ARSENAL !

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝐲 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗, she did not kill for the sake of killing. Each life taken, each plunge of her blade was made with thought and purpose. She had felt the cold sting of her blade once before. She'd felt the terrifying nothingness of death. The torment was saved for those that deserved it. Those that were listed in her contracts. All vile, all deserving of death which she would gladly give.

Amber eyes continue stare back at him, he would not scare easily. Unfortunate for the assassin.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ANYONE ELSE WOULD BE terrified, and rightfully so. roy, however, had played this stupid game his whole damn life. if elektra wanted him dead, it would've already happened.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ i need info. a lead on something pretty personal. ” no reason to feed her any more nonsense, not when she was directly asking. “ i was told you'd be my best bet on something actually solid. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he gestured at a random point behind him, “ but like i said, personal. got a safehouse nearby ? ”

i love it when i see panels like this, because i just think of all the comics that are like. "this is roy, hes such a ladykiller [wink wonk]" and then u look at him and hes just the most pathetic man ive ever seen. hes entranced by donna's piercing blue eyes <3

❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞

❝ thought you knew by now, roy, when you call, i'll be there. ❞

though he may have failed at times, dick had resolved himself to always be there for roy should he need him. no matter how many times they have argued and butted heads, @arrowmade was one of his closest friends, and that would never change. if their fate was to meet each other over and over again, then dick could hardly complain.

❝ when you send me a message like that, how could i not see what all the fuss was about ? ❞ he lands silently next to the archer, peering out into the star city cityscape but not immediately seeing whatever roy was looking at. no doubt a stakeout of some kind. he sinks back into the shadows slightly, only the blue of his costume and domino mask standing out in the shade. ❝ y'know, it's not like you to call for backup. unless it's something serious. ❞

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ROY WAS PRETTY WELL known for never requesting backup. even if he did actually need it, he just -- didn't. most things would sort themselves out in those cases, but tonight ...

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he needed dick. “ careful, boy wonder. sounds like a power i could easily abuse. what if i desperately need a pizza delivery on a sunday night ? ” entirely teasing, but the archer's eyes were focused ahead.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the redhead handed over binoculars, ‎“ straight ahead. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ a run down building that he was pretty sure used to be an old italian restaurant, slightly off from the main roads with plenty of surrounding space. five vans were waiting outside.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ boxes were being moved from the building to the vans. roy sighed, cracking his neck. “ an old friend of mine's in all those boxes. wanna take a guess ? ” billions worth in heroin alone, in his city.

"You need to take a minute. You're gonna crash hard later and feel like shit right after. Just breathe for a sec. You don't need to grab everything right away. These assholes will wait for you." He nods towards the rest of the SHIELD agents scattered everywhere now.

He hadn't meant to jump in, but when you see someone getting swarmed, you don't really think, you just do so he did. He goes for a smoke, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. A small cherry glowed at the end of the cigarette. "What a shitty day." He muttered, exhaling smoke.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT'S MORE THAN HE'D been expecting. just breathe for a sec wasn't in the vocabulary of most people in this line of work, but frank was very obviously speaking from experience.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎roy took a shaky breath, chuckling in disbelief. shitty day was right, almost an understatement. he adjusted his quiver and tried not to stare at the cigarette. one tricky habit that never fully left him alone.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the smell is a comfort, at least. “ you're tellin' me. ” ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he couldn't look at the blood. the last time he'd seen that much ... no parent should have to bury their child. it's an odd moment to remind himself that at least he got to. frank -- did he ... ?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎clearing his throat, roy rolled his wrist to shake out any pain. “ thanks for steppin' in when ya did. i'm, uh. i'm roy. ” technically agent harper was what he knew he should've said, but luckily no one there was above him in rank enough to call him on it.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

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