Roy didn't show up on the very next day, but on the day after.
They had played again, leaving each other in giggling fits. Tim hadn't looked weirded out, or sad, or anything, at Dick and Jason. He had smiled silently and... maybe, Jay though, maybe Dick was on the right track. Maybe they all were.
Roy knocked at their door in the mid-morning - they looked at him enter the living room, leaded by Alfred, with expressions varying from amused to... well. Slightly freaked out for Tim, but it was totally because they could only see Roy's arms and legs and not much else of him.
"Thank you, Mister Harper," said Alfred, taking some of the packages Roy was carrying. Food, by the look of it. And if eyes were not deceiving, as well as noses, that was Martha Kent's apple pie leaving toward the kitchen.
"Hi guys."
"Roy?" "Roy, what the fuck?" "... Did you bring everything?" "Steph?"
Roy laughed and put everything down, before throwing himself on the couch, between Steph and Tim in Dick's arms. Tim was still looking at the pile of things, not at Roy - he had barely flinched when the redhead had sat down.
"Roy?" asked Dick again, an eyebrow raised.
"I've been changed into a transporter," Roy said, dramatically raising a hand to his head.
"Woe is you," sarcastically called Jason.
"Hey! I got books, movies, food, clothes..." Roy started to tick items off his fingers, "power cords, the replacement pedal you asked me for," he said to Steph who raised her arms and let out a 'YES', "your co- er, the things we don't talk about," he quickly said at D's glower, "my princess insisted on a Twister game which I refuse to play if Dick's in the game because that's blatant cheating, and best of all," he finished, folding himself in half to grab at a brown bag and dragging a book out of it, making the cover face Jason, " 'Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance'."
Jason growled, and threw a pillow at him. Roy retaliated. Steph rolled her eyes and jumped into the fray. Damian snorted, found his comics and sat in a corner not too far from Tim and Dick. Tim watched them, relaxing minutely. Dick began laughing.
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Conversations 1 - it became about Roy and Dick entierly.
Date: 2010-07-29 01:00 pm (UTC)They had played again, leaving each other in giggling fits. Tim hadn't looked weirded out, or sad, or anything, at Dick and Jason. He had smiled silently and... maybe, Jay though, maybe Dick was on the right track.
Maybe they all were.
Roy knocked at their door in the mid-morning - they looked at him enter the living room, leaded by Alfred, with expressions varying from amused to... well. Slightly freaked out for Tim, but it was totally because they could only see Roy's arms and legs and not much else of him.
"Thank you, Mister Harper," said Alfred, taking some of the packages Roy was carrying. Food, by the look of it. And if eyes were not deceiving, as well as noses, that was Martha Kent's apple pie leaving toward the kitchen.
"Hi guys."
"Roy?" "Roy, what the fuck?" "... Did you bring everything?" "Steph?"
Roy laughed and put everything down, before throwing himself on the couch, between Steph and Tim in Dick's arms. Tim was still looking at the pile of things, not at Roy - he had barely flinched when the redhead had sat down.
"Roy?" asked Dick again, an eyebrow raised.
"I've been changed into a transporter," Roy said, dramatically raising a hand to his head.
"Woe is you," sarcastically called Jason.
"Hey! I got books, movies, food, clothes..." Roy started to tick items off his fingers, "power cords, the replacement pedal you asked me for," he said to Steph who raised her arms and let out a 'YES', "your co- er, the things we don't talk about," he quickly said at D's glower, "my princess insisted on a Twister game which I refuse to play if Dick's in the game because that's blatant cheating, and best of all," he finished, folding himself in half to grab at a brown bag and dragging a book out of it, making the cover face Jason, " 'Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance'."
Jason growled, and threw a pillow at him. Roy retaliated. Steph rolled her eyes and jumped into the fray. Damian snorted, found his comics and sat in a corner not too far from Tim and Dick. Tim watched them, relaxing minutely. Dick began laughing.
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