Coming to Terms
"Recognized. Red Arrow - B06," echoed through Mount Justice as Roy stepped out of the zeta-tube. He had been pestered nonstop by multiple team members to drop by, and now that he had a moment to spare he figured he would. There was one problem with this, though.
No one seemed to be around.
He walked through a couple rooms, ducking in to see if anyone was there. No Kaldur. No Robin. No Wally. None of the other Team members. He gave a frustrated sigh, and thought, "Way to go. You actually decide to show up for everyone and no one's around."
He walked back into the entrance room, and Roy's eyes wandered over to the display screen used for mission debriefing, and noticed something in the corner of the screen.
The picture of Speedy was up.
And not him as Speedy, it was the original Roy Harper. Roy gritted his teeth, and punched the table he was standing next to. He was reminded again of why he existed, what he had done. How he wasn't his own person, just a cheap recreation of someone already walking the planet.
In the midst of his seething he thought he had heard someone. He tensed up, looking around.
