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heartheblackdamncanary:
***
“You look quite handsome,” Dinah said, reaching out and straightening his mask with a smile. “Red has always suited you.” In his outfit, she could see glimpses of the boy he had been, but even more she could see the man that had become a member of the Justice League and fathered a beautiful young girl. “I thought the green leather could be a bit flashy, but the red…” She gave him a teasing wink as if she had any kind of room to comment on less-than-subtle outfit choices when fighting crime. Her ‘costume’ was the same as her in-your-face style of normal dress. “I’m okay as long as you both are.”
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There’s a proud smile spread across his face while receiving such a compliment. “Red has always been my favorite color.” One of them anyway and maybe that’s why he always wore it with his uniforms. Roy remembers being a little kid and making jokes about how Green Arrow and Speedy reminded him of Christmas with their color schemes together. He doesn’t mind while Dinah adjusts his mask, something about it makes him feel like he belongs somewhere again. He missed this — working together. “Green is always a little flashy but hey! Red is completely different, it’s the superior color.” He teases while sticking his tongue out a little in a playful gesture. “It seems we’re all okay then. You want to stop some looters with me? Criminals are having a field day.” It would be fun.
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“You’ve got a missed call, Miggy.” Lyla’s voice echoed through the apartment, and Miguel rubbed at his eyes. He didn’t respond, didn’t say anything. Sitting on the edge of his bed, mask in hand… He thought he might just stay there forever, staring at the stupid shocking mask and wondering whether or not he ought to put it on. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. He’d searched the historical records Lyla had access to from 2099, scoured them in case Alchemax had tried covering this up, but… Why would they? This event would be prime material for Stone to claim mutants and heroes were bad. In Miguel’s 2099, this never happened.
It didn’t bode well for him.
There was a sudden flash of yellow light in front of him as Lyla activated her hologram, bending down to look in his eyes. “They left a voicemail,” she said, and Miguel sighed.
“Not really in the mood, Lyla.”
“Okay, Miguel. I’ll tell Roy he can keep sitting with ducks.”
“Wait, what?” Miguel scrambled to his feet, snatching his phone from the coffee table and playing the message. “Shock,” he murmured, throwing an arm across his face. “God, just — shock. Fine. Okay. Lyla, get me a GPS location for Harper’s safehouse and lead the way. And — dial his phone while we swing.”
The only answer came in form of the quiet trilling of a phone line ringing in his ear as he pulled his mask on and jumped from the window. Maybe he’d royally shocked up the timeline, but he could still give Roy a hand.
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There isn’t much Roy knows about the future but he does know is that Miguel is someone that can be trusted when it comes to the timeline of events. He wonders if anything ends up being different or if his friend knows everything that will happen before it actually does. What kind of pressure would that leave on someone? Roy can’t help wondering and that just gives him more respect for Miguel and everything that he does. They may have met at one of the many support meetings the archer heads to on a weekly basis and their friendship only grew from that moment. He thinks that they’ve been through a lot already and that’s why Roy calls him for assistance. He happens to be one of the very few who know his identity.
He plops down on the edge of the building that doesn’t have any way for him to parkour down from and the other buildings are too far to leap across. Roy used his last grapple arrow a few streets over and wonders if he should invest in either a bigger quiver or carry around two. One would have to be around his waist though and that isn’t very efficient.
His phone suddenly rings and Roy nearly drops it out of the shock of such a quick response. He grins because there was no doubt in his mind about being able to count on Miguel. He picks up and presses the device to his ear.
“I see you got my message, dude. I got so caught up in keeping an eye on the streets that I got myself into a situation here.”
[ panic ] for the SENDER’S MUSE to become overwhelmed and the POSTER’S MUSE to try and provide them comfort
This is the longest Roy has ever been out on patrol as Arsenal since getting stranded on this universe. It felt good to run across rooftops and use his compound bow more. However, seeing the redhead’s expression showcases that of worry when looking over at his sister. He temporarily attaches his bow to the quiver on his back before approaching Olivia. She has become very important to Roy and making sure that she’s alright would come before any other pressing matter. “Are you alright? You don’t have to answer that but just know that I’m here.” He places a hand on her shoulder and would even offer a hug if that‘s something that will help. “You can talk to me.”
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Barry was in the middle of making Mac & Cheese when he saw on the news about people getting out of Stark Towers. He turned off the stove, moved the pan and knew that he would have to reheat it once he came back, he grabbed his jacket and ran over to the scene.
