He'll stay with me this time.

1. Tell me something obvious about you.
2. Tell me something about you that many don't know.
3. What is your biggest fear?
4. Do you normally go the safe route or take the short cut?
5. Name one thing you want that you can't buy with money.
6. What is your most treasured possession?
7. What is the one thing you hate most about yourself that you do often?
8. Tell me something sexually about you that I don't know.
9. Tell me something sexually about you that everyone knows.
10. What is your favorite lie to tell?
11. Name something you've done once that you can't wait to do again.
12. Are you the jealous type?
13. What is the one person, place or thing you can't say no to?
14. What is the nicest thing someone has ever done for you?
15. If you could do something crazy right now, what would it be?
16. When was the last time you cried?
17. When was the last time you felt so good that nothing else mattered?
18. Do you feel comfortable in public with no shirt on?
19. Name something embarrassing you did while being drunk.
20. If you post this in your journal would you like me to answer it?

Roy got home from work at the League at midnight and sighed at his sink full of dishes, messy living room, and undone laundry.

 

Laundry first, Lian wanted her pink socks tomorrow… he got a load going and went to do the dishes, making Lian's lunch as well.

 

The countertops were clean, finally, and he wearily pulled the clothing from the washer, into the dryer, cursing aliens in general for the way the muscle in his back throbbed as he tried to move.   

 

Toys on the floor took longer, but he got that done, too, and his League paperwork…

 

It was nearly three as he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed into bed.  But due to burning the midnight oil, the house was tidy, and the kitchen and bathroom were clean, and lunches and dinner for the next day were made. 

 

And now, it was time to rest.

 

…at least, until Dick got in.

FUBAR

 

Sometimes I feel like my relationship with Dick is just… well… FUBAR.  I love him, I really, really do. And I'm pretty sure he loves me.

 

…

 

yeah, that's part of the problem. 'Pretty sure'.  He says it all the time, these days, but I just remember way too long he wouldn't say it, or if he did it'd be so quiet you couldn't hear, or when he'd kiss me when he was leaving, when he thought I was asleep.  It hurt, then. And maybe that hurt has bled over to now, when it shouldn't. 

 

…

 

Why shouldn't it hurt? Well, he's here to stay this time.

 

…

 

Yeah, this time.  And I believe him, really I do I just can't help but prepare for when he does leave me. I mean… I'm not half good enough for him. Maybe I should talk to Kory, see if between us we can keep him.  Or something. Or maybe he's not meant to be kept, I think that might be true.  Isn't it just some people's nature to not stay, to never stay? Even if they love the person they're with? And if it's his nature… I shouldn't demand this of him. Sometimes I just want to scream at him, if you want to go, go! I won't keep you! God. I want to keep him.  I'm just not sure if I should. Or if he even can stay. That's what I guess I'm trying to say.

 

…

 

Y'know what? I don't even think it's the relationship that's FUBAR. I think it's me. It's gotta be me.  No, that's not low self-esteem talking. It's experience.

 

…

 

No, I'm not going to give up. What makes you think I'm going to give up? Dick never gave up on me, I won't give up on him just 'cause I'm scared that we've gone too far to ever have what we should have had… what I want us to have. 

37.5, FUBAR
Muse: Roy Harper/Red Arrow

 

Roy closed his eyes in the darkness of his room and wondered why, exactly, he did this to himself.

 

And why he let Dick, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, do this to him.

 

It was just so stupid… and over something as small as hair color. Roy hated to be reminded that he was the last redhead in Dick's life to be chosen for a serious relationship, that he was the one on the side, as it were. He loved Dick with everything in him, and usually the hair color thing was a joke- but Dick had just admitted that he'd been attracted to Jason, his own brother! Because Jason had been dared into wearing red hair dye by Tim. How much was too much? And how much was Roy really expected to take?  He knew Dick loved his hair, had always known it, and he knew Dick loved Kory's hair and Barbara's hair…. It was practically a fetish.

 

Correction. It was  a fetish.

 

He sighed softly, trying to lie comfortably. Dick had said, again, that he loved Roy, that he wanted to be with him and would stay but Roy… simply couldn't believe that.

