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Say Something - Skalidra - DCU (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
Say Something - Skalidra - DCU (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When Roy settles down onto a Gotham rooftop to wait for a target, just about the last thing he's expecting is for some random - not a Bat - vigilante to drop down and get comfortable next to him. The guy's maybe a little strangely avoidant of his questions, but he doesn't seem like he means any harm, and it certainly doesn't hurt that he's handsome too.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd
Characters: Roy Harper, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: JayRoy Week, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Muteness, Past Drug Addiction
Roy sighs to himself, tapping his fingers against his knees. The metal of the decorative fence circling this rooftop is warm against the side of his head, since he's been leaning against it for a good fifteen minutes now. He's waiting for a target, and this one's work is so all over the place that he doesn't have a set time to make an ambush work. 'Dinner' is a range of a couple hours, with little to no way to tell when it will actually happen. He could get it done faster if he asked one of the Bats to pinpoint it for him, this is their city after all, but he's not real interested in trying to negotiate with the Bats.
Taking problems to them tends to end with getting your problems taken away from you, and he's not as possessive about his jobs as the Bats tend to be, but it is his. He's been working this particular case for months; he's not about to hand it off to someone else just when he's finally tracked down the guy running the whole thing. That would be a hell of a way to ruin the satisfaction of the whole thing.
Still, he kind of wishes he'd brought something to entertain himself. A book, or hell, a cellphone that isn't fifteen percent away from dying. Or something to fiddle with; keep his hands and mind busy. He doesn't do all that great with long waits and boredom; his brain spins too fast for all of that empty time. Oliver used to always scowl at him when he brought things along to stakeouts, but, well, fuck Ollie. He never understood that he multitasks almost better than he focuses (and if there's not something to focus on, that point's kind of moot anyway).



