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Really, Roy? Chain letters?

Idiot.

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One moment, Roy was dismissing Robin as some jumped up little shit Batman had picked up from who knew where. The next, he was getting up close and personal with the hard rooftop, a surprisingly hefty, growling weight on his back, fingers digging into his clothes and skin as he hit the ground hard. The wind was briefly knocked out of him, but Roy was seeing red and nothing, nothing was going to stop him. Who the fuck did this feral child think he was, attacking him in the middle of Gotham? He snarled, throwing himself to the side, arm reaching round to grab onto whichever part of Robin he could to try and throw him off.

He was going to get a smack down, if it was the last thing he did.

Except before Roy could get hold of the little shit and throw a punch, he found himself being pulled along the floor and backwards, dumped on his ass as the fingers around his collar suddenly released. He looked up to shout, only freezing when he realized that it was Oliver who had pulled him away, eyebrow raised under his domino mask. Embarrassment and anger warred within Roy, causing his face to break out in a red bright enough to rival his own costume and one of the dumbest sentences he’d ever uttered to escape his lips.

“He started it!”

The moment he spoke, he knew it was the wrong thing. Oliver’s expression immediately dropped to some kind of mixture of disappointment and exasperation, hand raised to his forehead as if massaging a headache away. “Jesus… Speedy,” the Emerald Archer started, but Roy huffed and held up a hand.

“Don’t. Just don’t even go there. I’m not listening to this crap.”

Just as Roy was being pulled away from him, Jason felt the tug of a hand on the back of his own cape. He couldn’t stop the snarl that curled his lip, or the curse that dropped as he felt himself being jerked backwards. He kept his feet under him, but only just barely. He could feel himself starting to spin, to lash out and attack whatever was stopping him from showing that stupid redhead that he was stupid and dumb and so not better than him.

The “Robin!” from Batman’s mouth sounded like a gunshot to him, and he somewhat thanked the combat training Bruce had insisted on for making him snap damn near to attention at the sound.

Jason’s gaze dropped to the ground in shame for losing his temper - again - but his head snapped back up when he heard Roy say that Jason had started it. That growl was back, but a quick jerk to the back of his collar - like a dog, he belatedly realized - forced him to stop.

“He was picking the fight, B. I was just finishing what he started,” he mumbled. The small shake from Batman made him shut his mouth again. “Sorry, Batman.”

“Home. Now,” came the rumbling voice of Batman, and Jason’s face fell. Shit. Here he was, trying to prove himself as Robin, partner of Batman, and he was being sent home like an out of control child. Double shit. “I’ll let Alfred know you’re on your way.”

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Jason was definitely getting under Roy’s skin, one inch at a time and only increasing his speed with every new word to come out of his scrawny little mouth. Seriously, who was this little jackass and where the fuck did he think he was coming from? Anyone would have thought he’d be thrilled to meet somebody new, because Roy was damn positive the kid hadn’t been going out on the job until recently and couldn’t have met many others in their small but slowly growing community of underage vigilantes. But not Robin. No, he looked like he couldn’t care less. Roy held back a mild growl, gritting his teeth as he answered. “Well, I would have thought Batman didn’t need the backup to babysit a little brat like you, so no. I’d assume he was somewhere else.”

The archer took a step closer, scowl turning into a sneer as he got in the younger vigilante’s face. The sudden change in tone from Robin wasn’t remotely intimidating and if the kid thought some dumb ass gangster drawl was going to make him run for the hills, the pest had another thing coming. “Yeah, sure, we’re gonna come on over to your manor and ask your damn permission.” Roy was snarling, putting on a terrible upper class accent as he continued. “Please, sirs, would you kindly let us in so we can put an end to a god awful trafficking ring and save these poor, innocent people?”

