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[center][b]Morton Papp Cemetery | Star City, CA[/b][/center]

[b]“Everything that I’ve done has been to do right by you, I’m still trying to find out what exactly you’d want me to do here—work with the Society like you did… or just keep going without knowing what tomorrow throws me. I know now though that obsessing over one assassin wasn’t right, and I guess that’s why I traveled for a while—trying to find out who I was and what I really stood for. I guess what I’m trying to say … is I’m sorry, I’m sorry for wasting all those years fixated on Black Spider.”[/b]

It was seven thirty-six in the morning on the pacific coast and Roy Harper was staring down with a frown expressed firmly on his face. The grave of his father— Roy Harper, Sr—the famous hero known as Red Arrow brought him back to misery and for the last few years he was trying to face it, especially when Dick told him to move past his rage as it didn’t have a point. He could never combat Dick in an argument, he’d just throw allegories, logical fallacies, and objectivity at him and the Batman-trained superhero just made him get back in line; back in shape. 

“He’s proud, y’know.”

The voice of Oliver Queen drew from the shadow of a tree. Roy wasn’t surprised that Ollie had been on him since he entered Star City and he wasn’t sure he was ready to approach him again, but he wasn’t given much of a choice. 

[b]“Green Arrow.”[/b]

“Don’t be like that—”

[b]“We’re in public, remember?”[/b] Roy cut him off as he turned to face the emerald archer.

“We should talk, I know things are… complicated, but I’d like to get back to square one.” 

Roy sighed—that was easier said than done and he had a responsibility to the Titans at the moment, especially with the new members being eyed at by Iron Fist like the first had been by Red Tornado. But he got it—he understood and admittedly he wasn’t mad at Ollie anymore; he was just doing what he thought was the best at the time and it turned out that Roy going behind Ollie’s back to get information out of Robin was the kick in the pants he really needed. Perhaps they could work together again? Roy didn’t know—he was late to observe some training.

[b]“Later, I have to get back to Gotham. But… yeah, we do need to talk or chase down a supervillain… or something.”[/b]

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Roy nodded with a smirk as he moved out as he headed to the nearest receiver of zeta-beams. He stepped in and it was like clockwork…

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[center][b]Titans Headquarters | Gotham City, NJ[/b][/center]

“Receiving: B02 – Arsenal.” The tower's artificial intelligence chimed.

Roy Harper stepped out into the command center. Yeah, he was definitely late for whatever training Iron Fist had scheduled.