Once he arrived, he saw Roy and quickly came up to him. “How can I help?” He asked, knowing that he looked ridiculous, but he didn’t have his costume anymore.
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The first thought to come to mind for Roy was reaching his safehouse to grab his gear. He had recently purchased somewhere secret that could be used to hold most of his gadgets and whatnot. He shouldn’t keep this much dangerous weaponry at home where his daughter sleeps. Although that doesn’t help him here as he was let out of Stark Tower. You wouldn’t be able to claim they his job isn’t exciting — but at least he would live to see another day.
However seeing someone approach him makes him an eyebrow. “I’m actually okay, man. You could always see if some of the others need any help but nobody was hurt while we were in there. I’m more concerned with getting to where I need to safely.”
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[ voicemail ] for the POSTER’S MUSE to leave a voicemail for the SENDER’S MUSE
It has been a long few hours of patrolling the city as Arsenal while the city is under siege. There was so much going on and he wasn’t quite surprised by something of this scale going down. Maybe it’s the experiences being part of the Justice League that showed him what the world is capable of. There’s always someone waiting for their turn to take back what they felt is rightfully theirs. This thought isn’t even about what Magneto is doing, but actually the looters around the city acting out in a violent manner. Which is where his attention has been for the most part. The protesters aren’t peaceful either and Roy doesn’t know how to bring some order to the streets. All he can do is try his best to protect the local businesses and the people caught up in this. He manages to get a breather and stops to look through his quiver.
Empty, SHIT.
Roy pulls out his phone to try dialing a trusted friend and isn’t surprised that Miguel doesn’t pick up. He could be out here doing vigilante work too — but it was worth a shot. “Hey, dude. It’s me, Roy. I was just wondering what part of town you’re in. I’m out of arrows and I was wondering if you could bring my spare quiver from my safe house. I’m a sitting duck out here but if you don’t mind just give me a call back. If you’re busy I understand, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out something —“
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[ perspective ] for the POSTER’S MUSE to see the SENDER’S MUSE doing something and assuming that they are among the looters
There are so many looters in the streets with everything going on — which means Arsenal can’t rest while there’s work to be done. He still had a quiver full of arrows and will be trying to conserve them wisely. He retrieves them whenever possible. Throughout this whole thing though, the most frustrating part of his night had been losing his hat. Oh well, there are more important things going on here. He squints while observing a crowd of people swarming an electronics store. He pulls out one of his arrows and fires it near the man just to spook him really into stopping. He drops down from the high point to approach while pulling the red-feathered weapon out of the structure. “What do you think you’re doing? Now isn’t the time to be taking from local businesses.” He says while locking the arrow back into his quiver.
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[ defend ] for the SENDER’S MUSE to jump in the line of danger to protect the POSTER’S MUSE || @outlawe
The thing with these looters was… most of them were just desperate people getting swept up in the chaos surrounding them. Most of them weren’t the hardened criminals that Dinah fought in the neighboring city of Gotham. Still, she had a high enough bounty on her head that some people weren’t afraid to take a swing at her. She was busy helping a man up who had fallen when she heard a swoosh followed by something slamming into her side. The something turned out to be a someone when she stumbled to her feet to see Roy Harper next to her in full Arsenal gear and a hole the size of a large rock in the plaster of the side of the building where someone had tried to hit her with something. “Shit,” she muttered as she dusted herself off and then made sure the citizen was on his way to safety before turning back to Roy. “Arsenal,” she said with a smile spreading across her face. Seeing Roy like this… everything that her Roy had dreamed he might be growing up, except Dinah got to be there to see this. A pause. A frown. “Where’s Lian?”
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This is one of those situations where Roy doesn’t plan on standing aside while chaos reigns down on the streets. He quickly slipped on his Arsenal gear and filled his quiver with newly crafted arrows. He made sure Lian filled a backpack up with whatever she wanted to bring with her and met up with Donna. His friend made sure his daughter got somewhere safe and if Donna trusted someone then that was enough reason for him to trust them too. Once they were both on their feet, Roy is standing there wiping some dust off his red leather suit. His red curls poking out from under a hat on his head and there was a red domino mask on his eyes. He knows they Dinah would recognize him anywhere — between the tattoos and his other mannerisms. Roy didn’t realize this was her first time seeing him like this until she just stood there with a smile on her face. For obvious reasons this probably a lot. Her Roy never got to grow out of being Speedy. “Yeah, if’s me. You like it?” He asks gesturing to his outfit, red compound bow in hand while he does a quick spin around. The mention of his daughter has him grow more serious. “Donna took her somewhere safe. Nothing will happen to her. Are you okay?” He asks while taking a step closer to her, relaxing his posture for a moment but knows it won’t last long.
