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Non ADP fic: Comes A Reckoning
Once upon a time, I wrote a fic called Love and Loss, in which I thought I did a pretty decent job of breaking Dick's heart. In conversation with Pervyficgirl, I threw her an idea that she ran with to write Arrogant Presumption--without which this one will make no sense. Then she wrote Another Taste, from which Merfilly wrote Seeing What's in Plain Sight, which might not have been intended to be in this verse but became part of it when she wrote Substitutes--and a comment I made to that one turned into this fic. However, in the interim, Pervyficgirl wrote Settling.
The follow up to which is:
Title: Comes a Reckoning
Pairings: ...it would be easier to list who isn't or hasn't been sleeping together in this one.
Characters: Ollie, Dick, Hal, Roy, Dinah, and Bruce and Donna around the edges
Rating: R, language and violence
Summary: Some days, Hal's manipulative streak comes around to seriously bite him in the ass. This is definitely one of those days.
Roy froze in place in his trip up to check on his baby girl beside the basement door, low, soft moan from below grabbing all of his attention. Connor and Mia were out of town, that meant there ought to be only one person in this house, really only one person down below, and if Ollie was hurt--
He flashed a look over at Hal, shoulders tightening, and the older man's lips were just as tight as he nodded once, sharply. Roy slid through the cracked-open door and started down the stairs--and he'd never hated quite so much that the new entrance to the revamped Arrowcave was a blind stairway as he did the moment he turned that corner. A shock of agony nearly drove him to his knees as he finally processed what he was seeing...
...but then, wasn't that a pretty typical reaction to seeing your father with your-- EX!--lover? Dick had ripped his heart out a few times over the years, and gods knew how many times Ollie'd done the same--but they'd managed a whole new level of it this time. All the progress he'd made trying to finally fix things with Ollie shattered and fell to ash as he watched his--his... //Masterloverpetbestfriend//--one-time lover crawl deeper into Ollie's arms, pressing desperately against him... better than anyone, he could hear the tears in Dick's voice as he begged, and despite himself anger flickered hot through his eyes, //Don't you make him cry.//
Beside him, Hal snarled with anger--and the sound carried. Ollie's head twisted around, sharp green eyes searching, finding... and they flared hot with anger even as his cheeks paled. "Get the hell out," he mouthed, shoulders moving, cradling Dick against his body... but Batman's son didn't miss that twist, or the surge of anger that had heated Ollie's eyes and tensed his body. His head came up and back, bright blue eyes glazed but searching--and the shocked, horrified agony that made his face a kachina mask for a moment shouldn't have ripped at his own heart the way it did, not after... but it did. He still wasn't over Dick Grayson, damn it... and watching his lover hide against his father's body in reaction to his presence ripped entirely new wounds into his heart. //How could you... You didn't even try to come back!//
"Easy kid," Ollie said, gently, hand sliding down his back--//reassuring Dick, over me?//--easily, and oh, it hurt to watch, "easy. Hal, out."
"I don't think so," Hal replied, eyes narrowed, a dangerous tone in his voice that Roy recognized--quite intimately. //Aw, hell, damn it all to... Hal, why?// That was the kind of tone Hal used with him when he disobeyed him, and if that meant what he thought, that question of his about Ollie took on a whole new set of meanings--
"Oh, don't even. You don't get to take that tone with me anymore, Jordan. Now get out." Ollie's voice snapped with anger and adrenaline as he pulled the sheet higher up Dick's body, urged him under it, then slipped off the bed.
Roy looked away as Hal's voice went soft and deadly. "I don't "get" to take that tone with you? Oliv--"
"Finish that and ring or no damned ring I'm going to hurt you, Jordan," Ollie growled over the sound of pants settling into place, and Roy risked looking back at them, seeing Dick propped up on an elbow, watching with wide, dark-blue eyes, twisted with his knees pulled up to his chest... He knew that posture, that tensed-up (frightened) curl... Dick was ashamed, scared maybe. //Good, damnit.//
Hal took a long, harsh breath, eyes hard, hand tensed at his side, and Ollie snapped at him, "What part of get the fuck out didn't you get?"
He hadn't expected the reaction that got--Hal left his side and stalked over, getting into Ollie's space, "No, Ollie, I don't think I'll be getting out, I think you're going to explain this... after all, what, one generation of Bats wasn't enough for you?"
