey Commissioner," the officer said as his boss turned off the Bat signal. "Did you notice something weird about that archer kid Bats has?"

"I'm still wondering where Batman found him. Although, he does match the description Commissioner Lance gave me for Green Arrow's partner if that's what you're referring to."

"That psycho has a sidekick?" another cop asked.

"Used to. I guess no one's seen him in a few months. Now all of a sudden Batman has a new kid working with him who matches the description."

"Coincidence?"

"With Batman, there's no such thing."

"Think Batman kidnapped him?"

"No, but you've heard about what Green Arrow does. That kid is probably better off with Batman."

— —

"Do you think Catwoman will try to break in tonight?" Robin asked as they crept across the rooftop of the Gotham History Museum.

"Catwoman?" Arsenal asked. She hadn't been in the cases he studied.

"She's a thief who steals cat related items or really shiny stuff." He lowered his voice. "Also Batman has a crush on her."

"I heard that Robin," Batman said.

"It's still true." He smirked when Batman didn't deny it. They came across an open skylight with a rope tied to a nearby pipe. "Looks like she's here." Instead of answering, Batman simply took out his grappling hook and lowered himself inside. Robin and Arsenal followed both landing silently on the floor. Arenal slipped an arrow out of his quiver and nocked it to his bowstring.

"Robin, you and Arsenal go from the right."

"Ok. Come on Arsenal." Arsenal followed Robin through the museum. They crept past several displays and rounded a corner into another room. Robin pulled out a bat-a-rang and Arsenal pulled the bowstring back. There was a woman dressed in black who was halfway through putting a foot tall statue in her bag, who froze when she saw them

"Hello Kitten," she smiled at Robin. Her eyes traveled to Arsenal. "Do you have a new friend?"

"Put them back," Batman said, stepping out of the darkness.

"Can't I just keep one?"

"No."

"You're no fun." She moved her to Batman. Arsenal frowned as she put the hand on his chest. "Does the museum really need two? I would appreciate them so much more."

"Put them back."

She flashed a smile at him. Instead of answering she did a backflip as he reached for her. Batman and Robin both went after her, trying to pin her down. She was fat though, moving between them with apparent ease. Arsenal took a step back. He watched their movements for a minute before aiming his arrow. He released it and it cut the strap of her bag. Robin dove forward and caught the bag, somersaulting out of the fray with it. Catwoman gave Arsenal a look he couldn't really identify. "Convenient kid you got. What's your name?"

"Arsenal," he said.

Catwoman sighed. She eyed the bag, which Robin had a tight grip on. "Guess I'll be going-" She began backtracking away from the boys, but unfortunately Batman was standing right behind her and immediately grabbed her arms when she turned around.

"You're not going anywhere," he said.

"Really now Batman, is this any way to treat a lady?" She looked to the right where Robin and Arsenal were putting the statues back. "Where did you get the new kid?" She didn't get an answer, which only peaked her interest more. "Come on, give me something. Why did you add an archer to the group?" Still no answer. Instead, Batman simply started handcuffing her. "Fine, fine, have it your way." At that moment several Gotham police officers came around the corner.

"We thought we saw movement in here," one of them said.

"The statues she tried to take have been returned," Batman said, gently handing her over to the officers.

"Good thing you were Batman. You too Robin."

Robin was mildly surprised he didn't seem to notice Arsenal. 'I know the GCPD doesn't always have the smartest officers, but this is kind of ridiculous.' Fortunately, that was a sentiment not shared his colleagues, who definitely noticed the new addition, but wisely didn't comment. Batman simply left, Robin and Arsenal following closely behind. "That was fast. Normally she's a lot harder to catch."

