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Name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 21

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Magic Anon: none
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Might get NSFW, read this page before rping with me.
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He was about to retort to some snappy comment in return, before Jason smacked his head and he let a huff out, glaring in return. “I can’t just not blame myself, I told you why I am doing so, so stop telling me not to. Because it was my fault.” Rubbing at the spot he let a sigh out as he leaned back onto the couch again, shrugging “Well it’s not really overly sunny and we’re inside anyway, so I’d expected you to take them off a while ago. Unless you’ve suddenly developed some weird sunglasses fetish I haven’t heard of before.”

Jason just smacked Roy on the back of his head again. “And I told you to fucking stop blaming yourself. I am fine. Sure I would’ve preferred not getting blown up and captured, but that has always been a possibility with the shit that we do. Our work is dangerous, so learn to deal that things just happen. SO stop blaming yourself or I’m going to keep hitting you.” He huffed and scowled. “Yeah well, I just feel like wearing them okay? It was dark were I was being held and I still haven’t gotten used to all this light yet.” It was a half lie. The place he was stuck at was dark, but he had gotten used to normal light by now.

"Ow- tch, stop it." He groaned, rubbing at the spot he was smacked at again, rolling his eyes. "Of course you’re fine, you certainly look fine, coming from the dead, genious." He huffed, punching Jason’s arm lightly, more as a gesture than anything else, before slumping back down onto the couch. "Fine, I’ll keep quiet okay?" And just rather think about it than tell it out loud. "…yeah, okay, let’s say I buy that for now." He shrugged, he knew that wasn’t the whole reason for those sunglasses, but if it made the other happy, why the heck not. He simply rolled his eyes again, before sighing. "Either way, want anything to eat or drink?" Although they might have to order it, since the red head’s fridge was really emptier than usual.

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“…well yeah, for an obvious reason, genious.” He rolled his eyes, slouching against the couch as well, letting a sigh out, glancing over at what Jason said next. “But it is my fault, alright? Now stop trying to fucking convince me it’s not. And don’t even dare to do that, besides I am getting enough sleep as it is, don’t freaking worry so much. Rather tell me what’s with those damn sunglasses you have up the entire time?”

“Well I’m not dead, so stop looking at me like that. Can’t you be happy about that?” Jason then scowled a bit, reaching over to smack Roy on the back of the head. “Seriously, what did I just say? Have you gotten stupid since I’ve been gone? And what about my glasses? This isn’t the first time I’ve worn them over here.”

He was about to retort to some snappy comment in return, before Jason smacked his head and he let a huff out, glaring in return. “I can’t just not blame myself, I told you why I am doing so, so stop telling me not to. Because it was my fault.” Rubbing at the spot he let a sigh out as he leaned back onto the couch again, shrugging “Well it’s not really overly sunny and we’re inside anyway, so I’d expected you to take them off a while ago. Unless you’ve suddenly developed some weird sunglasses fetish I haven’t heard of before.”

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“Well obviously, but we thought you were dead…” Even there was practically no body left, all Roy found was Jason’s comm and that was it. Well the idea of him getting blown up to pieces also crossed his mind and that was that. But apparently not…and now he mentioned he was being stuck in a cell? Great, even better, had he known, he would’ve gone and looked for him. He glanced over at Jason at the nudge, forcing just a slight smile up, shrugging. “… I know you were..and I agreed to it…still my damn fault.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tilted his head up, resting it against the couch, smiling a bit at the nickname. Welll he hadn’t heard that one in a while.

“Yeah I can tell. You did look like you’ve seen a ghost and everything.” Jason sighed and slouched a bit more against the couch. He was tired. Which was strange because all he mostly did was sleep during his time in captivity. He was too injured the first two weeks so he just spent the whole time sleeping and recovering. “If I hear you blaming yourself again, I will hit you in the head. It’d be good for you too. Knock ya out and then you’ll finally get some sleep.”