Dick's head snapped back, eyes a mile wide--and the next thing Roy knew green light flashed as Hal staggered backwards from a full-force hit, sharp 'crack' of the blow echoing off the ceiling. "Oh, look who's talking, Jordan, after all, you're the one fucking my son and my Pretty Bird. You've got no room or right to judge where I take my comfort anymore."
Roy flinched back from the pure venom in Ollie's voice, looking over at Dick with eyes that were probably way too wide--but Dick wasn't looking back at him, he was watching the two older--//not anymore, really//--men with worry on his face.
"So, now he's your son? And... well... we've known the real story of your Pretty Bird for quite some time," Hal growled back, and Roy wished desperately that he could see his face, because he really, truly didn't like what that sounded like... And it wasn't like Hal didn't know things were better between him and Ollie, now.
"Yes, he's my son, you arrogant, manipulative cocksucking bastard," Ollie snarled at him, and Hal's shoulders tensed, muscle tightening all the way down his spine.
"Roy," he called, voice low, "Grayson. Leave." Roy shook his head at Hal's back, afraid to leave them alone when he could see the rage blazing in both of them--things were going to be very, very bad, very soon--//and whose fault is that, Harper?//
Dick tensed, too, unwilling to listen... and Ollie backed Hal, his voice oddly gentle, given the set of his face and the way his biceps were corded up, but threaded with firm command. "Kid, go on upstairs. You don't need to be here for this. Get. Now."
Roy watched as Dick slid off the bed, letting Ollie order him around... and he couldn't believe it as Dick wrapped the sheet high, up over a shoulder, hiding--//from me, Dick?// He would have liked to think it was just Hal his best friend was hiding from, but with the way Dick refused to meet his eyes, even look at him... he didn't think so. //What the hell, Dick? You're acting like I'm the one at fault here.// Dick dipped long enough to snatch up his clothes, then walked towards him, moving easily, even with the tension written all over his face. Roy reached out as he came within inches... and Dick ducked out from under his hand, shying sideways as he headed for the stairs up. His hand hung in the air for a moment before he followed, pain lancing through him almost despite himself. No matter how pissed they were at each other, Dick had never pulled away from his touch before, especially not that violently...
He followed, unable to keep from watching Dick's body move as he went up the stairs---//still so damned graceful//--and slid through the standing-open door. Not much choice but to keep following, no way was he going to let Dick just leave, not after this... and it hit like a slap in the face when his lov--//ex, damn it!//-- suddenly turned sideways and shut the bathroom door behind him... and turned the latch.
He leaned against the opposite wall, too angry and hurt and confused to do anything but wait for answers--with Lian asleep upstairs, it wasn't like he could yell through the door. It felt like hours before Dick opened the door again, and his eyes flicked over the details, finding missing buttons down the chest, at his cuffs--yet another image he'd really never needed, that kind of quick passion between his lover and his father--places where Dick's skin was rubbed red from Ollie's stubble along his throat and jaw, and the defiant, angry tilt of his head and the hard light in his blue eyes.
//Oh. So that's what took so long, you were getting ready to fight with me. Fine.// "Dick, what the fuck? My dad?" He'd barely remembered to keep his voice down.
Those true-blue eyes flashed hot... and he shook his head. "Not in the hallway, we'll wake Lian up."
"Fine. Den. Back that way." Roy tilted his head in the direction of the den and Dick went, walking in to stand in front of the TV stand, looking back at him as he shut the door. "Why not, Roy? It's not like there's a place for me in your life, after all."
"How the--you didn't even try!"
"What?!" That was pretty close to a full-throated shriek, "How the fuck can you say I didn't try, when I left the key to the collar you probably burned on the floor? I came back--and you made it real damn obvious that you'd rather be with Jordan." Dick's eyes were blazing at him, and Roy shook his head, completely confused and more than a little pissed off.
"What're you talking about, Dick?"
"Oh, don't fucking play innocent with me, Roy."
"Dick, I don't know what you're talking about. Far as I knew you were still in Budapest or Sri Lanka or wherever the hell you ran off to." //I'd have known, if you came back, wouldn't I? ...He said, "I left the key"--oh, god, oh god that wasn't how I wanted to--//
Dick's lips thinned, hand tensing at his side. "Forgive me if I don't b--"
"No, I won't, Dick, I have no idea when or what you're talking about. I never saw--you never tried to come ba--"
"Yes I did! But you were a little busy getting your brains fucked out by that damned Lantern to notice me... but I'd think you'd have seen the key laying in front of the closet. You're not normally that blind."
