rules: 1) don’t be an asshole 2) multi shipper (see read more below for verses) will only ship with 18+ writers/characters 3) au’s and elseworlds welcome 4) ooc and oc blogs are welcome to interact too! 5) no magic mind altering anons as Lucifer has safeguarded his mind and Zee put extra protections there, sorry! 6) this blog does not support creative ai of any kind, and you do not have my consent to use anything we write to train ai.
Please no minors, given the content that comes with writing a character like this.
Storylines I’d love to explore in prose listed HERE.
[please keep in mind that by nature of his characterization this blog will deal with themes such as drug and alcohol addiction and nsfw scenarios that may not always be tagged. ((Mun has very few triggers but if you want something tagged for blacklisting feel free to ask!)) Mun is over 18 and will write nsfw. Filter tw: suggestive and tw: nsfw to avoid.]
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Headcanons that probably matter and verses:
HEADCANONS
-> Currently using the alias Arsenal
-> Has his canonical adhd
-> They’ve retconned his age so much it’s confusing, but he’s around Dick’s age, which means only a couple years older than Jason, so it’s not weird. Don’t make it weird. I’ve been writing him at around 25.
-> Roy is a pansexual mess who will flirt with anyone of age who breathes, but he’s also fiercely loyal, so if you can look past that you’ve got a goofy friend for life.
-> After Amanda Waller faked her death and stole her, raising her to be a warrior, Lian is back as a teenager now who kept getting portalled around, and received training from Catwoman too.
-> His romantic thing with Cheshire is over, but he still co-parents with her and acts as civil as he can for their daughter’s sake.
-> He was raised by Brave Bow before Ollie, so he has that Diné (Navajo) background/heritage and tattoo that signifies he’s part of their family still. (Traditionally body markings are actually taboo to Navajo, but DC made this canon so I’m sticking to it. I was calling it ‘Navajo’ because it is the English term since I’ve seen online spaces with members using the term themselves, not to be disrespectful, but going forward Roy will refer to it as Diné.) He speaks the language and has taught Lian.
-> He is a recovering addict. He will not drink or do drugs with your muse, and if he does that means he needs help. Killer Croc (Waylon Jones) is still his sponsor.
-> Lost his arm, quite poetically, in a fight with @mank1ndsbadhab1t of all people, like the addict he is.
-> I’ve read everything I can find involving Roy, including wfa, so he’s a mix of different DC canons with those backgrounds when needed.
✨ VERSES ✨
-> Lore
-> Hellverse: verse with @john-brendan-knowles. Roy and John are now married. Donna has also claimed him in an Amazonian ritual as her lover. Due to time spent in Hell after Lian’s “death,” he is 34 there, but still looks mid twenties since he has demonic blood and ages slower. And he has wings thanks to Raven! Lian is back and a teenager now after shenanigans with Waller.
-> Starbird: verse with @gothams-star-seeker and @wally-is-fast @jason-is-alive. He’s on good terms with Jade in this verse too. Roy is also currently a werewolf.
-> Lostarrow: a universe in which Jade never told Roy about Lian, and he’s only just met her as a teenager. Navigating trying to get to know his daughter while having unresolved feelings about Jade.
-> Merlyn: in this verse, Roy was raised and trained by Malcolm Merlyn instead of Oliver Queen. In fact, he killed the Ollie of that universe to claim his title as best archery marksman. He also spent some time with the League Of Assassins there and is an active enemy of the Titans. He’s known as the Dark Archer, a title Merlyn gave him. He was never an addict in this world and was raised Catholic. (I will, on occasion and by request, write Jason in this verse too, [ @outlawknighted ] and Dick.)
-> Coming Soon (hit up my inbox if interested!)
I tag posts to keep track of them, not to set anyone apart as special, so don’t read too much into it!
Harley sat across from Roy icing down a new bruise.
"Remind me that baseball sliding ova' broken glass is not fun or makes me look bad ass. I freakin' hate healing faster," she grumbled as she had to cut her skin to pick out another shard of glass.
He chuckled at that. In truth a bruise was nothing compared to what he’d suffered in the past. “I never knew you could heal faster.”
"Oh did hookin' up with me drop you a peg in the nice/ evil scale," she chuckled. Her eyes moved over Roy's torso unashamed to sketch any scars or welts that decorated it.
" I just do not understand the sanctity of chances when so many are offered, but to those that can show a concept of reform it seems one strike 'en yer' out. It's alarming. Don't you worry yer' pretty eyes though. You haven't done anything I wouldn't have."