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(✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): yeah well, i might have broken some earth when i did that too (✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): [unsent] and apparently i’ll break the whole planet at some point so stay tuned for that (✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): yeah you don’t have powers to stop the fall! but i’m very curious to know what sort of tricks you can pull off on it (✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): dang what did he DO? (✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): i’ll try not to let it go to my head (✉️ ➡️ arsenal: bring arrows ): how have things been on your side of the city?
[ OUTGOING → DAISY ] you broke some of the earth? like an earthquake that creates cracks in the ground? this is what my mind goes to when you say that. or like creating a crater?
[ OUTGOING → DAISY ] there are quite a lot of different tricks i have up my sleeve. i have one that releases this foam like substance that cushions your fall. although it creates quite a mess and i try not to use that one. 😂
[ OUTGOING → DAISY ] he’s a supervillain with the ability to warp and confuse your senses. it’s very ... disorienting. he calls it the vertigo effect because it’s a lot like feeling vertigo. also seen his abilities described as balance manipulation and even hypnosis. he knew i was a hacker and good at technology and used his powers to make me do some hacking for him once. ughhh gross. he’s an evil man.
[ OUTGOING → DAISY ] things are ... interesting. nothing has changed from how it normally is but i’m trying to do what i can time make a difference. stopping a lot of robberies the last few days. what about you?
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Hal hadn’t spent nearly as much time as he had wanted with Roy. This Roy, here in the flesh. He had missed the adventures he had tagged along for, watching Roy and Ollie work their magic inspired him in a way few other vigilantes could.
They weren’t super, couldn’t tap into the speed force like Barry or create constructs like him but they held their own in any situation and he was awed by it.
That and Hal had always had a fascination with bows. In another life…
Either way, he had been woefully absent in Roy Harper’s life and he was going to change that. Carol had given him another shot at life. He wasn’t going to continue wasting it by moping around and drinking himself into oblivion each night.
“Harper.” He grinned, clapping the younger man on the shoulder before pulling him into a hug. “It’s good to see you. Now, what’s this show you’re dragging me to?”
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Where Roy comes from Hal had been a very important part of his life. He learned everything they there was to know about planes from not just him but Carol too. It helped motivate him to build one for his father and program it with all the features that one would want. They were wonky Human after all with just a bow and some arrows. When you’re surrounded by people with their own gimmicks and having superpowers? You have to keep training to be the best.
Roy had done that and succeeded. He was a member of the Justice League on his own Earth. It doesn’t mean anything here but the memory of getting to work alongside the GREATS is there.
“Uncle Hal.” The redhead answers with a grin while wrapping his arms around him. He hopes it wasn’t weird to call him that. “Is it okay that I call you that?” There was so much that was different between the two universes. Oliver adopted him at the age of ten where he comes from. Yet here? None of that happened and the other Roy had just been his sidekick.
There’s a fond smile spreading over his face after pulling back from the embrace. “What if I told you that it was a surprise?”
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Before Rapture, Miguel had been a scientist. He’d been a brother (albeit not a very good one), a son (even if only in the most technical sense of the word). He’d been a fiance who tried his hardest even if it rarely seemed enough, a friend who made at least some kind of an effort to be there for the people who loved him, the people he loved in return. Before Rapture, Miguel had been a person. But after? Addiction carved a hole in your life. It held everything you were by the throat, stripped away every part of you. When you were an addict, it became very hard to be anything else. You stopped answering your brother’s calls. You didn’t make any kind of an attempt to visit your mother. You snapped at your fiance for daring to express concern in your direction, you ignored your friends until they gave up on you entirely. Addiction was a stingy thing — it wanted to be the only thing in your life that mattered. And it was hard not to let it.
It was hard to get away from it, too. It was something Miguel had learned the hard way. He’d nearly killed himself getting out from under Rapture. He’d changed his DNA to keep the withdrawal from killing him, he’d turned himself into a monster to make sure he could physically survive without the drug, and there were days he still had to lock himself inside his apartment because he knew if he stepped out that door, he’d find a dealer. Addiction wasn’t something that ever left you alone entirely. Miguel knew Roy had learned that, too.
