"I know you…You’re the guy from the bar…"
Narrowing his eyes, Roy racked his brain trying to remember— had he met someone at a bar recently? The red head snorted, regretting the subconscious reaction instantly as even that much movement sent searing pain through his shoulder. The commander groaned, swaying on his feet, but continued to force himself to think, unwilling to let this man have the upper hand. He had been to a lot of bars since returning to Gotham, and John was such a common name, it seemed unlikely that Roy would remember the other man. Still, the red head didn’t know himself to be much of a talker when he went out for a drink, especially not to other people, so there couldn’t be many options.
Vaguely, the man recalled him, an obstinate fellow who wouldn’t take no for an answer until Roy was swapping life stories and drinks. Shit. Smooth move Roy. It was like a one night stand gone wrong— sloppy, drunk sex that Roy was really hoping he’d never have to take credit for by seeing the person again when they were sober. Except, this kind of meeting had involved deep emotions, and the red head thought briefly, that was much worse.
"Yeah. I remember." Not completely a lie; the night was there, albeit in bits and pieces. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have said anything that night, shouldn’t have visited a bar so close to home, shouldn’t have been so careless. It brought back the blaring thought that at a time like this, having a team would have come in a shit ton of handy, but he couldn’t dwell on that now. It could be a coincidence that this John guy kept finding him, catching him off guard whenever he was weak, but life had taught Roy to never take anything at face value. Not that he could do much to fight back in his current state, but the Commander always seemed to find a way.
Taking another moment to remember if he had left any blaring clues to his nightly activities out in the open of his apartment, Roy nodded his head slowly.
"Yeah. Got a place… few blocks from here. A walk up on the.. north side…" At least if they made it to Roy’s apartment, he had weapons there. It was well known turf to him, and if John was up to something, he could get the upper hand there, injury or not. Green eyes watched John as he stepped forward and then away, as if he were hesitant to touch him. Was he really just playing innocent?
Attempting to take a step forward, the red head stumbled, catching himself with a quick reach to grab John’s shoulder.
"You could.. off’r a hand y’know. I’ve only got one— ‘less you’re into watching injured people struggle." His words slurred a bit as he spoke, speaking was difficult by now but knowing that if he made the effort to snark, it would at least keep him focused, he continued.
"Woah… no way. There’s a knife… in my arm?" Roy shifted to lean some of his weight on John, an accomplishment not too difficult, even with the man’s added height. He has to steer thoughts away from how this happened now, and hope that he could distract John by being a jerk. It worked with most one night stands, why not this one?
"S’it bad?" Sighing, Roy took a few shaky steps, beginning to lead John in a slow crawl towards his humble abode.
"This way. Like a said s’just a few blocks… and don’t worry about causing me more pain. It’s a better alternative to being dead."