“No, pretty sure my friends started judging me during my heroin days,” he assured her, not wanting her to feel conflicted. “Doing wet work for the government for s while did me no favors. State sanctioned murders are still murders.”
"Well everyone likes ta' say why didn't ya' say somethin' 'en tha' argument sounds more like a breakup of a friendship. Heroin... not my thing but drinking I can get lost in a bottle. Mind ya' has ta' be a bad day. We all have vices. I just hope this isn't one cause I think we could be good ta' gether. I jus' ... I don't wanna hear someone say that I'm some crutch or some shit.
Fa' me I'm up for a chase. Killin' I didn't want to at first, but it got easier. Kids are a.. deal breaker. I can't jus' blow up compounds without lookin' inta' tha' details. I dealt with murderers 'en ratha' be with them ova' general population criminals. "
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Roy assured her, brushing the backs of his knuckles down one of her arms gently. “I don’t care about your past, but your future is of ever growing interest.”
"Ohhh I know I jus' know how media 'en other references might not be kind. Ratha' you ask me if ya' gotta worry."
She smirked as he mentioned her future.
" Like I said if ya' want sumptin' you jus' gotta ask. Not like I got a line out tha' door. NOwwww you... mmm afta' that wouldn't be surprised if tha' next door people heard. Maybe best highlight of tha' week."
"Odd cause most people tell me ta' shut it in my personal life. You also don't do tha' hair thing which I really like about you. I got some dark triggers 'en such but you neva' force down on me or rough me up fa' tha' sake of toppin'. It's fucked up people assume I'm inta' that."
His smirk faded a bit into a protective frown as he listened to her. “That is fucked up. I try not to assume anything in the bedroom.” For that very reason honestly. “I figure we’re partners in there, so we should both be enjoying it, you know?”
" Yer' smarter than most. I thought tha' tip off would be worked in a mental institution, has time in a system, also went on some missions on pain of death of gettin' their head blown off. Not ta' mention before tha' crime stuff. I guess thats why it's been easy to rush this kinda. You make me feel safe."
She look humbled for a moment before moving in for a kiss.
He knew her history, he’d read the file and heard her explain a little firsthand, and this was honestly the best compliment she could give him. Roy leaned into the kiss, reaching for her face with one of his hands.
“Keep that up and we won’t be on patrol for long,” he chuckled. “But no, nothing specific tonight. Just a few blocks where shit usually goes down that we can watch. 90% of patrol is boring.”
John moved his hand from the back of Roy's neck to his hair.
Your hair has gotten long... do you want me to cut it again?
He asked, looking at it to see how long it truly was. While john liked his longer hair, he knew why he kept it short and he respected, he only whined about it every so often.
Roy offered him a grateful smile as he sat down at the table and pulled up the news on his phone. He wanted to be sure nothing major was going on if he was taking a night off.
He waved a bit as he made his way over. It felt odd to be out in civilian clothes still, so he’d made sure he was armed covertly, but given how she’d been raised he didn’t think she’d mind if she noticed.
"Youll get the hang of it eventually. Just dont mess with the wrong people" she turned to go inside expecting her dad to follow. Inside it was clearly a mom and pop restaurant, there was maybe one or two other people there. She sat at a table
“Yeah I guess that kind of…work, takes you all over,” Roy replied, frowning. “She doesn’t…I mean, she probably killed in front of you knowing her, but she doesn’t make you participate does she?” What kind of childhood would that be? And Jade wanted to judge him?!
"i mean i come with her and i help out where i can but she doesnt usually let me finish a job like that." she shrugged and fidgetted with the knife on the table "Sometimes things happen though."
"I like it," she didnt really know any other life to go off of other than the movies and some people she saw on the street but they all seemed boring "its not like youve never killed anyone right?"
“But you’re just a kid. How could she ever…” he sighed. He didn’t want to be that guy—the one that bad mouthed his kid’s mom. “I’ve killed to survive. Not for money,” he clarified.
"So have I, Mom doesn't let me finish jobs like I said. Sometimes though," she flicked her own head "LazFreak gets out. Thats why I got benched, among other reasons"
“I’m sorry that’s all you’ve ever known,” he told her. He wasn’t judging, he was relating. He’d been Ollie’s attack dog the same way she seemed to have been weaponized by Jade.
“It’s good to have allies, and I have a lot of them. If they learned you were my daughter, the help would extend to you too,” Roy explained. “But that was stupid of me. I’m sure you have your own connections.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could have given you a different life away from all of the killing. Unfortunately it’s what your mom and I are good at, but I would have changed for you,” he explained. “Civilian life isn't so bad.”
