Aim and Fire

I say my dear fellow, what in goodness's name is, and I quote, "angroy"? It sounds like a serious condition. I do believe you should examine it before it does any further damage. Ah, and you may just consider exercising the use of the bathtub if you look anything like your...splendid portrait of yourself on this page.

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 19:24:36 +1200

It’s just a play on words. Y’know, a pun. Just, uh, nevermind.

I’m—hey, I had a shower a couple nights ago! I look perfectly fine.

batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: You don’t seem so.. sorted. Look, just...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 13:12:16 +1200

angroyarcher:

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass:

You don’t seem so.. sorted.

Look, just drop it. It doesn’t matter.

Roy.. you can’t walk in looking… like that and not expect.. Not expect me to wonder. Or worry.

You shouldn’t need to worry, I’m fine. I just ran into some old friends, that’s all.

*stares silently for a long time*

Fine.

Oh.. by the way.. have you seen Jason? The fat fat rabbit?

Uh… what? A rabbit? No, I haven’t. When I see him, I’ll be sure to say hello. And try not to kick him to see what happens.

batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: You don’t seem so.. sorted. Look, just drop it. It doesn’t...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:58:16 +1200

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass:

You don’t seem so.. sorted.

Look, just drop it. It doesn’t matter.

Roy.. you can’t walk in looking… like that and not expect.. Not expect me to wonder. Or worry.

You shouldn’t need to worry, I’m fine. I just ran into some old friends, that’s all.

batcass: You don’t seem so.. sorted. Look, just drop it. It doesn’t matter.

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:39:05 +1200

batcass:

You don’t seem so.. sorted.

Look, just drop it. It doesn’t matter.

batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: angroyarcher: batcass replied to your...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:26:08 +1200

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes.

Hmm. Accepted. Haven’t seen you since …the fight with Joker.

Yeah, I haven’t been around much. Went back to Star to sort some things out, but I’m back now, so everyone can relax.

Relaxation is the last thing happening when you’re around.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

I’ll take that as sarcasm.

You are misguided

And you’re lying. What was your real reason for leaving..for disappearing.

I didn’t disappear, I just… left for a while? And really, it was just to sort some personal things out, that’s all.

batcass: angroyarcher: batcass: angroyarcher: batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:16:11 +1200

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes.

Hmm. Accepted. Haven’t seen you since …the fight with Joker.

Yeah, I haven’t been around much. Went back to Star to sort some things out, but I’m back now, so everyone can relax.

Relaxation is the last thing happening when you’re around.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

I’ll take that as sarcasm.

You are misguided

batcass: angroyarcher: batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes. Hmm. Accepted....

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:07:17 +1200

batcass:

angroyarcher:

batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes.

Hmm. Accepted. Haven’t seen you since …the fight with Joker.

Yeah, I haven’t been around much. Went back to Star to sort some things out, but I’m back now, so everyone can relax.

Relaxation is the last thing happening when you’re around.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes. Hmm. Accepted. Haven’t seen you since...

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 12:02:07 +1200

batcass replied to your post: You’re a sight for sore eyes.

Hmm. Accepted. Haven’t seen you since …the fight with Joker.

Yeah, I haven’t been around much. Went back to Star to sort some things out, but I’m back now, so everyone can relax.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 16:25:24 +1200

And you’re not. *Lazy grin*

milliondollardebut: angroyarcher: milliondollardebut: angroyarcher replied to your post:...

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 18:02:13 +1200

milliondollardebut:

angroyarcher:

milliondollardebut:

angroyarcher replied to your post: angroyarcher liked your post: Hey Buzzkill…

I’m liking for the “No-Nonsense-Babs”.

You are the definition of nonsense, you know.

That’s a funny way of spelling awesome.

Oh, you’re hilarious.

I like to think so.

milliondollardebut: angroyarcher replied to your post: angroyarcher liked your post: Hey...

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 17:59:45 +1200

milliondollardebut:

angroyarcher replied to your post: angroyarcher liked your post: Hey Buzzkill…

I’m liking for the “No-Nonsense-Babs”.

You are the definition of nonsense, you know.

That’s a funny way of spelling awesome.

hi there speedy

Sun, 08 Jul 2012 20:10:21 +1200

It’s not Speedy, it hasn’t been Speedy for years.

It’s Arsenal. Remember that.

I heard that Jasonpig is back in town.

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 12:28:21 +1200

Still don’t know what a Jasonpig is…

Roy. Hey Roy. It's Donna. You know. That chick you used to be on a team with. Call me. Maybe?

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:51:39 +1200

Name rings a bell. Might have to give me a few more hints though, then I might remember.

You forgot about Jasonpig? :c

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 18:04:23 +1200

Still have no idea what you mean, anon.

Jasonpig?

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 20:41:18 +1200

…I have no idea what you’re talking about.

flyingdgrayson: flyingdgrayson: Dick gave him a grin, then nudged him with his shoulder as he...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 16:00:09 +1200

flyingdgrayson:

flyingdgrayson:

Dick gave him a grin, then nudged him with his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around him. It was good to have him here, have this moment together. Things had been weird between them for so long and he missed being best friends with Roy. He had to admit that sometimes, he felt…

Dick laughed again, a real genuine, happy laugh. He’d missed this. He’d missed his pal and the way they used to get along. How they played off each other well. The original team had balanced each other so well, each person bringing something unique in personality to the table. And though the years had been hard on Dick and Roy’s friendship, they always found a way to being bros again. And that was why he loved Roy.

