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There were three locks on the door, but he only bothered with two of them after he closed it behind them. It wasn’t like he couldn’t defend himself and anyone else if he needed to. Curiously, he had to wonder if the guy knew what he had gotten himself into, and he tested it with an arm around his waist once they had some privacy. A tug pulled his body against his own and Roy’s mouth found the crook of his neck to suck on.

Terry halts in the hall, looking about the room as he hears the door bolts locking. The third is left unchecked. By the sounds of the metal they’re heavier duty. It wouldn’t be hard to break through the window if he needed to escape. His mind is racing quickly, in a new surrounding and in the pre-high jitters he’s almost anxious until he feels the other’s hand on his waist. 

Pulled in he finds them chest to chest; The man’s heavier, more solid than he is, but it’s finally nice to be close to some one his height. One hand sliding over his chest he trails his kneading fingers to the back of his neck where he grips; not tightly, but enough to be a solid, strong grip. He noses his neck, pressing his cheek against him as he shivers; when he recovers he bites gently, leaving pinked marks trailing as he lets his free hand scratch Arsenal’s side. 

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He didn’t know a Terry, so that eased the sense of familiarity and it was dismissed as coincidence. “Roy.” Hell, since he had lost his daughter, he had bought drugs in full Arsenal gear, and it wasn’t like he wore a mask, just sunglasses occasionally. “Arsenal, if you’re feelin’ kinky.”

They rounded a corner, and Roy gestured to a smaller building nestled between two shitty apartment buildings. He’d opted for a house all his own, even if it did look like it needed some serious tlc on the outside. Before he let him in, he turned to him. “’You ever done this before?” A man who offered a person drugs wasn’t just looking for someone to get high with after all. He figured he wasn’t that naive.

“Just Terry or Ter; McGinnis if you want to see me disappear. Some say if you say it just right it’s like I was never there.” Terry teases, following him. The buildings are all run down at best, the smells here are even unsavory. There’s a sweetness in the air of barley and hops gone stale; made abundantly clear with the boxes of empties laying on the curbside. There are needles here and there, condoms and trash; essentially, it’s close to home. 

“Arsenal? Never done that before; but drugs? Who hasn’t lived at least once or twice? Done it with a one on one party? Never. Usually just at raves.” Terry walks up the steps with him as they continue inside. 

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“It’s a nice wallet,” he responded with a chuckle, obviously not at all talking about his wallet but the anatomy it rested against. 

That familiarity crept back up, and he found himself glancing to his side at him as they walked. He reminded him of someone damnit. “Do you got a name, pretty boy?”

“Terry.” He shrugs; he has nothing to hide. “And you? Or am I just going to say ‘My Hero’ all the time?” He pockets his hands idly. “So, My Hero- How far are we going for these great little hits or are we going to some run down van with ‘free puppies’ inside?” 

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There was something familiar about the volunteer that Roy couldn’t place, but it didn’t matter in the end. All that mattered was he was young and fucking beautiful, all a man going through a crisis in his life could ask for. Not shy at all, he took hold of the younger male’s hand and guided him to turn around fully so he could check him out. “Yeah, you’ll do,” he concluded.

Normally, he preferred to pick up a young woman and take her home to get high and laid, but the only man he had explored the other side of his sexuality with had left him yearning for someone a bit more…masculine.

Terry doesn’t think much of it; at least he’s not being circled like some sort of sharks meal or chum. Peering at the others, he notes one of them is eyeing where Roy had tossed the drugs. On another day he might assure the other to leave it - but right now he’s rather preoccupied. The muscle heads in his life currently consisted of the Wayne family- and he had enough of the goody shoe type. 

“Looking for a wallet?” Terry smirks, walking with him, patting the back pocket of his skinnies. 

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As soon as the man exposed what he called cocaine, Roy snatched the substance out of his hand, dangling the bag over his head. “How much meth is in this shit, Chester?” Treating it like garbage, he tossed it onto a pile of molding cardboard alongside the building. “Get that shit out of my sight.” The dealer scrambled to retrieve his product and fled the area to avoid further punishment.