"…well yeah, for an obvious reason, genious." He rolled his eyes, slouching against the couch as well, letting a sigh out, glancing over at what Jason said next. "But it is my fault, alright? Now stop trying to fucking convince me it’s not. And don’t even dare to do that, besides I am getting enough sleep as it is, don’t freaking worry so much. Rather tell me what’s with those damn sunglasses you have up the entire time?"

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“Happy to see you? You were believed to be dead, might go and explain this first? The whole damn place blew up, genius, how are you still standing anyway?” He narrowed his eyes, hands clenched into his fists again, not really caring for the punch, before he leaned back as well, folding his arms, sort of curling in on himself. “And it was my fault, if you wouldn’t help me with it, that wouldn’t have happened. So don’t even…but yeah…I missed you.” He muttered. And of course he was happy to see him, even if he didn’t make it look like it.

“I was gone for a month. It took some time for me to get better. Not to mention I was stuck in a cell.” He shrugged as he didn’t want to go into further details. He sighed and nudged Roy lightly, trying to cheer him up. To be honest he really wasn’t feeling all to great either, but he knew Roy had been beating himself up. “I was the one that forced my way into your investigation. So it’s technically my fault… and yeah missed ya too Arrowhead.”

"Well obviously, but we thought you were dead…" Even there was practically no body left, all Roy found was Jason’s comm and that was it. Well the idea of him getting blown up to pieces also crossed his mind and that was that. But apparently not…and now he mentioned he was being stuck in a cell? Great, even better, had he known, he would’ve gone and looked for him. He glanced over at Jason at the nudge, forcing just a slight smile up, shrugging. "… I know you were..and I agreed to it…still my damn fault." He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tilted his head up, resting it against the couch, smiling a bit at the nickname. Welll he hadn’t heard that one in a while.

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“But how-” He didn’t really bother commenting on the part on where he looked worse than Jason anyway, which he did, just that he didn’t exactly realize it. And not that he cared anyway. Moving out of the way as he was nudged to the side, he closed the door behind Jason, following him to the couch, before frowning at the grin the other put up as he sat down next to him. “What, think this is funny or something?” Because Roy sure as hell didn’t. The guy was believed to be dead and it was his fault, so how the hell was he now sitting on his couch, grinning back at him like nothing had happened? “…uh, sorry…for dragging you along on that mission.” 

Jason rolled his eyes. “Of course it’s not funny. I thought you would’ve been happy to see me though.” He then punched Roy lightly in the arm. “Don’t fucking apologize. I chose to help you. I was the one that decided to check out the warehouse. It was a trap okay? None of it was your fault. Whoever set it up, and it wasn’t the Joker, wanted me alive.” He sighed and leaned his head back. “It wasn’t your fault, so stop blaming yourself. As you can see I’m perfectly fine.” Not really, but no one needed to know that.

"Happy to see you? You were believed to be dead, might go and explain this first? The whole damn place blew up, genius, how are you still standing anyway?" He narrowed his eyes, hands clenched into his fists again, not really caring for the punch, before he leaned back as well, folding his arms, sort of curling in on himself. "And it was my fault, if you wouldn’t help me with it, that wouldn’t have happened. So don’t even…but yeah…I missed you." He muttered. And of course he was happy to see him, even if he didn’t make it look like it.

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Roy had become even more careless on the missions that followed, also slacking more on sleep, food or excercise, as if that’ll get him anywhere, ever since Jason disappeared. Or was believed dead, anyway. And who to blame but himself? Of course he was still doing that, because really, had Jason not helped him on hisown mission, that wouldn’t have happened.

Wincing as he bandaged up a few newly gotten cuts along his arm, he raised an eyebrow at the knock. He didn’t expect visitors, especially since he’d made so damn sure he did not want people around right now. Either way he got up though, opening the door and practically froze on spot at who he was looking at. No not looking, he pretty much stared at Jason, as if he was some damn hallucination or something. Well that’s what he gets for not sleeping so long huh. Clenching his fists, he let a shaky breath out, before finally speaking. “Y-you were supposed to be dead.”