He looked down at Batman’s latest sidekick, glaring for a moment longer. “Fuck this. You’re not worth my goddamn time when there’s a fucking job to do. Go home and play with your toys, kid. Come back when you grow out of diapers, yeah?” And with that, Roy turned away, ready to head back to Oliver’s side and get this show on the road already.

As soon as Roy stepped up into Jason’s face, he snarled. His hands clenched at his sides, and he had to fight with himself not to take a swing at the redhead. Nobody got in his face. Not scum off the street. Not Batman. Not piece of shit sidekicks who thought they were hot stuff just because they knew Nightwing and were maybe on a team with him at one point. Nope. Jason was mentally scrawling Speedy into the doesn’t respond to threats box in his head.

Fine. If he didn’t respond to threats, maybe he’d respond to something else.

With a roar that shouldn’t have come from such a small boy, Jason leaped at Roy’s turned back. It wasn’t anything like the fighting Bruce was teaching him; this was all instinct, all anger and rage and indignation. You didn’t turn your back on someone. Jason knew that. Roy had just committed the most cardinal of sins - picking a fight then leaving an opening. He rolled with Roy’s body as it fell towards the ground, Jason holding on to try to keep the elder boy between him and the hard concrete of the rooftop.

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Perhaps Roy didn’t understand what it was, exactly, that Robin was trying to do, but he could appreciate that he’d at least seen the nerves prior to the cocky arrogance he was facing now. He preferred it, actually. Roy was the stereotypical redhead in that he had a short, sharp temper that flared at little provocation, and having some little upstart brat try to push his buttons really wasn’t helping that. Nor was his own personal mantra of Dick will murder you if you punch his new baby brother in the face. It just wasn’t a good plan, and that wasn’t including how Batman would react.

“Only trouble is gonna be if you start something,” Roy replied shortly, raising an eyebrow. It certainly felt like he was trying to start something at this point. He took another step forward and did his best to keep a cool stature, hands and legs spread wide as though he was unthreatened. That was part of a good confidence trick. Make them think you weren’t phased. “And you don’t care?” he asked, curiosity piqued.

“Is he in the city?” It was a dumb question, really, made it seem like he was more interested in his long time friend… No. That wasn’t good. “Never mind, I’ll catch up with him later. You gonna keep glaring at me, or you gonna try to act like someone other than Batman?”

Jason’s own mantra of Dick will give you that look if you pick a fight with his friends was at war with the learned response of prove yourself the more dangerous and people will leave you alone. Being smaller, thinner, generally got him the short end of the stick when he was alone on the street, after his mom died. “Don’t start nothing, won’t be nothing,” he mumbled.

Sure, the redhead looked like he was completely unphased by Jason’s bravado, but the former street rat had a certain uncanny ability to get under people’s skin when he really, really wanted to. Not that he particularly wanted to with Speedy, but... he wasn’t ready. Not for this kind of interaction. “If he’s in the city, don’t you think he’d be here?” he tossed back, sounding for all the world like the snotty little brother he’d never been before being brought into the Wayne household.

That last bit though, oh that was enough to make his bristle even further, almost puffing up like a pufferfish. He would not be talked down to like that. Not by some piece of trash from the street. Not by some henchgoon who thought he wasn’t worth his time because he was the tiny, brightly coloured bird-themed sidekick. And most certainly not by some two-bit sidekick whose only method of combating crime involved essentially a set of sticks and some string. Dick’s friend or not, be damned. “What’s so bad about acting like Batman? Looks like he’s about to kick both you and your mentor out, if you ask me. Thought the rest of you were supposed to stay outta Gotham.” Jason couldn’t help the slight slurring of his words as he fell back into that Crime Alley drawl Gotham Academy was spending his days trying to teach out of him. “And here ya are, don’t even call, don’t even stop by and say hey, just walk right in like ya own the place.”