 

He'd been wrong too many times before to really, truly believe him again.

 

Even though he wanted to.

 

 

Prompt: How much is too much? (31.3)

Character: Roy Harper/Red Arrow

Word count: 226

Roy's cell phone rang and he opened it,

"'Aylo, you haff reeched de help desk of Roy and Lian." he greeted Cissie in a hokey accent. "How may I help yoo?"

Muse: Roy Harper/ Red Arrow
Fandom DC comics
32.1 'Worthwhile'

"You already have a daughter, mister  Harper, who is seven years old… why do you want to become legal guardian to a second girl who is… seventeen years old?"

 

Roy looked at the judge and took a very deep breath. "'Cause I think it's worthwhile." He said, "She's the daughter of a friend of my family, and her mother was declared unfit, as the court knows.  She's a good girl and frankly, I don't want to see her have to spend holidays and summers alone and have to jump hoops for the next few years trying to get things done. She deserves a home and a family."

 

"You feel very strongly about this." The judge noted.

 

"Yeah, I do." Roy squared his shoulders in his suit. "Look, your honor, I do have a daughter. The joy of my life… and Cissie's a sweetheart and I love her, too.  She's a little sister to me. I want to give her a home and a family like I didn't have when I was her age. Someone took me in, thought I was worthwhile when I was her age, a little younger.  I'm passing it along."

 

The woman sat back in her chair and said, slowly, "Mister Harper, I had no intention of granting you custody. Your record- your profession, and your home life are not what I would typically call healthy. However, upon meeting you and further consideration I grant your request.  This court grants you custody of Cissie King-Jones."

 

"Thank you, your honor!" Roy grinned.

Roy grinned. Christmas was always a great time of year, and this was looking to be an especially good Christmas. He had Lian, and Dick, and Cissie on weekends...

And he'd get her paperwork done soon enough, he figured. And talk to her... but for now, it was time for his six-thirty phone call,

"Hey, Ciss!" he said when she picked up, "Feeling better, hon?"

Roy sighed, and picked up the phone. Sound normal, sound okay...

"Hey, Dinah." he said, "Wanted me to call?"

Damn gossip heroes...

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Green.

*laughs*

Really? You just had to pick green, randomly, and hold it up? Why? I mean, is it because you say ooooh, I have a JL-er who was a sidekick, let me probe into his sidekick psyche? Is that it? 

Well. I'll indulge you. 'Cause I'm stuck in here another half-hour and you're a bastard.

So, yeah, green. Green Arrow, Green Lantern, best 'buddies' in the business.  Then there's the kid in red, dangling along behind. Seriously, why red? I mean, I love red, but red is what you aim for... whatever. Does it matter? I don't think it does. 

Green Arrow was my mentor. Green Arrow is my only living father. Green Arrow left me, and threw me out when I needed him the most.  He's around, now, when I need him, but sometimes I wish he'd been around then.

Though if he had been I wouldn't have my baby. So it turned out okay.

Green.  You've gotta be shittin' me...

Roy'd had Cissie over for the weekend, ostensibly to help out with Lian, but in reality because Cissie living at Elias really and truly pissed him off.  She was a joy to have around, and Lian adored her.

Wasn't sure what Dick thought of her, though, and his mouth set in an unhappy line.  Busy. He was probably just busy...

Anyway, that wasn't what he was thinking about. He was thinking about *Cissie* and how lonely she must be...

"Hey, Ciss?" he leaned over the kitchen countertop, "Wanna make cookies?"

Muse Roy Harper
Prompt: Week 23.2 Past Present and future.

Past present and future….

 

Well, gods know I've got a past, and a hella one. But that's past, I'm not going to wallow in it or repeat it because you're NOT doomed to repeat history. You're doomed to remember it though. I wish I could forget parts of it. 

 

Present, well, now, that's where I live! /smiles/ Presently, things are going good. Well, as good as a hero's life ever goes. I've got my baby, I think I've got my Robbie, and I'm learning my little sister. I've got Ollie and Dinah and Connor and Mia and presently, that's all I need to be happy.  I've got a job I'm good at, and a famiy that loves me.  Really, asking for more would be tempting fate.