“Nice too see ya too.” Jason answered back as he observed the other. It was obvious that Roy definitely wasn’t taking care of himself. He looked even worse than the last time he saw Roy. How the fuck was the guy even standing? He looked like he was on the verge of dying right there. “Besides you’re the one that looks more like death then me. What the fuck? You need to take better care of yourself.”

He gently nudged Roy out of the way and walked into the room. He dropped down onto the couch and grinned at Roy. He wanted to keep the air light hearted since it really looked like Roy needed it. What he hoped was that the other wouldn’t question his sunglasses. He used to wear them around all the time when he first worked with Roy and the archer didn’t know his name.

"But how-" He didn’t really bother commenting on the part on where he looked worse than Jason anyway, which he did, just that he didn’t exactly realize it. And not that he cared anyway. Moving out of the way as he was nudged to the side, he closed the door behind Jason, following him to the couch, before frowning at the grin the other put up as he sat down next to him. "What, think this is funny or something?" Because Roy sure as hell didn’t. The guy was believed to be dead and it was his fault, so how the hell was he now sitting on his couch, grinning back at him like nothing had happened? "…uh, sorry…for dragging you along on that mission." 

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After everything settled down back at home, Jason decided he needed to visit Roy. To make sure that he wasn’t doing anything stupid. Like blaming himself.

He stood outside of Roy’s apartment with a pair of sunglasses on. He didn’t want to show the other his eye injury though. Hell, he wasn’t even suppose to be out of the house yet. Whatever. He knocked on his door. If the other didn’t open the door, then he would just open it himself.

Roy had become even more careless on the missions that followed, also slacking more on sleep, food or excercise, as if that’ll get him anywhere, ever since Jason disappeared. Or was believed dead, anyway. And who to blame but himself? Of course he was still doing that, because really, had Jason not helped him on his own mission, that wouldn’t have happened.

Wincing as he bandaged up a few newly gotten cuts along his arm, he raised an eyebrow at the knock. He didn’t expect visitors, especially since he’d made so damn sure he did not want people around right now. Either way he got up though, opening the door and practically froze on spot at who he was looking at. No not looking, he pretty much stared at Jason, as if he was some damn hallucination or something. Well that’s what he gets for not sleeping so long huh. Clenching his fists, he let a shaky breath out, before finally speaking. “Y-you were supposed to be dead.”

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“My apologies, I only meant to express concern,” he said, ducking his head, expression a bit sheepish. Of course, he doubted Roy would appreciate his concern, none that anyone else expressed seemed to do a thing to stop him, so why would this be any different? The corner of Kaldur’s mouth twitched upwards as he shook his head. “No, I am rather persistant and stubborn. I had merely hoped to talk and… perhaps spend some time with Roy Harper instead of Red Arrow?” 

“Of course you did.” He sighed, actually smiling slightly by wha the other had said last, nodding, persistant and stubborn, exactly why he didn’t really want to argue about anything, so he might as well just let it go, so they could spend some time together. Since they haven’t done that in ages. “Hah, spoken like some poet, but yeah, sure I’m up for that, we could grab a drink or something?” Maybe order some food while at it, skipping that for as long as Roy had, was starting to show.

A little of the tension went out of Kaldur’s shoulders at the sight of Roy’s smile, glad he had not made another misstep here. He hadn’t thought there was anything particularly poetic about his words, so he decided to let that go, assuming Roy was simply mocking him. At the suggestion, he inclined his head in a slight nod. “I would not be opposed to that… perhaps some food as well?’ he added, noticing that the archer seemed to have lost a bit of weight since he had last seen him.

