Fic: The Tallest Building in Star City
Title: The Tallest Building in Star City
Rating: PG-13 for drug abuse reference
Word Count: 414
Disclaimer: not mine. All belong to DC. Do not sue please.
Fandom: DC Comics/Teen Titans
Characters: Roy Harper, Donna Troy, Oliver Queen
Timeline: Anywhere in the original Teen Titans Era
Summary: You know, just because he's a little on the skinny side, that doesn't give super villains the right to just shove him off of buildings.
Under the Cut!
He's fourteen, he's pasty, he's red-haired, tall and skinny.
And he's flying.
Well, falling, really. Shoved off of another building.
You know, just because he's a little on the skinny side, that doesn't give super villains the right to just shove him off of buildings.
Then again, maybe he shouldn't stand so close to the edge.
Most people say he shouldn't be out like this in the first place, in some stupid get-up fighting crime. But the people who say that also think he shouldn't have a tattoo, as young as he is. And...well.
Right. Falling.
He's enjoying it, really. It's quiet and cool and calm up this high above the city, and he can see lights and clouds and stars. The tallest building in Star City, and he's unceremoniously shoved off of it and into the night. He can't hear Ollie yelling for him anymore.
He closes his eyes and breathes in. It's amazing. It's exhilarating. It's a high he won't feel again for another two or three years, when he discovers heroin somewhat by accident.
When he opens his eyes again, the clouds are clearing and he can see pavement. His eyes widen, and he realizes that oh yeah, he's gonna die. He's so gonna die. He's completely and totally gonna die.
Every curse word he can think of, in English, in Dine Bizaad, hell, in Pig Latin, leave his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for the impact...
That never seems to arrive.
Soft hands are holding his wrists firmly; easily. He looks down and sees his feet are dangling above the road. He looks up and smiles.
He's been saved by an angel.
Well, she's not really an angel, she's an Amazon.
"Wonder Girl!"
She smiles down at him. "Who's a doofus?"
He laughs loudly, and the whole city can hear him. "I'm a doofus!" he yells to the world.
"That's right," she replies, still smiling. "And that was quite some vocabulary, you know. What was the stuff that wasn't English or Pig Latin?"
"Navajo," he tells her. "Remember? I lived on a reservation before movin' in with Green Arrow."
She nods. "I always forget about that. You being all red haired and pasty."
"Watch it, Wonder Babe."
"I can drop you, Speedy."
He smiles up at her brilliantly, and howls at the full moon.
Rating: PG-13 for drug abuse reference
Word Count: 414
Disclaimer: not mine. All belong to DC. Do not sue please.
Fandom: DC Comics/Teen Titans
Characters: Roy Harper, Donna Troy, Oliver Queen
Timeline: Anywhere in the original Teen Titans Era
Summary: You know, just because he's a little on the skinny side, that doesn't give super villains the right to just shove him off of buildings.
Under the Cut!
He's fourteen, he's pasty, he's red-haired, tall and skinny.
And he's flying.
Well, falling, really. Shoved off of another building.
You know, just because he's a little on the skinny side, that doesn't give super villains the right to just shove him off of buildings.
Then again, maybe he shouldn't stand so close to the edge.
Most people say he shouldn't be out like this in the first place, in some stupid get-up fighting crime. But the people who say that also think he shouldn't have a tattoo, as young as he is. And...well.
Right. Falling.
He's enjoying it, really. It's quiet and cool and calm up this high above the city, and he can see lights and clouds and stars. The tallest building in Star City, and he's unceremoniously shoved off of it and into the night. He can't hear Ollie yelling for him anymore.
He closes his eyes and breathes in. It's amazing. It's exhilarating. It's a high he won't feel again for another two or three years, when he discovers heroin somewhat by accident.
When he opens his eyes again, the clouds are clearing and he can see pavement. His eyes widen, and he realizes that oh yeah, he's gonna die. He's so gonna die. He's completely and totally gonna die.
Every curse word he can think of, in English, in Dine Bizaad, hell, in Pig Latin, leave his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for the impact...
That never seems to arrive.
Soft hands are holding his wrists firmly; easily. He looks down and sees his feet are dangling above the road. He looks up and smiles.
He's been saved by an angel.
Well, she's not really an angel, she's an Amazon.
"Wonder Girl!"
She smiles down at him. "Who's a doofus?"
He laughs loudly, and the whole city can hear him. "I'm a doofus!" he yells to the world.
"That's right," she replies, still smiling. "And that was quite some vocabulary, you know. What was the stuff that wasn't English or Pig Latin?"
"Navajo," he tells her. "Remember? I lived on a reservation before movin' in with Green Arrow."
She nods. "I always forget about that. You being all red haired and pasty."
"Watch it, Wonder Babe."
"I can drop you, Speedy."
He smiles up at her brilliantly, and howls at the full moon.