Ok, so since I'm so psyched about this story, I sat down and wrote another one shot. This isn't a request one, but the next one will be. It'll probably be either paintball or Roy and Tim bonding over pranking someone, most likely Nightwing or Clone Roy.
Oh, and as a note, for the rest of this story, Original Roy will be referred to as his new name, Will or William. Clone Roy will be Roy.
Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own neither of the Roys. I do, however, own everything else in this little story. I think.
Normal friends
The newly renamed William Harper, Will for short, stared up at his older clone.
"You…want me to what?"
Roy scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Well… a bunch of my friends and I are having this get together thing, and they're all bringing their little sibling or cousin and whatever, and I've been talking about you lately, so now they all want to meet my little cousin William. And it'll be good for you to make some non-hero friends. So, do you want to come?"
Will blinked. "I… um… sure. Sounds like fun."
Roy smiled.
Roy and Will walked up to the group sprawled over 4 different picnic blankets. When Roy said a bunch of his friends, he really meant a lot. Roy had explained that most of these people were college buddies- he had started taking some classes after he began to get his act together. As Will looked around, he spotted a group of younger people goofing off on the side. Roy squeezed his shoulder gently and called out to his friends. They looked up and called greetings. One of them asked, "Hey, is that the famous William you've been talking about?" Roy grinned and replied, "Yup. This is Will, my cousin, although he's really more like my brother. He's probably cooler than all of you combined." At this, good natured insults started flying. Will watched as his clone relaxed and joked around, becoming a lighter person than when he was with the team.
After a few minutes of introductions, Will found himself with the group of younger kids. "So, tell us about you Will." One of the boys, Ryan, said. Will thought for a second.
"Um, well, I'm Will, obviously. Roy's… cousin. There's really not that much to say about me."
He seemed uncomfortable, so the boys moved on. The truth was, Will still wasn't really sure who Will Harper was. Considering this was the first time since he'd been rescued that he was around people who didn't know what had happened to him, he was a little nervous. Soon though, he was laughing and chatting with the other boys.
Things went downhill when they headed towards the pool in the park.
The prosthetic arm that Roy wore was still one of the new models, and one of its shortcomings was that if it got wet (really wet, not just a drop or two) it needed to be dried immediately or it would start to fall apart. Roy had every intention of staying out of the pool and avoid drawing attention to his missing limb.
That plan flew out the window when the boys, calling him out for not joining the pool, joined forces to throw him in the pool.
"Shit!" Will cursed, quickly climbing out of the pool. "Pass me a towel!" He shouted to the boy closest to him. The boy, Mike rolled his eyes and tossed him a towel. "It's just water, Will, it's not gonna kill-" His voice died out as Will began fiddling with his arm. Mike's eyes almost popped out of his head when Will pulled his arm off. "What the hell?"
"Prosthetic arm." Will answered tersely. "Doesn't mesh well with water. I need to dry it immediately or it won't really function anymore."
Mike blinked. "Oh. Sorry dude, we didn't realize."
"It's fine."
The boys watched silently as Will took care of the arm.
Finally, Ryan spoke up. "You know, when we say 'tell us something about you', having a prosthetic arm falls under that category."
With that, the tension was broken, and the boys began laughing and goofing around again. As Will refastened his arm and checked to make sure it worked, he smiled. Maybe Roy had been right. Having some normal friends would be good for him.