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The first thing Roy thought of the new kid, after his initial impression, was that he seemed nervous. That was where the differences were, and as much as he was trying to avoid comparing this kid to Dick, he couldn’t quite help himself. It was only natural, to compare him to the boy he knew before, and he could see it in his shoulders, in the way he had to change his position, to force that confidence into his shoulders. Roy had never seen Dick nervous a day in his life. Perhaps he had been, when he’d been younger and Roy hadn’t been in the game, but not in the whole time he’d known the acrobat could he say he’d ever seen the guy look nervous in the same fashion.

Although apparently, the kid could more than make up for it.

Roy blinked at the question, surprised by the sudden change in demeanour and tone. He hadn’t been expecting that to come from some kid who’d just been hanging onto what was effectively his dad’s coat mere moments before, and the guffaw that sounded was as much of a shock to himself as it most likely was to everyone within earshot. Roy threw his hand over his mouth too late, a futile attempt to abort the noise, before snorting immediately after. He pulled his hand back away slowly, unable to keep the grin off his face.

“Should I have a problem with that?” he asked in reply, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, unless it wasn’t a case of my friend leaving of his own choice and you kicked him out, I’m good.”

Jason was, in fact, very nervous, and like always when he was nervous, he covered it up with his bravado. Fake it until you make it, right? Nervousness got you hurt in Crime Alley. Uncertainty made you a target. Hesitation made sure you were on the defensive. Aggression was the only way to make sure you were treated at the very least as an equal.

Though, someone laughing at him wasn’t exactly Jason’s idea of a good time.

He bristled, frowning as best he could to match his mentor. His hands came up to rest in fists on his hips, both trying to make himself look larger and to make himself seem like he knew what he was doing.

“I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t gonna be trouble,” Jason said, trying for disinterested but knowing he was probably coming off as too aggressive. Bruce was always telling him how he came off as too aggressive. He couldn’t help it though; it was in his blood. “What Nightwing does is Nightwing’s business.”

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Roy was in awe as Batman himself swept down onto the roof, grace and terror wrapped up in a big, muscular nightmare of a package that under any other circumstance would probably make the redhead quiver in his boots. Correction, it was making him quiver in his boots but this whole escapade hadn’t been his idea. It wouldn’t be his neck on the line, and he was quite fine with that. It took a few moments longer and the sound of a higher pitched voice than the two rumbling in front of him, but the younger archer’s gaze finally fell on the quarry he’d been searching for, peeking out from slightly behind the Batman.

He had to do a double take. The kid looked… well, he looked exceptionally like Dick in the costume. He didn’t know if it was on purpose, somehow, and he was certain it would confuse a few villains, but aside from being younger, he could have been his old friend’s twin. That and the fact he wasn’t wearing a pair of panties and trying to call them pants. It took a moment too long for Roy to gather himself, heat threatening to set his cheeks aflame in embarrassment, and then he moved. A step out from behind Oliver, one foot in front of the other, allowing a precisely judged gap between him and Batman as he walked. He could feel both adults glance at him as he moved, but he was soon forgotten in favour of their own spat. Roy wasn’t paying attention. He didn’t need to.

Once he was comfortably closer, the young archer raised a hand in greeting, a comforting smile spreading over his lips. The kid looked fucking terrified, if you asked him, and Roy didn’t totally know why. He didn’t have a reputation, did he? Maybe. Who knew? Dick could have been stirring up trouble and dragging his name through the mud for the hell of it. A chance to screw with his younger friend. “Uh, hey. I’m Speedy. You’re the new guy, right?”

Nice job, Harper. Sound like a total moron. Excellent plan.

Jason watched as Speedy approached. Speedy. Roy Harper. Dick had told him stories of the young archer and their time in the Teen Titans. Dick told him how Roy seemed to have a mouth on him, and while Jason knew there were multiple meanings of that turn of phrase, he wondered if Dick meant Roy cursed frequently or if he talked more than Dick. Jason internally wondered if that was possible - someone talking more than Dick Grayson. He’s also heard how Roy was prone to complaining about Oliver. Sure, Dick and Bruce had their spats - some of them to the point where Jason wondered who would start swinging first - but he never questioned Batman. At least, not while he was wearing the short shorts, and not in the field. Questioning Bruce Wayne was fair game, not that Jason did much of that either, but questioning Batman seemed like sacrilege, especially since the man took him off the street, pulled him out of Crime Alley and gave him a warm bed, food, and an education that didn’t come from the street.