“I don’t want to be the kind of man that speaks ill of your mother to you, but she robbed us both,” he acknowledged. “All we can do now is decide what the road going forward looks like. I want to be there for you if you want that.”
“I was stating a fact,” Roy pointed out. Gods he was so tired of these people assuming shit about him. “And literally said I didn’t plan to,” which he thought was big of him, all things considered, “so the threat isn't necessary.”
He sighed, relaxing just a bit—he hadn’t wanted to fight his daughter. “I don’t know you yet,” and it killed him, “or what she told you about me. I don’t know what to expect.”
Right, so nothing he was saying mattered and she’d made up her mind. Fantastic. Now he had to live up to her expectations to be good just as much as everyone else’s, and Roy was just tired.
“Sure if you want to look at it like that, but my hero friends wouldn’t agree.”
“Oh is that what you want?” he teased back. “Want me to wax poetic about how I see galaxies in your eyes and your soul near mine fills me with wonder? I can be romantic on occasion.”
He waved a bit as he made his way over. It felt odd to be out in civilian clothes still, so he’d made sure he was armed covertly, but given how she’d been raised he didn’t think she’d mind if she noticed.
"Youll get the hang of it eventually. Just dont mess with the wrong people" she turned to go inside expecting her dad to follow. Inside it was clearly a mom and pop restaurant, there was maybe one or two other people there. She sat at a table
“Yeah I guess that kind of…work, takes you all over,” Roy replied, frowning. “She doesn’t…I mean, she probably killed in front of you knowing her, but she doesn’t make you participate does she?” What kind of childhood would that be? And Jade wanted to judge him?!
"i mean i come with her and i help out where i can but she doesnt usually let me finish a job like that." she shrugged and fidgetted with the knife on the table "Sometimes things happen though."
"I like it," she didnt really know any other life to go off of other than the movies and some people she saw on the street but they all seemed boring "its not like youve never killed anyone right?"
“But you’re just a kid. How could she ever…” he sighed. He didn’t want to be that guy—the one that bad mouthed his kid’s mom. “I’ve killed to survive. Not for money,” he clarified.
"So have I, Mom doesn't let me finish jobs like I said. Sometimes though," she flicked her own head "LazFreak gets out. Thats why I got benched, among other reasons"
“I’m sorry that’s all you’ve ever known,” he told her. He wasn’t judging, he was relating. He’d been Ollie’s attack dog the same way she seemed to have been weaponized by Jade.
“It’s good to have allies, and I have a lot of them. If they learned you were my daughter, the help would extend to you too,” Roy explained. “But that was stupid of me. I’m sure you have your own connections.”
“I’m sorry. I wish I could have given you a different life away from all of the killing. Unfortunately it’s what your mom and I are good at, but I would have changed for you,” he explained. “Civilian life isn't so bad.”
“I don’t want to be the kind of man that speaks ill of your mother to you, but she robbed us both,” he acknowledged. “All we can do now is decide what the road going forward looks like. I want to be there for you if you want that.”
“I was stating a fact,” Roy pointed out. Gods he was so tired of these people assuming shit about him. “And literally said I didn’t plan to,” which he thought was big of him, all things considered, “so the threat isn't necessary.”
He sighed, relaxing just a bit—he hadn’t wanted to fight his daughter. “I don’t know you yet,” and it killed him, “or what she told you about me. I don’t know what to expect.”
Harley sat across from Roy icing down a new bruise.
"Remind me that baseball sliding ova' broken glass is not fun or makes me look bad ass. I freakin' hate healing faster," she grumbled as she had to cut her skin to pick out another shard of glass.
He chuckled at that. In truth a bruise was nothing compared to what he’d suffered in the past. “I never knew you could heal faster.”
"Oh did hookin' up with me drop you a peg in the nice/ evil scale," she chuckled. Her eyes moved over Roy's torso unashamed to sketch any scars or welts that decorated it.
" I just do not understand the sanctity of chances when so many are offered, but to those that can show a concept of reform it seems one strike 'en yer' out. It's alarming. Don't you worry yer' pretty eyes though. You haven't done anything I wouldn't have."
“No, pretty sure my friends started judging me during my heroin days,” he assured her, not wanting her to feel conflicted. “Doing wet work for the government for s while did me no favors. State sanctioned murders are still murders.”