"Dick. There. Was. Never. Anything there--oh, oh fuck, no, Hal..." he growled, feeling his own face go hot with anger. If Dick was telling the truth--and he rarely bothered to lie--Hal was the only explanation, and that he'd thought he had the right to keep that from him...
Dick studied his face, head tilting to the side, and finally he nodded slowly. "Okay. I can--kind of--buy that you didn't know... but that doesn't change anything, Roy. You don't want me--sending everything back to the Manor was a real nice touch to prove that. Hell, the least you could have done was send my collar back, too, so I didn't bother to come out and try to make things right, and see--hear--" he turned away, head dropping against his chest, hand pressed against his eyes as he bit at his lip. After a long moment, "Never mind, Roy. I'll... put yours in the mail, once I get home. Be happy, Roy, God knows I haven't made you happy in years. Take care of yourself... just don't come off like you've got any right to judge what I do anymore." His voice was shaking, and the sound of Dick giving up made fear lash acid lines through his throat and chest.
"Dick, I... what was I supposed to d--"
"Don't, Roy. Just.. don't. Y' deserve better than I've ever given you. It's okay." Dick moved, then, came across the room to him and laid a hand against his cheek, blue eyes gone black, and wet--//no, damnit, Dick, don't cry...//. "It was stupid to think you'd wait for me, especially after everything I've done... but if he ever hurts you, I will kill him." It was fucking terrifying to see that level of sincerity in Dick's pain-dark eyes, and Roy wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in.
"Dick, lying to me ranks right up there, especially about this," he argued, holding on to him, unwilling to let go. It might've been smarter to let go--but when had he ever been the smart one? "And he did. He hid that you'd come back, hid whatever the hell is up with him and Ollie--I can't trust him, Dick, and that doesn't work..."
Dick looked up at him, "And?"
"I.. was so damned tired, Dick, tired of being lonely, of not being wanted... and Hal made it obvious he did.... I never thought you'd come back, Dick, not after..." He shrugged, hand not on Dick twisting helplessly...
"Not after I did everything I could to force you away? Not after I turned into damned near everything I never wanted to be? God, Roy, I'm so sorry... I could say that until I ran out of breath and it wouldn't be enough, but I am, I... fucked up big-time, I know it... But, Roy... you already let go, why're you holding on to me now?"
"Like I could ever get over you? I was trying--god was I trying--but, if I don't have to, if you-"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Dick was wrapped tight around him, clinging with all the strength in that hard body, voice against his ear, "Take me back, please, god take me back, I don't deserve it but Roy please..."
Roy pulled him tighter, wondering how big a mistake he was making, but, "Never thought you'd ask, Dick, never thought you'd want to... God, I missed you so much--"
"Missed you too, every damned day, saw you everywhere..."
Roy pulled his head up and kissed him deep and hard--and Dick somehow pressed tighter against him, hands sliding up to cling to the back of his neck.
Neither of them heard the door crack open, then shut again, but Ollie couldn't help the smile on his face as he saw the two of them wrapped up in each other. He walked away, heading back down the stairs now that he knew the kids were going to be okay... and dialed a number he'd never thought he'd have occasion to use. A sleep-sweet female voice answered after a few minutes, "Hello?"
"Donna. It's Green Arrow. Sorry to call this time of night, but I need a little assistance."
"Where?" Her voice strengthened, sharpened.
"Star City. I'll meet you at the corner of Cape and Laurel Hill, up in the north side of town."
"How big a problem?" He could hear the sounds of her pulling armor on swiftly.
"Oh, fairly small... but if it's not taken care of promptly, it'll make problems for your two favorite boys." He slid into a light version of his own costume, flicking a hard glance at the unconscious man on his floor, then headed out to join her.
"Hm. I'm on my way," she promised, and the line went dead as he headed to meet her.
He wound up leaning against a building for several minutes before she touched down beside him--and her shocked breath told him he looked even worse than he'd thought.
"Green Arrow, what happened?"
"Just settling a few scores, Donna. Come on." He led her back through the path to his home and down through the lower entrance--and she took a sharp breath at seeing Hal there.
"This is your problem?"
"Yeah. Dump his ass somewhere in Coast City, would you? I want him out of my town."
Her eyes widened--she was obviously thinking about various histories, and he knew perfectly well how strange that tone, about Hal, had to sound coming from him. It was more suited to Bruce, after all. "Do I want to know?"
"No. You don't. I... really appreciate this, Donna, and the boys will too."
She nodded and moved over to him, lifting Hal without effort, settling him over one armored shoulder. "It's not a problem, I needed to be up, anyway. Tell them to call me, would you?"