Roy’s hand was off his shoulder, but Miguel swore the weight of it was still there, so much heavier than it should have been. Those words hung over him like an anvil in the bad twencen cartoons Xina had shown him, ready to drop and flatten him into the dirt. Hero. It was a laughable term. Miguel had never been that, not even once. Nothing he’d ever done had been with heroism in mind. He became Spider-Man to kick his own addiction. He became a vigilante to show Alchemax where they could shove it. Everything he’d ever done was selfish. Even his continued heroism was little more than trading a Rapture addiction for an adrenaline addiction, a desperate attempt to get his heart racing in any way he could. “Don’t thank me,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t do that.” Don’t believe in me, don’t make me into something better than what I am, don’t try to turn me into something good. He laughed at Roy’s question, bitter and too loud. “I’ve seen it happen, Roy. More than once. It’s —” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It happens once, that’s a tragedy. Twice, you chalk it up to coincidence. Three times or more, that’s what makes a pattern. That’s the scientific way of thinking about it, right? And it’s been more than that.” How many people were dead because of him? Sims, Delgato, the Specialist, the Thorite whose name he’d never even learned, Kenny, Angela, Dana… The list grew every time he tried to do something decent. He was good at making things worse.
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Who was Roy before Heroin? Sometimes he doesn’t remember a time before the substance had taken control of his life. He was just a kid and should have been worrying about playing the newest video game instead of finding his next fix. He felt like it was more important to sneak out when his father had been on patrol or off doing something with the Justice League. It always felt like the perfect time to head out to spend his hard-earned money on whatever his dealer would sell him. Roy likes to believe that he is more than just an addict. He was a father to his little girl, who was his motivation to stay clean and sober. He doesn’t want to give in to any of his temptations. Roy was an older brother to his sister and brother. They were close family always looking out for each other and going on patrol together. Mia had always been the primary babysitter for Lian. He was also a son, might not be by blood but he was Oliver and Dinah’s boy. Roy was ten years old when welcomed into their lives.
He was much more than being an addict. He was surrounded by many friends who care about him, even if this isn’t his own universe. Roy is forever grateful for such things because it meant not being alone. Even when that little voice in the back of his mind tries to argue against the truth — he feels like maybe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel after all. Roy wants to be seen as a hardworking engineer and father before what his past actions were. Although, addiction stains your reputation and maybe would always follow you in some way. Roy understands that and so does Miguel. It doesn’t mean that’s all they are though — they can be so much more if you try enough.
Tragedy seems to be something that would always follow them around like a shadow. Roy had been too young at the time when his birth father passed away — sacrificing himself to save the Navajo who lived nearby. He had fallen asleep outside waiting for him to return, except that he never did. Roy would be raised with the tribe as one of their own. Brave Bow — his foster father would be killed by police officers who trespassed on their land. The second time he learned of the tragedy and his foster brother distancing himself after was the third time. Everything happens according to what fate has in the cards for you but Roy wonders if you can change it. If you can choose something different than what they have prepared for you. “I kind of already did though? It’s hard to take it back once I’ve already said it.” He says this with a light tone to his voice, but keeps a serious expression on his face. Maybe some people don’t want to be good but that doesn’t mean Roy won’t try to believe in him anyway. Even if he doesn’t say those things they make Miguel uncomfortable. “When it keeps happening that does tend to form a pattern, correct.” His voice goes silent and tries to think of a way to communicate how he feels about this. “I’m not going to agree that I think you’re some awful guy if that’s what you’re implying because I don’t believe that. I’m too hopeful, I guess.”
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Nia watched the car zoom past with a flash of anger. They could’ve so easily killed someone, be it the two pedestrians she managed to stop or someone else in a car. Selfish or careless, it didn’t matter. People could’ve died.
But they didn’t. It was the young girl’s comment that pulled Nia’s attention back to the present and to the pair in front of her. Hearing their gratitude, Nia relaxed and smiled. “It’s nothing, really. Drivers really should be more careful.”
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Roy usually is more mindful of traffic but he knows what it feels like being reckless. When he’s out in the streets as Arsenal he would serve around loving cars in his motorcycle. Although wishes that during the daytime when there aren’t any noticeable threats that other people would slow down a little. Luckily neither of them got hurt thanks to the one who stopped him from stepping out in the street.
How do you properly show someone appreciation for doing something like that? Usually, Roy is the hero but even heroes need saving sometimes.
Lian decides to stay close and hold onto his hand while they show their gratitude toward their savior. “They should be more careful but luckily we have heroes like you around to help out people like us. I’m Roy and this is Lian. How can we repay you?”