“I have no doubt, man. No doubt.” He slugged Roy in the shoulder playfully. “Uh… I have to tell you something, because Donna got mad I didn’t tell her.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain of the best way to say this. He didn’t like bringing up sad things or bad things. He was always such a perky person so it was best that he try to keep his smile.

“Just before someone else tells you…” He swallowed. “I died. For a little bit.”

“Yeah?” Roy waited for his friend to speak, eyebrow raised, aware of the change of attitude from Dick. Dick’s smile looked strained, forced, more of an odd grimace than anything. Roy felt a wave of uneasiness as Dick struggled for words.

“You… died.” He said flatly. “How long is a little bit, exactly?” His voice stayed flat, as if he didn’t believe it at all, but Dick wouldn’t lie to him now, so it must be true. “And if you died, tell me, how exactly are you here now?”

flyingdgrayson: angroyarcher replied to your post: Da da da da da da circus da da da da da da...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 15:41:31 +1200

flyingdgrayson:

angroyarcher replied to your post: Da da da da da da circus da da da da da da afro,…

You too?

Yes. I’m from the circus.

And here I thought you were a farm boy.

flyingdgrayson: Dick gave him a grin, then nudged him with his shoulder as he wrapped his arm...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 15:37:30 +1200

flyingdgrayson:

Dick gave him a grin, then nudged him with his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around him. It was good to have him here, have this moment together. Things had been weird between them for so long and he missed being best friends with Roy. He had to admit that sometimes, he felt a little like Jason replaced him.

“So… good. You’re going to be a grooms dude or whatever they’re called.” He sighed heavily. “I miss our friendship. I miss how close we were. And now you’re here, Donna’s around… Wally’s around. We all… need to be better about seeing each other. Being friends. Hell, Kyle was even part of our posse for awhile.”

He needed this. He needed his friends to come back together because he had a feeling that his job was about to get really hard, and he’d need as many allies and friends as he could get. If this Owls thing was real, he’d need an army to fight them.

Roy couldn’t stop the grin that fought its way onto his lips. “I’ll be the best ‘grooms dude’ ever.” He kept the grin on his face as he listened to Dick. “I miss it too. But now we have time to fix it, and it’ll be awesome, and nothing can stop us from being the best friends of all time.” Roy felt like he was Speedy again, all the excitement he’d felt back then seemed to bubble up inside him. His whole face lit up as he smiled at Dick, his friend, his team mate.

To be completely honest, Roy needed Dick to be here with him. Dick was one of his oldest friends, if not the oldest, and when Roy had gone around with Jason, they’d grown apart, and it had effected Roy much more than he’d realized. And to start working past that, it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, a burden had been taken away that he hadn’t realised he was carrying. He felt a lot better about looking Dick in the eyes and knowing his best friend would be there from now on.

The Physical Damage Can Be Fixed

Thu, 31 May 2012 19:06:18 +1200

tinyterbear:

angroyarcher:

tinyterbear:

“You’d think after the first time you’d learn to knock,” Terry retorted.

“Not like it’s any of your business,” he started, but thought better of it and changed his tone slightly. It really wasn’t Roy’s business, or anyone’s, but he’d been learning that people liked to pry here in the past. So far the only person who hadn’t was that Red Robin kid. He liked the kid of that.

“Crashed a motorcycle,” he said casually, bringing his knee up to his chest to inspect the damage to his ankle. He inhaled sharply as he did. Damn, that hurt. “It’s not my fault you keep walking in on my in the bathroom. Kind of a room where I don’t really need pants, y’know? And that… really wasn’t something I needed to know about Grayson.”

Roy ignored him. He’d been living out on his own for a while, he’d gotten used to just walking into rooms without knocking. Guess that’s one habit he’d have to kick.

“Damn.” Roy replied. “Looks bad. If you’d let me, I could help out. I don’t look it, but I’m good with medical treatment.”

“Heh, yeah I guess you’re right. But uh, you know there is a lock on the door, right?” He gestured back to the door with his thumb over his shoulder, a grin playing on his lips. “You could always lock everyone out. Unless, you’re hoping someone would walk in.” He gave a wide grin. “It’s practically public knowledge that Dick prefers going solo. Pretty sure it was in the papers once.”

“It’s fine,” Terry said, perhaps a bit too quickly. It was a lie - he wasn’t fine, he knew it. He’d hoped he’d be out of the Manor know, but with Dick acting like a nanny, there was no way. Not unless Terry stole another motorcycle, and then it would just be a matter of time until someone tracked him down again. He wasn’t a detective like the others, he couldn’t hide his trail that well. Especially with a limp and a memorable dog.

“I’m used to doors that lock on their own,” Terry snapped. All this stupid low tech was such an annoyance. And was this guy talking about news papers? Talk about old fashioned, Terry had only ever seen those in museums. “He’s not in the papers where I’m from, so sorry for not knowing the intimate details of a the life of a billionaire’s son. Well, no, I know the details of another billionaire’s son, but that’s part of my job. And he’s actually relevant enough to make the news.”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, you’re fine. And I’m not a natural red head.” He said, very heavy on the sarcasm. “What are you even trying to do to it, break it off?”

“Oh yeah, future guy. Right.” Roy let out a yawn, and rolled his shoulders. “So, what, the future Wayne’s aren’t always in the papers? There are never some new scandals the reporters made up about the billionaires to make ‘em look bad? Must be dull in future Gotham. I hope future Star isn’t like that.” He leaned against the wall, shifting his weight so he wasn’t putting as much weight on his ankle. It was a constant dull throbbing, the damn thing just wouldn’t heal. Maybe he was using it too much, even though he was constantly lying in bed.