"I will. Fly safe, Donna."
"Take it easy--and put some ice on that eye. Or raw meat. That might work better," she advised as she headed back out, flying rather than walking.
He shook his head, chuckling at one of the kids trying to mother-hen him, and went to settle back in a chair. He'd stay out of Roy's way for a while--at least until he and Dick managed to finish fixing things.
The follow up to which is:
Title: Comes a Reckoning
Pairings: ...it would be easier to list who isn't or hasn't been sleeping together in this one.
Characters: Ollie, Dick, Hal, Roy, Dinah, and Bruce and Donna around the edges
Rating: R, language and violence
Summary: Some days, Hal's manipulative streak comes around to seriously bite him in the ass. This is definitely one of those days.
Roy froze in place in his trip up to check on his baby girl beside the basement door, low, soft moan from below grabbing all of his attention. Connor and Mia were out of town, that meant there ought to be only one person in this house, really only one person down below, and if Ollie was hurt--
He flashed a look over at Hal, shoulders tightening, and the older man's lips were just as tight as he nodded once, sharply. Roy slid through the cracked-open door and started down the stairs--and he'd never hated quite so much that the new entrance to the revamped Arrowcave was a blind stairway as he did the moment he turned that corner. A shock of agony nearly drove him to his knees as he finally processed what he was seeing...
...but then, wasn't that a pretty typical reaction to seeing your father with your-- EX!--lover? Dick had ripped his heart out a few times over the years, and gods knew how many times Ollie'd done the same--but they'd managed a whole new level of it this time. All the progress he'd made trying to finally fix things with Ollie shattered and fell to ash as he watched his--his... //
Beside him, Hal snarled with anger--and the sound carried. Ollie's head twisted around, sharp green eyes searching, finding... and they flared hot with anger even as his cheeks paled. "Get the hell out," he mouthed, shoulders moving, cradling Dick against his body... but Batman's son didn't miss that twist, or the surge of anger that had heated Ollie's eyes and tensed his body. His head came up and back, bright blue eyes glazed but searching--and the shocked, horrified agony that made his face a kachina mask for a moment shouldn't have ripped at his own heart the way it did, not after... but it did. He still wasn't over Dick Grayson, damn it... and watching his lover hide against his father's body in reaction to his presence ripped entirely new wounds into his heart. //How could you... You didn't even try to come back!//
"Easy kid," Ollie said, gently, hand sliding down his back--//reassuring Dick, over me?//--easily, and oh, it hurt to watch, "easy. Hal, out."
"I don't think so," Hal replied, eyes narrowed, a dangerous tone in his voice that Roy recognized--quite intimately. //Aw, hell, damn it all to... Hal, why?// That was the kind of tone Hal used with him when he disobeyed him, and if that meant what he thought, that question of his about Ollie took on a whole new set of meanings--
"Oh, don't even. You don't get to take that tone with me anymore, Jordan. Now get out." Ollie's voice snapped with anger and adrenaline as he pulled the sheet higher up Dick's body, urged him under it, then slipped off the bed.
Roy looked away as Hal's voice went soft and deadly. "I don't "get" to take that tone with you? Oliv--"
"Finish that and ring or no damned ring I'm going to hurt you, Jordan," Ollie growled over the sound of pants settling into place, and Roy risked looking back at them, seeing Dick propped up on an elbow, watching with wide, dark-blue eyes, twisted with his knees pulled up to his chest... He knew that posture, that tensed-up (frightened) curl... Dick was ashamed, scared maybe. //Good, damnit.//
Hal took a long, harsh breath, eyes hard, hand tensed at his side, and Ollie snapped at him, "What part of get the fuck out didn't you get?"
He hadn't expected the reaction that got--Hal left his side and stalked over, getting into Ollie's space, "No, Ollie, I don't think I'll be getting out, I think you're going to explain this... after all, what, one generation of Bats wasn't enough for you?"
Dick's head snapped back, eyes a mile wide--and the next thing Roy knew green light flashed as Hal staggered backwards from a full-force hit, sharp 'crack' of the blow echoing off the ceiling. "Oh, look who's talking, Jordan, after all, you're the one fucking my son and my Pretty Bird. You've got no room or right to judge where I take my comfort anymore."
Roy flinched back from the pure venom in Ollie's voice, looking over at Dick with eyes that were probably way too wide--but Dick wasn't looking back at him, he was watching the two older--//not anymore, really//--men with worry on his face.
