* HEADLINE : CLOSE SAVE, SUPERMAN!
congratulations , roy , you’ve only gone and done it again. another impossible situation — deadly odds that should probably lead to certain doom. at least , that’s what any sane person would bet on. a regular old human hanging by a wire on top of a crane didn’t give very encouraging odds for survival. it was the same old usual thing with roy. get himself into some kind of situation — one costumed guy or other wrecking some sort of havoc — come up with a bizarre plan to get it handled , which usually works — often times at his own expense. this was very much one of those times. in this case , said plan left him hanging off this crane by one leg , sunglasses fallen to the ground and probably destroyed , hair blowing in the wind , and his life hinging on how long this wire can handle supporting his weight while being suspended.
head simply hanging downward , blood rushing towards it , roy closed his eyes. he’d already tried everything he could at this point , be it trying to reach for an arrow or cutting the wire down with a knife and hoping to figure something out on the way down. nothing seemed to work. going deep in thought was about the only thing he could do right now. you’ve survived far worse than this . . . he kept reassuring himself. and he has. something like this seemed like a mere inconvenience compared to some of the usual threats to his life. even so , his mind couldn’t help but race with worry. what if this was he goes out? a simple fall from the sky and he’d be gone. always so careful and meticulous , chasing perfection and calculating every possible step , trying to make sure he always made it home for lian — yet it could all dwindle away thanks to some stupid mistake. just . . . think about lian. you’ll make it out of this. you have to. even if it was by nothing but his sheer arrogance.
he felt a quick breeze come towards him — slightly different than the other ones from this height. one eye slowly opened to see a familiar red and blue , and an ‘ s ’ that looked about the same even from this angle. it was only then that the sigh of relief came. “ hey there , supes. i’ve just been , um . . . hanging out? great view from up here — you should try flying upside down sometime , i’d highly recommend it ! ”
it is a tumultuous world to exist in . extraterrestrial senses have spent years adjusting to such noise and disarray . from down the street, someone’s knife scrapes against the plate . two doors to the left, a woman flips her pillow to the cool side . from lexcorp tower, luthor signs a contract with the pentagon — ballpoint pen glides across a dotted line . in the daily planet, lois lane earns her way to the next byline . all thunderous actions used to command his entire focus — focus, clark . focus on the quiet sounds ; the heartbeats, the breathing .
he peels faux prescription ovals from the bridge of his nose . it’s the quiet sounds that reveal those that truly matter ; the most urgent being the groans of a cable about to give way under the archer’s weight . the reporter abandons his article mid-sentence . the latest exclusive on fashion guru “ LL ” will have to wait . so they fly, passing cities and states in a mere blink of the eye . not once do they stop until the vision of roy harper becomes tangible .
❝ hello, arsenal . ❞ the beginnings of an amused smile grace alien features . superman soon extends one hand to hoist the archer upright and brace his weight . the other snaps the cable with a mere tug . slow begins their descent back to the safety of a concrete sidewalk . ❝ — i’ll have to try it out . you, on the other hand . . . you’re lucky i was listening, young man . do i want to know how you become suspended hundreds of feet in the air? ❞
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