"Arsenal's presence might've thrown her off," Batman replied. They got up to the roof and headed for the Batmobile. "She wasn't expecting him to cut the bag from a distance. She had no idea what to expect from him. No one will." While he knew that would work with many criminals, he couldn't count on it working with the whole rogues gallery. All it would take is one Arkham inmate to see Arsenal and the others would all know to expect him the next time they broke out. Smarter villains like Riddler would probably be able to adapt his plans on the fly with the new vigilante. There was no telling how Joker would react, but if his introduction to Robin was anything to go by, surprise was the absolute best case scenario. 'At least Selina was the first big name he had to take down.' Which Batman was actually a little grateful for. She was far less dangerous than anyone from Arkham (to him at least) and it had been a good first take-down of a Gotham villain for Arsenal. Even if Batman knew the others wouldn't go write this well.

After the museum, it was back to the gun dealers. Batman wanted to track down the buyers as well, but that would require spitting up. Normally he wouldn't really hesitate. Have Robin stake-out the sellers and report back while he went after the buyers. However, with Arsenal, he was hesitant to split them up. The teen was definitely not ready for any solo tasks, even if Robin was with him. Batman also knew Robin's general presence was probably a contribution to Arsenal's calm demeanor that night. So all three of them staked out the apparent headquarters of the gun sellers. "Arsenal you wait here," Batman instructed. "This road would be the fastest way to the harbor. If Robin sees anyone leave, then he'll alert you and you be on the lookout for that car heading that way. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Arsenal said. Staking-out gun traffickers was a familiar territory for him. Batman and Robin left him and he dropped down onto the rooftop. There was a small ledge he used to hide behind. He grabbed a small pair of binoculars from one of his pouches and started watching the road. He couldn't see where Batman or Robin were, but he supposed that was because they were Batman and Robin. He settled down and watched the road carefully.

"How's it going Arsenal?" Robin asked over the comms.

"Uh….fine."

"Do you enjoy a good stakeout?"

"Not really…"

"Same. Stake-outs are boring. Kicking bad guys in the face is way better."

Arsenal had different reasons for hating stake-outs. Green Arrow wasn't exactly known for having excellent patience. If things took too long, which they definitely could sometimes, it would lead to bad things for Speedy. If nothing happened at all that night, he'd be taking his mentor's frustrations. On the other hand though, when stake-outs led them to big name traffickers, Green Arrow would be in a great mood when they got home. It was this uncertainty that had made Speedy really dread having to do stake-outs. 'It's not going to be like that this time,' he told himself silently. 'It's not going to be like that.' He kept his gaze on the street below, watching for any kind of movement. He hadn't moved at all in at least a couple of hours when Robin's voice suddenly alerted him over the comms.

"There's two SUV's leaving the area. Black with tinted windows."

"They're heading down my road," Arsenal said. "Towards the harbor."

"To the Bat-mobile." They met Batman at the Bat-mobile and Robin continued to track the vehicles. "They're still heading to the harbor."

"Hopefully the deal is going down tonight," Batman said. Arsenal hoped so too. They once again hid the Bat-mobile and took to the rooftops of the buildings. The smell of the sea still caught Arsenal by surprise. 'Guess that's what growing up in the desert will do to you.' He landed next to Batman, who looked to Robin.

"They're in the shipping import."

"They're probably keeping the guns there." They ran from rooftop to rooftop, easily leaping over the gaps. Arsenal was slightly amused by Robin flipping every so often. Soon the buildings became shipping crates. They followed Robin's directions until they were near the men. Batman settled into the shadows, Robin pulling himself lower to conceal the brighter colors under his cape. He was only slightly surprised to see Arsenal making himself hidden as well.

"Are there guns in there?"

"We can't see from this vantage point. Arsenal, sneak down there. We need to know if they have the guns here."

Arsenal swallowed and nodded. "Ok." He slipped away and easily lowered himself to the ground on the backside of the shipping crate.

"Why did you send him?" Robin asked in a hushed tone.

"He's more than capable," Batman replied.

