I've been running out of ideas as of late, so I whipped up a short chapter for Keeping Distance, Courting Disaster.
Fear not, dear readers, for I have more to write in the future!
Up, up, and away! *flies*
Disclaimer: Cross my heart and hope to die, DC Entertainment/Cartoon Network, please spare my life.
Do. Not. Own.
After confessing to Kid Flash about his sexuality, Red Arrow tried to speed up the conversation by being brisk and cutting to the chase rather than sticking around. He couldn't see the kid in his current state, yet Barry had asked him to tag along to make his nephew feel better. In a way, he was half-forced to. Part of him did want to comfort his friend, but he said enough to let him know how much he cared. He had other things to do. Not right now, but tomorrow he did have to take out some drug lords that needed to be captured. He had let them go on far too long. The decision to get a good night's rest was starting to sound even more alluring that it had been before.
Roy walked a few blocks out of the sewers where the beam transmitted him to and spotted his motorbike hidden underneath pieces of scrap metal in the dark alleyway beyond. He picked up the metals, tossing them inside and lifted the kickstand of his motorcycle up as he revved the engine to bring it to life. A sparkling object on the ground caught this eye as he bent down to pick it up. The object was a silver chain. Probably from some gang member, Roy didn't really care. Finders keepers, loser's weepers, they say. There's no point in feeling bad about taking it if no one was around to claim it. Besides, the necklace was pure silver! That could buy the archer more arrows. And maybe pay some rent. He shook his head of the thought. I'll keep it for now. Never know when someone may want it back.
He soon found himself speeding along the path leading to his apartment. All of the roads leading to the building were clear of traffic, the traffic lights glowed green; a perfect night for speeding without getting pulled over. Once he got inside the flat, he removed the Kevlar suit and cargo shorts, replacing them with a pair of black gym sweats and t-shirt. He dug inside the pockets of his other clothes to fetch the necklace. Satisfied after verifying that the object for a second time wasn't made of fake silver, he put the chain on. Might as well see how this thing looks on me. He found a mirror close by to observe on a scale of gangster to Eminem how it looked on him. He grimaced when he decided he looked more Jersey Shore than any of the above. Instantly, he removed it and quickly made his way to the bed in his bedroom. He closed his eyes, wrapping the navy-blue comforter around him. The world would have to deal with Red Arrow another day. Right now, the archer deserved a good night's rest.
Today had been a long day. A day Roy wished he didn't have to face again, but he knew the worst was yet to come. Not for him, at least in terms of speaking who'd be the one to suffer. The one who would have to go through some sort of pain would be Wally's father. Rudolph would find out soon enough.