#roy clone

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Target Practice.

Sometimes a guy needed to get outside of a city like Bludhaven. Just drive your bike down a more open road for a bit. That's where Raoul had went. He was out in the middle of nowhere firing arrows into down range targets he'd set up in a clearing after sweeping the location for civilians. He just needed to turn his mind off and shoot at a target that wasn't a person, a monster, or something critical. Keeps skills sharp. Let's your mind unwind. Arrow after arrow sunk deep into the targets. His mind flying away with them. Back to his earliest memories or... what he thought were his.

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Bludhaven Skyline

Instead of streaks of blue, streaks of red raced across the city. A hero searching for another across the hell scape of a city below. Dick had not been answering his phone or his coms or emails or other communication links. So given the history Raoul was more than reasonably freaking out. He'd already searched the frequent haunts in Gotham and now he was here in this worlds Bludhaven searching for Dick. Raoul did not pray... but it was times like this he wish he had faith in higher beings to listen to him chanting a relentless 'please be ok' into the void.