“Hah, well then it’s settled.” He kept the smile up, surprisingly and nodded in the direction down the street. “Know this diner, not to far from here, if you’re up for that? Unless you want something specific, hah, I don’t mind either way.” He really didn’t, as long as he had the company and some drinks and food, he really couldn’t care less what they were eating or drinking. Well as long as it was edible. He didn’t intend on staying for long though, that’s for sure.

Kaldur nodded. “I am sure the diner will be suitable,” he said, moving to fall into step beside the archer. It didn’t particularly matter to him, honestly he was still surprised Roy had agreed so easily. All he wanted was a bit of time with his friend before Roy disappeared again without a trace. He knew better than to try to follow when Roy did not wish to be found, so he would have to make the most of this. “I trust you have been keeping busy,” he said after a moment. Silence between them was not uncomfortable, but there had been nothing but radio silence for months. He raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any stories with which you would like to shock or impress me?” There was a slight tease in his voice, something that rarely happened in the archer’s absence. 

"Always the optimistic one, huh?" He let a slight chuckle out, walking down the street towards the diner he’d mentioned, pretty glad he’ll get a chance to spend some time with the Atlantean. Which he hadn’t really done in ages, what with being busy with the damn search and whatnot. So of course he kept on disappearing, he didn’t want anyone else on this but himself. After the rest gave up that was. Seeing how pointless this one man mission was and that the original was probably dead even, didn’t stop Roy though. He intended to finish this, no matter the cost. Which was terribly big so far and not only money-vise. "Busy’s what you could call it yeah." He raised an eyebrow turning to glance at Kaldur at the question, which did hold a slight tease in his voice, making the redhead smile slightly, smile faltering soon enough though. He really had nothing much to tell, nothing the other’d want to hear anyway. So he shrugged. "Not really….dead ends all the time, but really what were you expecting." He let a sigh out.

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“My apologies, I only meant to express concern,” he said, ducking his head, expression a bit sheepish. Of course, he doubted Roy would appreciate his concern, none that anyone else expressed seemed to do a thing to stop him, so why would this be any different? The corner of Kaldur’s mouth twitched upwards as he shook his head. “No, I am rather persistant and stubborn. I had merely hoped to talk and… perhaps spend some time with Roy Harper instead of Red Arrow?” 

“Of course you did.” He sighed, actually smiling slightly by wha the other had said last, nodding, persistant and stubborn, exactly why he didn’t really want to argue about anything, so he might as well just let it go, so they could spend some time together. Since they haven’t done that in ages. “Hah, spoken like some poet, but yeah, sure I’m up for that, we could grab a drink or something?” Maybe order some food while at it, skipping that for as long as Roy had, was starting to show.

A little of the tension went out of Kaldur’s shoulders at the sight of Roy’s smile, glad he had not made another misstep here. He hadn’t thought there was anything particularly poetic about his words, so he decided to let that go, assuming Roy was simply mocking him. At the suggestion, he inclined his head in a slight nod. “I would not be opposed to that… perhaps some food as well?’ he added, noticing that the archer seemed to have lost a bit of weight since he had last seen him.

"Hah, well then it’s settled." He kept the smile up, surprisingly and nodded in the direction down the street. "Know this diner, not to far from here, if you’re up for that? Unless you want something specific, hah, I don’t mind either way." He really didn’t, as long as he had the company and some drinks and food, he really couldn’t care less what they were eating or drinking. Well as long as it was edible. He didn’t intend on staying for long though, that’s for sure.

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Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

Kaldur nodded. “Of course, because neglecting rest and your wellbeing has greatly increased the speed of your search thus far,” he said,tone pointedly deadpan. It was a cheap shot and he knew it, but he hated the way Roy was tearing himself apart over this. Relenting, his eyes fell to the ground and his shoulders moved with a silent sigh. “If you have no time for breaks, perhaps you have time for someone to assist you?”

