“Ah, geez,” Roy Harper muttered to himself. “Come on shirt, don’t be like that. You’ve always been the reliable one in our relationship.”
Roy had been stuck with a cast on his leg for more than a few weeks, after getting injured trying to fight off Deathstroke the Terminator by himself.
Brave, but stupid.
Of course Roy managed to get more than a few hits on the supposed master assassin, so that was something to be proud of. And with him semi out of commission, that meant more time to spend with Lian without shunting her off on nannies and babysitters.
But it also meant he’d been stuck on monitor duty while everyone else was running around saving the world.
He tried to keep active, of course. He still had one good leg and his arms were fine, which meant target and archery practices were okay. And of course he got to play with Lian and Garth’s kid Cerdian. But that wasn’t as much exertion as Roy was used to, which meant,