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“Some things really do stay the same in every universe. Like Dick Grayson being Batman Junior.” The same could be said of so many of the Titans though. Most of them were legacies in their own way and they knew what it was to get both the best and worst characteristics of a mentor. She wondered if she and Diana were actually sisters on his world, and she contemplated asking, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for the answer yet. “Oh, wow!” Donna said, smile lighting up her face at the picture Lian had drawn. It was actually pretty good for a girl her age and with just a few crayons from the restaurant kiddie menu. “You know, I’m a photographer, which is a kind of artist. You should come hang out with me sometime and maybe I can show you.” She eyed Roy carefully for permission.
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They all take different characteristics from their mentors as Roy knows that to be true. He has different parts of Oliver as well as Dinah in his personality. It was hard not to be like his adoptive father after being with him for eighteen years. He was twenty-eight now and a grown man but sometimes he finds himself missing Oliver more and more these days. “Batman Junior is quite right. He wears his mask around movie nights at the tower with you guys?” It makes him laugh to think about it. However, the thought slips his kind again while watching his daughter interact with Donna. Maybe they were finally making progress in being closer. “I don’t see why not. I’m always looking for a trustworthy babysitter and you spending the day with Donna sounds like the safest place you could be.” He smiles at Lian and then to Donna with an approving smile. “Yay! I’m going to learn how to be a photographer!” She says with some excitement as she crawls under the table and comes out on Donna’s side to hug her.
dreamsxfnia:
For the most part, Nia had managed to stop falling asleep without meaning to. Her dreams were becoming easier to control, as she learnt how to call them on. But occasionally, when she was particularly tired or stressed, they still snuck up on her. Like today, she’d had maybe one or two too many coffees after staying up late the night before as Dreamer. She didn’t notice the way her eyelids were drifting shut as she sat down (just need a second, she told herself) in the park. Not even as her head drooped, and her coffee cup dropped to the ground, and the vision took hold.
She woke with a start a few minutes later, breathing hard. Her visions were not often clear, and required interpretation, but she’d seen a face very clearly. The face of someone who was going to get hurt if she didn’t stop it. And soon. She’d seen the time in her dream, and a quick check of her phone told her it was almost time.
Nia straightened up, trying not to appear so shaken, picking up her coffee cup from the ground. But right as she was trying to figure out how she would find this person–this stranger–she saw them. “Hey!” she shouted, jumping up. “Hey! Stop!”
She ran over, grabbing their arm before they could step onto the road. As she did, a car sped past, straight through the red light. Nia sighed, hoping that was the danger she’d seen. “Sorry.”
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This is a place that Roy finds himself visiting quite often in bringing his daughter to the park. She was going to be nine-years-old in a few weeks which is kind of making the redhead feel quite old when reminded of the fact. He had been leaning against one of the nearby trees watching Lian play with some of the other children. He doesn’t mind setting up the playdates with some of the other kids from her school. While it might be summer they kept in contact regardless even if they mean Roy has to talk to some annoying parents. It would be worth it every time.
The time comes for them to leave which is met with the pouting from his daughter but the promise of baking some cookies together later that night makes her smile again. His hand ruffles a head of brunette curls while they started making their way out of the park. They don’t make it to the road before a stranger is pulling him away from it just in time before a car zoomed past them.
“Holy —“ His eyes look at his daughter who is speechless for a moment but comes up with a witty comment of her own. “We were almost pancakes, daddy!” Lian chimes in which actually makes Roy chuckle before turning to who saved them. “You don’t have to apologize, I should be thanking you — so thank you from both of us.”
[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine // america
Roy leans against the counter, just finished wrapping his forearm in some bandages since it got slightly burned. Thankfully it didn’t damage any of the ink on his skin, but his luck usually would end right there. He checks to make sure that his domino mask was still on, aching to take it off now that they were indoors but America doesn’t know who he is just yet. His gaze turns to the stove and smiles as his sore body moves to get a closer look at what’s cooking. “This smells amazing. What’s in it?”
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[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine || daisy jumping in to protect him and oop
There’s panic written all over his face as he rushes to Daisy’s side, his trucker hat flying off of his head while making these movements. He doesn’t even care because that can be replaced, but his friend being injured takes more importance right now in his opinion. The archer collapses his compound bow and attaches it to his quiver, kneeling down next to Daisy while reaching a hand out to help support her back onto her feet. “Are you okay? I mean, thank you for looking out for me, but at least let me help patch you up, okay? My place is nearby. I can’t believe you did that, Daisy.” There’s worry in his voice, considering the two of them as friends. He knows more than anyone else that injuries come with the territory. Roy is only human after all, his skin easily damaged and able to bleed out if he were t careful. “Can you walk?”
[ @daisyquakes ]