"Do you even have a clue how bad you fucked with his head?"
Oh, Roy. I love you for thinking of Dick, even when he in no way deserves you.
"He's a piece of art, Roy. And I say that with admiration, not lust." Ollie gripped the bow tighter. "You...you are my son, my firstborn, of heart and spirit. You're the link between me and Pre...between Dinah and me. And I just..." He knew he needed to say so much, needed to show just how much this had impacted him. "I'm sorry, Roy. So damned sorry."
And this is why Roy had to forgive him. Because if he hadn't, after this completely true and heartfelt apology, it would have made him an ass. And Roy isn't an ass, so yah.
And his actual acceptance was, imo, just perfectly Roy-like. It's begruding, and he doesn't really want to, because *he knows* that Ollie is going to fuck up again, but the kid who'd been abandoned too many times was peeking out of his eyes and th man actually said those three little words, so Roy didn't really have a chance in hell.
"Ollie, my team's here, my kid's preschool is here, along with her doc and all her friends. ..and nothing's going to budge Dick out of the Haven til he whips it into shape or it kills him--now, you tell me how to get back to my team in under fifteen, or my lover from coast to coast for the three hours of sleep he gets when he remembers, now that I've finally got him back, and I might think about finding an apartment around Star City. Might."
*winces at current JLA canon, and sighs.*
"She made it plain she would not fix this matter for him," Connor began. "And though she dismissed Mia and I, we ...lingered in earshot. Mia insisted."
"Attagirl, Mia," Roy said, pride in his voice.
*snicker.* I love the conspiratorial glee Roy has here.
Also, randomly, I adore the Connor in this story. He's 730 degrees of wonderful and canonandexactlyhowheshouldberenderedandwhythehellcan'tJuddseethat.
The younger son could not help but feel protective of their father, and he did not have the same strong attachment to the woman that Roy did.
True, and *squees and the truthfulness of this statement,* and how utterly well it defines both men in one simple sentence.
"....damn, what a mess," Roy finally gave up and swore, brain running on too many different tracks. "Yeah, okay. ..you do realize that if Nightwing ever hears that you called him my pretty bird, he'll make your life hell?"
Connor chuckled. "I finally saw it, in how he looked after she left. I could not think of a better way to express to him how...unwelcome...his actions had been."
As much as I love Ollie calling NW Roy's pretty bird, I adore Connor saying it moreso.
"Lian." Connor was too helpful. "She knows her Uncle Dick is far more special than any other uncles."
Awwww. I have nothing helpful or constructive to add, other than awww. And the mental image that this adds? Lian and Connor randomly discussing how fantasically special Uncle Dick is? Awww.
Gushing, II
Oh, Roy. I love you for thinking of Dick, even when he in no way deserves you.
"He's a piece of art, Roy. And I say that with admiration, not lust." Ollie gripped the bow tighter. "You...you are my son, my firstborn, of heart and spirit. You're the link between me and Pre...between Dinah and me. And I just..." He knew he needed to say so much, needed to show just how much this had impacted him. "I'm sorry, Roy. So damned sorry."
And this is why Roy had to forgive him. Because if he hadn't, after this completely true and heartfelt apology, it would have made him an ass. And Roy isn't an ass, so yah.
And his actual acceptance was, imo, just perfectly Roy-like. It's begruding, and he doesn't really want to, because *he knows* that Ollie is going to fuck up again, but the kid who'd been abandoned too many times was peeking out of his eyes and th man actually said those three little words, so Roy didn't really have a chance in hell.
"Ollie, my team's here, my kid's preschool is here, along with her doc and all her friends. ..and nothing's going to budge Dick out of the Haven til he whips it into shape or it kills him--now, you tell me how to get back to my team in under fifteen, or my lover from coast to coast for the three hours of sleep he gets when he remembers, now that I've finally got him back, and I might think about finding an apartment around Star City. Might."
*winces at current JLA canon, and sighs.*
"She made it plain she would not fix this matter for him," Connor began. "And though she dismissed Mia and I, we ...lingered in earshot. Mia insisted."
"Attagirl, Mia," Roy said, pride in his voice.
*snicker.* I love the conspiratorial glee Roy has here.
Also, randomly, I adore the Connor in this story. He's 730 degrees of wonderful and canonandexactlyhowheshouldberenderedandwhythehellcan'tJuddseethat.
The younger son could not help but feel protective of their father, and he did not have the same strong attachment to the woman that Roy did.
True, and *squees and the truthfulness of this statement,* and how utterly well it defines both men in one simple sentence.
"....damn, what a mess," Roy finally gave up and swore, brain running on too many different tracks. "Yeah, okay. ..you do realize that if Nightwing ever hears that you called him my pretty bird, he'll make your life hell?"
Connor chuckled. "I finally saw it, in how he looked after she left. I could not think of a better way to express to him how...unwelcome...his actions had been."
As much as I love Ollie calling NW Roy's pretty bird, I adore Connor saying it moreso.
"Lian." Connor was too helpful. "She knows her Uncle Dick is far more special than any other uncles."
Awwww. I have nothing helpful or constructive to add, other than awww. And the mental image that this adds? Lian and Connor randomly discussing how fantasically special Uncle Dick is? Awww.
This fic was joyous, and brought me much glee.