Meanwhile, Arsenal was slowly making his way to the men. He darted across the open road, stopping when he was in the shadows of the shipping crates on the other sides. Moving with practiced ease, he snuck closer until he could see their crates. Unfortunately, he couldn't see inside from the distance. "I can't see inside the crates, it's too dark," he said into his comm. "Wait. There's movement." One of the men turned around and Roy saw the gun in his hand. "One of the men has an assault rifle."

"We don't want that on the streets," Batman growled.

"Looks like it might be what they're selling." He watched as the man put it in a trunk, not unlike the one Oliver used to shut him in, and he was convinced. "This is where they're keeping the guns."

"Take them down." Arsenal stepped out of the shadows and nocked an arrow to his bow in the same movement. He shot an electroshock arrow at the man holding the assault rifle, sending him down. The others reacted in a predictable fashion, drawing their guns and pointing them at the young archer. This was a familiar sight for him though, and he moved almost without thinking. He started shooting arrows down their gun barrels, moving to dodge the bullets that were coming at him. Of course, none of his shots missed and by the time Batman and Robin dropped down on them, most of the guns had been disabled. Arsenal joined in the fight, pulling off fast shots that took out guys at the knee or by stunning them. He saw one guy grab one of the assault rifles and point it at Batman. He reacted instinctually and shot an arrow down the gun barrel, then at the man's hands, forcing him to abandon the weapon. Robin took over from there, cackling as he flipped onto the man's shoulders and used his momentum to bring him down. Batman didn't miss the assist from Arsenal. The teen kept up his assault, smoothly going from punching someone to shooting someone else several feet away. With most of the men incapacitated, Batman took the opportunity to grab the man who looked like he could be the leader. He picked him up by his shirt and slammed him into the heart shipping crate. "Who were you selling these too?"

"I ain't talking Bat," the man said.

Batman simply snarled and climbed up the shipping crate, dragging the man with him. He dropped the man back to the ground. It wasn't far enough to seriously hurt him, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him. Momentarily unable to breathe combined with the sight of the Big Bad Bat of Gotham suddenly descending on him, with his cape spread wide, was enough to terrify the man. Batman leaned over him."Who were you selling the guns to?"

Apparently oblivious to the interrogation, Robin and Arsenal were busy making sure all the men were secure. "Good thing we caught these guys when we did,o" Robin noted. "Or these guns could've done some serious damage." Arsenal nodded. Robin glanced to his left. "Is the interrogation bothering you?" He was pretty used to Batman's methods, but given Arsenal's background, he wondered if his friend could stand it. To his surprise, Arsenal shook his head.

"Trust me, Green Arrow's were way worse," he replied.

"Really?"

"At one point a newspaper referred to them as 'borderline torture'."

"Torture? Really?"

"They weren't exactly wrong."

"Robin, Arsenal," Batman said, calling them over. The joined him and followed him to their original vantage point. "I have the information we need and called the police." Once they were hidden again, they watched the men to make sure no one got away. "We'll wait until they arrive so we know the men are in custody."

"What kind of info did you get?" Robin asked.

"Information on who was buying the guns and the scope of the operation. It's larger than I thought. We'll need to dismantle it."

"At least they lost this shipment."

"They'll replace it," Arsenal said absentmindedly. "As soon as word reaches the top guy he'll have a new shipment ordered." He realized Batman and Robin were both looking at him. "Sorry." They heard the approaching sirens and soon the cops began arriving on the scene. The three vigilantes mad ether exit back to the Bat-mobile.

"Where to next?!" Robin asked excitedly.

"For you two? Home," Batman said.

"Awww…."

"It's a school night."

"Even for Arsenal?"'

"Yes, even for Arsenal." Robin sighed but knew it would be useless to argue. "Arsenal."

"Yes, Batman?" Arsenal asked cautiously.

"How did you know so much about the gun traffickers?"

Arsenal looked down at the bow in his lap. "Trafficking is a huge problem in Star. Drugs. Guns. People. We had to deal with things like that almost every other week."

"I'm assuming you had to….deal with the traffickers a lot."

"If by deal you mean Green Arrow killed them all, then yes."