"So, now he's your son? And... well... we've known the real story of your Pretty Bird for quite some time," Hal growled back, and Roy wished desperately that he could see his face, because he really, truly didn't like what that sounded like... And it wasn't like Hal didn't know things were better between him and Ollie, now.
"Yes, he's my son, you arrogant, manipulative cocksucking bastard," Ollie snarled at him, and Hal's shoulders tensed, muscle tightening all the way down his spine.
"Roy," he called, voice low, "Grayson. Leave." Roy shook his head at Hal's back, afraid to leave them alone when he could see the rage blazing in both of them--things were going to be very, very bad, very soon--//and whose fault is that, Harper?//
Dick tensed, too, unwilling to listen... and Ollie backed Hal, his voice oddly gentle, given the set of his face and the way his biceps were corded up, but threaded with firm command. "Kid, go on upstairs. You don't need to be here for this. Get. Now."
Roy watched as Dick slid off the bed, letting Ollie order him around... and he couldn't believe it as Dick wrapped the sheet high, up over a shoulder, hiding--//from me, Dick?// He would have liked to think it was just Hal his best friend was hiding from, but with the way Dick refused to meet his eyes, even look at him... he didn't think so. //What the hell, Dick? You're acting like I'm the one at fault here.// Dick dipped long enough to snatch up his clothes, then walked towards him, moving easily, even with the tension written all over his face. Roy reached out as he came within inches... and Dick ducked out from under his hand, shying sideways as he headed for the stairs up. His hand hung in the air for a moment before he followed, pain lancing through him almost despite himself. No matter how pissed they were at each other, Dick had never pulled away from his touch before, especially not that violently...
He followed, unable to keep from watching Dick's body move as he went up the stairs---//still so damned graceful//--and slid through the standing-open door. Not much choice but to keep following, no way was he going to let Dick just leave, not after this... and it hit like a slap in the face when his lov--//ex, damn it!//-- suddenly turned sideways and shut the bathroom door behind him... and turned the latch.
He leaned against the opposite wall, too angry and hurt and confused to do anything but wait for answers--with Lian asleep upstairs, it wasn't like he could yell through the door. It felt like hours before Dick opened the door again, and his eyes flicked over the details, finding missing buttons down the chest, at his cuffs--yet another image he'd really never needed, that kind of quick passion between his lover and his father--places where Dick's skin was rubbed red from Ollie's stubble along his throat and jaw, and the defiant, angry tilt of his head and the hard light in his blue eyes.
//Oh. So that's what took so long, you were getting ready to fight with me. Fine.// "Dick, what the fuck? My dad?" He'd barely remembered to keep his voice down.
Those true-blue eyes flashed hot... and he shook his head. "Not in the hallway, we'll wake Lian up."
"Fine. Den. Back that way." Roy tilted his head in the direction of the den and Dick went, walking in to stand in front of the TV stand, looking back at him as he shut the door. "Why not, Roy? It's not like there's a place for me in your life, after all."
"How the--you didn't even try!"
"What?!" That was pretty close to a full-throated shriek, "How the fuck can you say I didn't try, when I left the key to the collar you probably burned on the floor? I came back--and you made it real damn obvious that you'd rather be with Jordan." Dick's eyes were blazing at him, and Roy shook his head, completely confused and more than a little pissed off.
"What're you talking about, Dick?"
"Oh, don't fucking play innocent with me, Roy."
"Dick, I don't know what you're talking about. Far as I knew you were still in Budapest or Sri Lanka or wherever the hell you ran off to." //I'd have known, if you came back, wouldn't I? ...He said, "I left the key"--oh, god, oh god that wasn't how I wanted to--//
Dick's lips thinned, hand tensing at his side. "Forgive me if I don't b--"
"No, I won't, Dick, I have no idea when or what you're talking about. I never saw--you never tried to come ba--"
"Yes I did! But you were a little busy getting your brains fucked out by that damned Lantern to notice me... but I'd think you'd have seen the key laying in front of the closet. You're not normally that blind."
"Dick. There. Was. Never. Anything there--oh, oh fuck, no, Hal..." he growled, feeling his own face go hot with anger. If Dick was telling the truth--and he rarely bothered to lie--Hal was the only explanation, and that he'd thought he had the right to keep that from him...