"Well everyone likes ta' say why didn't ya' say somethin' 'en tha' argument sounds more like a breakup of a friendship. Heroin... not my thing but drinking I can get lost in a bottle. Mind ya' has ta' be a bad day. We all have vices. I just hope this isn't one cause I think we could be good ta' gether. I jus' ... I don't wanna hear someone say that I'm some crutch or some shit.
Fa' me I'm up for a chase. Killin' I didn't want to at first, but it got easier. Kids are a.. deal breaker. I can't jus' blow up compounds without lookin' inta' tha' details. I dealt with murderers 'en ratha' be with them ova' general population criminals. "
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Roy assured her, brushing the backs of his knuckles down one of her arms gently. “I don’t care about your past, but your future is of ever growing interest.”
"Ohhh I know I jus' know how media 'en other references might not be kind. Ratha' you ask me if ya' gotta worry."
She smirked as he mentioned her future.
" Like I said if ya' want sumptin' you jus' gotta ask. Not like I got a line out tha' door. NOwwww you... mmm afta' that wouldn't be surprised if tha' next door people heard. Maybe best highlight of tha' week."
"Odd cause most people tell me ta' shut it in my personal life. You also don't do tha' hair thing which I really like about you. I got some dark triggers 'en such but you neva' force down on me or rough me up fa' tha' sake of toppin'. It's fucked up people assume I'm inta' that."
His smirk faded a bit into a protective frown as he listened to her. “That is fucked up. I try not to assume anything in the bedroom.” For that very reason honestly. “I figure we’re partners in there, so we should both be enjoying it, you know?”
John moved his hand from the back of Roy's neck to his hair.
Your hair has gotten long... do you want me to cut it again?
He asked, looking at it to see how long it truly was. While john liked his longer hair, he knew why he kept it short and he respected, he only whined about it every so often.
Roy offered him a grateful smile as he sat down at the table and pulled up the news on his phone. He wanted to be sure nothing major was going on if he was taking a night off.
“Oh is that what you want?” he teased back. “Want me to wax poetic about how I see galaxies in your eyes and your soul near mine fills me with wonder? I can be romantic on occasion.”
Harley sat across from Roy icing down a new bruise.
"Remind me that baseball sliding ova' broken glass is not fun or makes me look bad ass. I freakin' hate healing faster," she grumbled as she had to cut her skin to pick out another shard of glass.
He chuckled at that. In truth a bruise was nothing compared to what he’d suffered in the past. “I never knew you could heal faster.”
"Oh did hookin' up with me drop you a peg in the nice/ evil scale," she chuckled. Her eyes moved over Roy's torso unashamed to sketch any scars or welts that decorated it.
" I just do not understand the sanctity of chances when so many are offered, but to those that can show a concept of reform it seems one strike 'en yer' out. It's alarming. Don't you worry yer' pretty eyes though. You haven't done anything I wouldn't have."
“No, pretty sure my friends started judging me during my heroin days,” he assured her, not wanting her to feel conflicted. “Doing wet work for the government for s while did me no favors. State sanctioned murders are still murders.”
"Well everyone likes ta' say why didn't ya' say somethin' 'en tha' argument sounds more like a breakup of a friendship. Heroin... not my thing but drinking I can get lost in a bottle. Mind ya' has ta' be a bad day. We all have vices. I just hope this isn't one cause I think we could be good ta' gether. I jus' ... I don't wanna hear someone say that I'm some crutch or some shit.
Fa' me I'm up for a chase. Killin' I didn't want to at first, but it got easier. Kids are a.. deal breaker. I can't jus' blow up compounds without lookin' inta' tha' details. I dealt with murderers 'en ratha' be with them ova' general population criminals. "
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Roy assured her, brushing the backs of his knuckles down one of her arms gently. “I don’t care about your past, but your future is of ever growing interest.”
"Ohhh I know I jus' know how media 'en other references might not be kind. Ratha' you ask me if ya' gotta worry."
She smirked as he mentioned her future.
" Like I said if ya' want sumptin' you jus' gotta ask. Not like I got a line out tha' door. NOwwww you... mmm afta' that wouldn't be surprised if tha' next door people heard. Maybe best highlight of tha' week."
John moved his hand from the back of Roy's neck to his hair.
Your hair has gotten long... do you want me to cut it again?
He asked, looking at it to see how long it truly was. While john liked his longer hair, he knew why he kept it short and he respected, he only whined about it every so often.
Roy offered him a grateful smile as he sat down at the table and pulled up the news on his phone. He wanted to be sure nothing major was going on if he was taking a night off.