"The city still suffered from the trafficking though?"

"We could take out an entire stronghold and two more groups would pop up to take their place."

"That sounds frustrating," Robin noted.

"Yes, Green Arrow would get very frustrated sometimes." Arsenal stopped talking, but Batman let it go. The teen got lost in his sudden memories of Green Arrow slaughtering dozens of people, or beating Roy, blaming the sudden increase in traffickers on his stupidity and incompetence in the field. He was so lost in thought he was surprised to discover they'd already arrived at the Bat Cave. He and Robin got out and were greeted by Alfred.

"How was patrol sirs?" Alfred asked.

"Arsenal helped us take down some gun traffickers! He's really smart about this stuff, you should've seen it." Robin beamed proudly. Arsenal frowned when the Bat-mobile left again. "Don't worry," Robin said to the look on the teen's face. "He always goes out again after he drops me off. It's still early for him."

"However, it is not early for the two of you. I expect you two upstairs and in bed within the hour."

"Yes, Alfred."

"Yes, Alfred," Arsenal said. He took off his mask and changed out of his suit. 'I was able to not be completely incompetent tonight,' he thought with some pride as he followed Dick upstairs into the Manor. 'I was useful.' It made him relax a little bit. 'I was useful. Good job.'

— —

The sight of his home on the reservation filled Roy with joy. A smile lit up across his face and he was running inside before he had time to process it. "Brave Bow?!" he called, running in through the screen door; which still screeched when he opened it. "Brave Bow?" Confusion crept in on him when he discovered the house was empty. There was no furniture, no pictures, nothing. Roy turned around, craning his neck to get a good look at the small place. "Brave Bow?"

"Roy?" Roy spun around. Brave Bow stood in the center of the room with his hands behind his back.

"Brave Bow!" Roy ran to him and gave him a hug. "I've missed you so much."

Brave Bow pushed him away, putting his hands on his shoulders. "Roy, what've you done?"

"Done? I-I don't understand…"

"You helped a killer."

"You mean Oliver?"

"You brought him to our home. A man who murdered so many."

"I-I didn't know…. When he was on the reservation, when I first met him, I swear I didn't know!"

"I thought I taught you better."

"Brave Bow….please…"

"You've disappointed me, Roy."

"What? I-I did it to honor you. To honor what you taught me."

"By killing people?"

"I never killed anyone…."

"You helped him."

"I'm sorry…"

"I thought I raised you to be stronger than that."

Roy bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"You're not my son."

Roy lifted his head up, but Brave Bow was gone. "No! Brave Bow?!" He looked around, but his adopted father was nowhere to be found. "Brave Bow! Please don't leave me! Please, I'm sorry!" He stopped when a strange smell reached him. "What-" Flames suddenly sprung up all around the edges of the room. Roy started coughing as smoke seemed to be taking up more of the air every second. He ran for the door, but when he got there he discovered that the flames were preventing him from getting out. He backed up, putting his arm over his mouth. The flames were now eating their way up the walls of the house. He coughed and choked on the smoke. "Help!" he shouted. "Help!" He knew it was useless though. No one was around. He was completely alone. "Someone please help me!" Roy knelt down, trying to get away from the thick smoke. It stung his eyes, making them water.

'No one's coming,' he thought miserably, coughing again. 'No one's going to save me.' He heard a creaking sound and then a snap! and looked up just in time to see a burning chunk of the roof failing towards him.

"Ah!" he yelled, jerking awake. he gasped and turned on the lamp near his bed. Alfred had placed it there due to the number of times he'd wake up during the night. He inhaled in quick shallow gasps. Shaking his head, Roy turned off the light and laid back down. He probably wasn't going back to sleep, though. He curled up into a ball under the blankets. "I'm sorry Brave Bow," he whispered. Tears leaked past his closed eyelids and slipped down his cheeks. He whimpered and let out a quiet sob. "I'm so sorry Dad. Please, please forgive me."