“Oh don’t try and be all smart, it’s been working out fine for me so far.” He rolled his eyes, not really caring for the comment, even though the Atlantean was right and had a point. He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets next. “Don’t need anyone to assist me, that’s my thing and my thing to do alone. The rest gave up by now and frankly, I don’t need them back on it. But something tells me you ain’t gonna give up with trying to pull me away from my work or trying to help me, so I’ll just agree to taking that break. For a bit.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting a sigh out. “What did you have in mind anyway?”

“My apologies, I only meant to express concern,” he said, ducking his head, expression a bit sheepish. Of course, he doubted Roy would appreciate his concern, none that anyone else expressed seemed to do a thing to stop him, so why would this be any different? The corner of Kaldur’s mouth twitched upwards as he shook his head. “No, I am rather persistant and stubborn. I had merely hoped to talk and… perhaps spend some time with Roy Harper instead of Red Arrow?” 

"Of course you did." He sighed, actually smiling slightly by wha the other had said last, nodding, persistant and stubborn, exactly why he didn’t really want to argue about anything, so he might as well just let it go, so they could spend some time together. Since they haven’t done that in ages. "Hah, spoken like some poet, but yeah, sure I’m up for that, we could grab a drink or something?" Maybe order some food while at it, skipping that for as long as Roy had, was starting to show.

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Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

Kaldur nodded. “Of course, because neglecting rest and your wellbeing has greatly increased the speed of your search thus far,” he said,tone pointedly deadpan. It was a cheap shot and he knew it, but he hated the way Roy was tearing himself apart over this. Relenting, his eyes fell to the ground and his shoulders moved with a silent sigh. “If you have no time for breaks, perhaps you have time for someone to assist you?”

"Oh don’t try and be all smart, it’s been working out fine for me so far." He rolled his eyes, not really caring for the comment, even though the Atlantean was right and had a point. He shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets next. "Don’t need anyone to assist me, that’s my thing and my thing to do alone. The rest gave up by now and frankly, I don’t need them back on it. But something tells me you ain’t gonna give up with trying to pull me away from my work or trying to help me, so I’ll just agree to taking that break. For a bit.” He ran his hand through his hair, letting a sigh out. “What did you have in mind anyway?”

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Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”

Kaldur tilted his head slightly to one side, noting the slight stiffness to Roy’s smile. “I am well enough. And you, my friend? Forgive me, I know it has been some time since I last saw you.”

“So I see, hah, I’m doing just fine.” He shrugged, whatever keeping up with the damn search and getting practically nowhere can be called, but to anyone else he was ‘fine’. “Maybe a bit tired, but still alright…and yeah been some time.” More like ages, but that was mainly Roy’s fault anyway, he decided to drop as much contact with anyone else as possible.

Arching a brow, Kaldur looked him over once more, slight frown settling on his face. “I see, perhaps, if you are not too consumed with your search at the moment, you would consider taking a break with an old friend?” He had promised himself he wouldn’t interfere with Roy’s quest, but the archer looked tired and worn. It had been some time since they had last seen each other and Kaldur was more than a little concerned for Roy’s wellbeing.

Raising an eyebrow in return at the question, he did notice the frown, obviously the other’d pick everything right up. Not that it mattered as much, though. “Hah, don’t really have time for taking breaks, Kal.” Just like he kept slacking on food, sleep or excercise, the search came first, even if it got him practically nowhere. Well yet. He’d hoped he’d at least find something to lead him onwards by now after he’d been at it for this long. Guess not. 

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Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”

Kaldur tilted his head slightly to one side, noting the slight stiffness to Roy’s smile. “I am well enough. And you, my friend? Forgive me, I know it has been some time since I last saw you.”

"So I see, hah, I’m doing just fine." He shrugged, whatever keeping up with the damn search and getting practically nowhere can be called, but to anyone else he was ‘fine’. "Maybe a bit tired, but still alright…and yeah been some time." More like ages, but that was mainly Roy’s fault anyway, he decided to drop as much contact with anyone else as possible.

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Roy raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he forced a slight smile up. “Well look who showed up after a while…how’s it going?”