He gave a nod back releasing Batman’s cape from the inadvertent death grip Jason hadn’t known he’d had on it. He stood a little taller, having to face the other sidekick seemingly on his own. This was not the time to hide behind Batman’s cape. He had to prove himself just as capable as Dick was, especially to someone Dick knew.

“Robin,” Jason answered shortly, squaring his shoulders. A bit of that street rat bravado that had served him well as a kid running alone on the street slipped into his posture, along with the slight drawl that came with it.. “Yeah, I’m the new kid. You got a problem with that?”

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Roy couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited to be leaving Star City at Oliver’s side. Despite recent events, the two had found a kind of stable middle ground to their arguments and as long as Oliver continued to keep in mind that he was referring to his partner when he spoke of Speedy, then things would turn out just fine. As it was, the reason for his excitement wasn’t anything to do with finally winning an argument against Oliver Queen himself. No, he had to be the only person on the planet who could possibly be excited about the events to come.

He was going to Gotham.

The redhead squirmed as he swung over the rooftops of Gotham, watching the world below fly past like Superman himself was pushing it forward. It had been such a long time since he’d seen his best friend and partner in junior crime fighting, Dick Grayson, and less time than since he’d dropped the mantle of Robin onto the shoulders of another young man. It was partially what had started the arguments between himself and Oliver. If Dick could branch out and become his own man, why couldn’t Roy? For now, he remained Speedy, but soon… They’d pick up the argument soon enough.

But now he would get to meet the newest member of the Wayne family himself. Oh, Oliver said that Bruce Wayne would never know they’d slipped into Gotham, tracking down a human trafficking ring that had departed from Star City and moved to the bowels of the hellhole itself, but Roy wasn’t stupid. This was Batman they were talking about. He would know. He knew everything, as proven when the Caped Crusader himself swung right into Oliver’s path as he landed, halting the archer in his tracks. Roy dropped to his feet a few steps behind, faltering in his movements. He glanced around, looking for the brightly coloured costume he expected to see with Batman. Surely he’d get a look at the new kid now, right?

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Patrol in Gotham was exactly as it should have been, barring one thing. Mr. Wayne - err, Bruce, Jason had to keep reminding himself - never told Jason what they were doing before they left the cave. Jason assumed it had something to do with always being ready and being quick on your feet and about a million other things, but the fact that Bruce trusted Jason to take care of himself to a degree meant the world to him. Sure, he’d kinda sorta proven himself capable by taking a swing with a tire iron at the man himself, but still...

Being Robin was probably the single most important thing in Jason’s life at that moment. Being Robin meant he was magic.

Jason discovered just what they were there for soon enough as he followed Bruce onto a rooftop. It was the first time they’d run into another superhero that wasn’t Superman or his predecessor, and Jason’s mind quickly ran through what he knew as he poked his head out from behind Bruce’s large frame.

Green Arrow. Archer. Liberal. Outspoken. Real name, Oliver Queen. More bark than bite, in Jason’s opinion.

However, his eyes shifted to the side and he saw another figure in pixie boots and shorts.

“Speedy,” he said under his breath.

He’d never met another sidekick before, unless you counted Dick, who had graduated to hero anyway and probably shouldn’t be counted. He’d heard about other sidekicks, frequently from Dick himself, but he’d never actually seen one. Jason didn’t mean to, but he kept his hands tight on Bruce’s cape while he watched wide-eyed at the ginger across the way. 

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First.

Or whatever the hell it is kids say these days.