 

Future… oh, I don't like looking there, don't like seeing when my baby's going to grow up and be gone and when I'll finally lose the strength to draw my bow, or when I… I get that phonecall. Yeah, I know I shouldn't be thinking I'll be the one getting the phonecall, what with Dick being younger'n me, but, dammit, I can't help but feel that he'll lead the way in that, too.

 

Near future, that's bearable. I'm… looking into things to see if there is any way I can help Cissie. I don't like the thought of her being stuck at that school so much, even if she's a real trooper about it. Kid her age shouldn't be on her own that much.  dammit, Bonnie, you thought you were doing her any favors?

Roy was waiting for the call, or for Cissie to show up.

Robin'd be telling her any time now, and, well... Yeah. He was a big brother. Again.

Foreman: "Noble"

House: "Moronic--it's a synonym" House and Foreman from House

 

/Laughs/ Some people call being a hero noble, say it’s the greatest thing you can do with your life. Some people, like me, like Dick, hell, our generation of heroes, know it’s the only thing they can do with their lives. Regardless, noble? Hardly.

 

Moronic? There are those who say that, too.  I mean, really, tights and capes and masks and shortpants? What the hell, right? I mean, if that’s not stupid, what is?  Only thing stupider is being a heroes’ villain! Ok, don’t tell any Bats, but… I can see how some kinds of crime would /work/. Identity theft, for one, most of us in the business could do that as easy as pie and not get caught. But the big villain thing? What the hell? You wanna rule the world? Why? That’s stupider than trying to save the world that doesn’t really want saving sometimes.

 

… of course I am not in this suit to save the world. If I were, I’d be a Bat. Nope. I’m in this suit, and I do this job, because it’s what I’m good at, and my baby girl needs her daddy to do something she can be proud of.

 

And she can be proud of me.

Muse:Roy Harper/Red Arrow
Fandom: DC comics

It's Ollie, isn't it?

muse: Roy Harper/Red Arrow
Fandom: DC comics
Scent.

Scent memories’ the strongest, people tell me, and I guess maybe its’ true.

 

I’m not all that sure what they mean, but I know I associate smells with people, and smells with feelings… like I’m scared of wood smoke, always have been. Oh, now, a little bit’s fine, but when it’s, y’know, everywhere, then it’s scary and I’m not.

 

I’ll always associate the spicy-meaty smell of chili with Ollie, and… come to think of it, I’m always trying to make mine smell like his. Never can. Dunno why. I keep trying,t hough, ‘cause he makes the best damn chili… I wish I had some, now.

 

I’d know Dinah’s scent anywhere, in any crowd. It’s warm, and soft, flowery but not overpowering,even when she’s all sweaty and filthy from work she has the gentlest, sweetest scent of any woman I’ve ever known.

 

Then there’s Dick. He smells like chalk, and his soap is kinda generic, for the way he was raised and all, you’d think he’d smell like cologne, but he doesn’t. Just clean and fresh with chalk… or sweaty. I like it when he smells sweaty… /grins/

 

And my baby girl’s momma, she smelled like flowers, just stronger than Dinah, nearly overpowering when you’d bury your nose in her throat… it was intoxicating. I loved it, and sometimes I catch a hint of her on the breeze.

 

My baby girl smells like a little girl should. Like cookies and bubblebath and that body spray she begged for, the pink kind with flowers on the front that matches her hand lotion she never uses but wants anyway.

 

I guess those’re scent memories, aren’t they?

Sight… is invaluable to me. I’m an archer.  I see my target, I raise my bow/crossbow/gun/whatever I’ve got and I hit it.  If you can’t see your target, you’re in trouble.

That said, if you can’t see yourself, you’re also in trouble. Nobody can see all of themselves, but the parts they can see, they need to recognize, and the parts they can’t, use a mirror. That’s what therapy is, for me, a mirror to see the parts of me I can’t see to recognize, and to learn my own face, as others see me. But regardless, sight is invaluable to me. I would be lost without it, like Dick without being able to fly.