Roy tsked, then turned back to the group, thumbing in the direction of the shady dealer. “Don’t deal with that asshole. Everything he has is polluted. I wouldn’t even call it laced. If you want something high quality, I just bought some blow from the best dealer in town. I could share, but I only have enough for myself and one other person. Who do I share with, hm?” he questioned with a smirk.

The drugs are snatched, an unfamiliar hand suddenly in the fray as the voice booms. Terry jumps, the others either falling back or making noise in startle. The girls grip onto the boys they’re closest to but Terry only hesitates a moment. 

His eyes look up his body, that suit, the belts. “I’m in.” 

Terry steps forward and sheds one of the girls’ arms from tangling with him. “I assume, in that get up, you’re not planning on attending the rave.” he takes a moment to slip his hand free of the band, tossing it to the group only a moment ago he had planned to get trashed with. 

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Terry had enough of the Wayne household. It was too different from home. Every time he had a little fun, some one had soggy rags to toss over him and damper his day. 

Wrist band on, he’s with a couple other people he’d met in line, they’re searching the alley, waiting. Terry is already a little drunk, the four of them sharing a mickey of liquor. They’re next to the club, the music loud enough it sounds in the alley, the group dancing as they wait for one boy’s dealer.  An older man joins them, laughing as if he’s part of the group and joking with them. They huddle in a group together as the man offers them what he’s peddling. 

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About Terry

Before coming to the Gotham he finds himself in now, Terry grew up in a very different Gotham than he is in now; His Gotham had been a hell hole, filled with gangs. He had joined one gang, himself, The Bat Kids. Well known among the city police force he was in enough trouble to warrant his first time-served; at age fourteen he had been sent to Juvie hall for a few months.  With his parents divorce and soon after his father’s murder, Terry lashed out- confronted the Jokerz gang himself. During this time he’d met with Damian Wayne; an older man by this time, old enough to need medication for a weakening heart.  It’s here he learns the man had been one of the Bats. Batman himself; at least, the third. 

Stealing the suit’s newest design he rips through to fight and take down his father’s murderers as well as discovering a scandal from the Powers family.  Shortly after he began to don the Batsuit, Terry had fallen into smoking and drinking, Damian reprimanding him, even moving the ultimatum that the suit be retired until Terry would complete his sobriety training and muscle mass upped. 

Terry didn’t stay, he completed half way through the program when he had stolen the suit, slipped into a facility and between Damian’s shocks and the fight, Terry lost consciousness. Waking in a new city, the buildings are old; far from his streets of filth, loud neon clubs and sprawling scrapers. 

This is where he meets the first ever, the legend, the Bat Man himself, Bruce Wayne. The only home he recognizes. He slips into the building where he knows the batcave is, getting the med kit and patching himself up.  Bruce leads him to find a great deal of many other heros he’s heard as legends in his time; including a, one and only, Roy Harper... 

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IMPORTANT

Let me start by saying Mun is 21+. Blog is 18+. 

Terry is AU and Heavily canon Divergent. He is not what was seen in the Universe where Batgramps took him in and kept him in line. 

There is drug use. There will be blood. I would tag it - but it is literally the entire premise. Terry is a drug addict dating a user. 

Drama.  No. Just no. I’m old. I do not want to deal with Drama. If you’re going to get political and post OOC constantly, I’m going to unfollow. If there is going to be posts about who is a terrible person and who is ‘ever a victim’ I will unfollow. That’s what main accounts are for; RP is RP not Ranting Politics.  I don’t care if its a blip here and there but if it starts to become my dash- I’m not here for it. 

Thread dropping will happen if it has run it’s course and we have not come with a completing direction. If I feel overwhelmed or if partner-x is pressuring me. I work a full time job with home work atop of constantly contacting with a full roster of staff. If it takes me a long time to respond, remind me once or twice but not every day. Every hour or every minute. 

I am not a follow for follow; if I am following you I’d like to thread with you. Please don’t hesitate to throw me a message or an inbox with an idea. 

TAGS!

So the tags I will snap on when it applies;

~Abuse  This tag will apply on the ‘bad days’ or if Terry ends up doing something absolutely batshit stupid.

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