ARSENAL

"Do you think this makes me happy? It doesn't get me high; it numbs the pain." Independent Alternate Universe Roy Harper (New Earth) DC Comics

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“I control my own death, I don’t need no fuckin’ help.”

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Rants and Raves

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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. 

Hands on his body, teeth on his neck, it was enough to assure him Terry knew exactly what he had agreed to. A large hand drifted down his thinner frame to squeeze a firm cheek before he pulled away from the younger man. “Let’s get this party started, eh? You make yourself comfortable. I’ll set up a line for you, babe.” Walking past the stereo in his living area, he flicked the music on. Dark hypnotic tunes somewhere between rock and trance poured from the speakers, which Roy waved a finger to as he fished the tinfoil out of his adjoined kitchen.

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THE FIRST TIME ROY HOLDS HIS BABY LIAN. © THE NEW TEEN TITANS (1984)

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Happy Father’s Day, Roy Harper

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theredwonder:

“Isn’t this more of Jason’s speed?” But he knew he couldn’t actually turn down the request unless he had a really good reason.

“Do you have names? Numbers? Locations? It’ll be hard with just a two-man team.”

“Jason isn’t here, is he? And I want to move in on them tonight.” Amusedly, he folded his arm across his chest. “Do I look like an amateur? I have some pretty reliable locations and faces.”

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Rants and Raves

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“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. 

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.

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theredwonder:

He yanked the door open again.

“All right, quit hollering. Come in and… I dunno, what did you want to do? Call Dick? Don’t you have a phone?”

“I have a phone.” Just in case, he placed a hand on the door as he entered, only releasing it when he was inside. 

“I might have some work for you, little bird. There’s a drug dealer prowling around the area that I stay in while I’m here.” Before Tim could mention his habit, he held his hand up. “It’s the wrong drug dealer, and his ass has a whole gang that’s been roughing up the locals. I need some backup for clean-up.”

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Rants and Raves

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“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?” 

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.

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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. 

“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?”

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Rants and Raves

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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. 

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.

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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. 

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.

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funambulistbird:

“I’m giving you the choice of taking me home with you or out- or me following you to make sure you’re alright.” he frowns, chewing his cheek. “It’s getting out of hand, Roy- I’m worried. I’m not going to scold you - But I’m not going to abandon you either.”

“Don’t follow me, or you’ll see me buy and use,” he warned, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to leave. “I’ll see you another time, Robin. Maybe we’ll finish that song.”

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funambulistbird:

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“A bump will once I get home.” If Dick was going to bother him about it, he was going to be brutally honest.

“You’re not touching me while you’re high… I’m not having it. Not even a booty pat.” He shakes his head trying to keep their mood light. He’s always been adamant Roy isn’t going to get anything from him as long as he was high. 

“No booty call. Damn, Dick. That’s the worst punishment I’ve had for being a junkie so far,” he chuckled. “In that case, I think I’ll just go home.”

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funambulistbird:

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“‘Fraid not. I can meet you somewhere, though, after I get changed,” he offered.

“What’s stopping you from sitting down and passing out?” he exhales. 

“A bump will once I get home.” If Dick was going to bother him about it, he was going to be brutally honest.

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becamebetter:

❝ OH GET OVER YOURSELF. Pick yourself off the ground and    get  your  shit  together  already. I’m the druglord of Gotham     and I’m not going to help you     kill yourself. I’m going to tell    every dealer in the city that if they sell to you I’ll kill them. ❞ 

He was brutal in his speech. Having no sympathy for the junkie Harper had become. But still, he can’t watch him deteriorate. 

❝ If you're smart you won’t leave Gotham,    because I’ll find you and drag you back. ❞

“Yeah?” An eerie calm settled over Roy as he pulled a firearm from its holster. It wasn’t for Jason, though. He hadn’t killed Ollie, so he sure as hell wasn’t going to kill Jason. The gun was pointed at his own head, just behind the temple. “Do you really wanna test me, Jay? When I’m at the lowest point of my life? I already have money set aside for Lian. Even a letter. She’ll be taken care of. I’m not worried about her. You can let me do this slowly, or you can watch me do it here and now. It’s on you, Hood. Don’t take away the last thing that numbs my pain, because I’ll stop it one way or another.”

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funambulistbird:

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“I was getting to it, but we’re already here, so–” The vigilante shrugged like Dick had missed out on the best part of the ride.

“You know my deal. Sober only.” he cocks his hip again. “Got your civvies on you? We can get out for pie.” 

“‘Fraid not. I can meet you somewhere, though, after I get changed,” he offered.