Dick studied his face, head tilting to the side, and finally he nodded slowly. "Okay. I can--kind of--buy that you didn't know... but that doesn't change anything, Roy. You don't want me--sending everything back to the Manor was a real nice touch to prove that. Hell, the least you could have done was send my collar back, too, so I didn't bother to come out and try to make things right, and see--hear--" he turned away, head dropping against his chest, hand pressed against his eyes as he bit at his lip. After a long moment, "Never mind, Roy. I'll... put yours in the mail, once I get home. Be happy, Roy, God knows I haven't made you happy in years. Take care of yourself... just don't come off like you've got any right to judge what I do anymore." His voice was shaking, and the sound of Dick giving up made fear lash acid lines through his throat and chest.
"Dick, I... what was I supposed to d--"
"Don't, Roy. Just.. don't. Y' deserve better than I've ever given you. It's okay." Dick moved, then, came across the room to him and laid a hand against his cheek, blue eyes gone black, and wet--//no, damnit, Dick, don't cry...//. "It was stupid to think you'd wait for me, especially after everything I've done... but if he ever hurts you, I will kill him." It was fucking terrifying to see that level of sincerity in Dick's pain-dark eyes, and Roy wrapped an arm around him, pulling him in.
"Dick, lying to me ranks right up there, especially about this," he argued, holding on to him, unwilling to let go. It might've been smarter to let go--but when had he ever been the smart one? "And he did. He hid that you'd come back, hid whatever the hell is up with him and Ollie--I can't trust him, Dick, and that doesn't work..."
Dick looked up at him, "And?"
"I.. was so damned tired, Dick, tired of being lonely, of not being wanted... and Hal made it obvious he did.... I never thought you'd come back, Dick, not after..." He shrugged, hand not on Dick twisting helplessly...
"Not after I did everything I could to force you away? Not after I turned into damned near everything I never wanted to be? God, Roy, I'm so sorry... I could say that until I ran out of breath and it wouldn't be enough, but I am, I... fucked up big-time, I know it... But, Roy... you already let go, why're you holding on to me now?"
"Like I could ever get over you? I was trying--god was I trying--but, if I don't have to, if you-"
The words were barely out of his mouth before Dick was wrapped tight around him, clinging with all the strength in that hard body, voice against his ear, "Take me back, please, god take me back, I don't deserve it but Roy please..."
Roy pulled him tighter, wondering how big a mistake he was making, but, "Never thought you'd ask, Dick, never thought you'd want to... God, I missed you so much--"
"Missed you too, every damned day, saw you everywhere..."
Roy pulled his head up and kissed him deep and hard--and Dick somehow pressed tighter against him, hands sliding up to cling to the back of his neck.
Neither of them heard the door crack open, then shut again, but Ollie couldn't help the smile on his face as he saw the two of them wrapped up in each other. He walked away, heading back down the stairs now that he knew the kids were going to be okay... and dialed a number he'd never thought he'd have occasion to use. A sleep-sweet female voice answered after a few minutes, "Hello?"
"Donna. It's Green Arrow. Sorry to call this time of night, but I need a little assistance."
"Where?" Her voice strengthened, sharpened.
"Star City. I'll meet you at the corner of Cape and Laurel Hill, up in the north side of town."
"How big a problem?" He could hear the sounds of her pulling armor on swiftly.
"Oh, fairly small... but if it's not taken care of promptly, it'll make problems for your two favorite boys." He slid into a light version of his own costume, flicking a hard glance at the unconscious man on his floor, then headed out to join her.
"Hm. I'm on my way," she promised, and the line went dead as he headed to meet her.
He wound up leaning against a building for several minutes before she touched down beside him--and her shocked breath told him he looked even worse than he'd thought.
"Green Arrow, what happened?"
"Just settling a few scores, Donna. Come on." He led her back through the path to his home and down through the lower entrance--and she took a sharp breath at seeing Hal there.
"This is your problem?"
"Yeah. Dump his ass somewhere in Coast City, would you? I want him out of my town."
Her eyes widened--she was obviously thinking about various histories, and he knew perfectly well how strange that tone, about Hal, had to sound coming from him. It was more suited to Bruce, after all. "Do I want to know?"
"No. You don't. I... really appreciate this, Donna, and the boys will too."
She nodded and moved over to him, lifting Hal without effort, settling him over one armored shoulder. "It's not a problem, I needed to be up, anyway. Tell them to call me, would you?"
"I will. Fly safe, Donna."
"Take it easy--and put some ice on that eye. Or raw meat. That might work better," she advised as she headed back out, flying rather than walking.
He shook his head, chuckling at one of the kids trying to mother-hen him, and went to settle back in a chair. He'd stay out of Roy's way for a while--at least until he and Dick managed to finish fixing things.