Aftermath - Dick and Roy

[weallstillfight]

Roy couldn't remember the last time he was this angry. He pushed into Dick's apartment, already shrugging off the holsters. The door slammed behind him and he kicked his boots off, storming into the bedroom to put the guns away. The feel of metal in his hands was satisfying, but he really just wanted to make Jason bleed

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[gothambird]

Dick sighed, tossing another handful of destroyed coffee table into a big trash can as Roy stormed past.

"I'm fine by the way ..." he murmured, dryly, just under his breath before he walked after Roy, watching him from the door.

"If you start wrecking furniture, I'm okay with that, but I'd have to move in with you afterward." Dick looked tired, and guilty as hell, but there was a light in his eyes that hadn't been there for a few weeks.

Relief.

[weallstillfight]

"He is a fucking asshole," Roy snapped as he gathered the ammo up to go put away in the bedroom. "And that cop. Fuck. Acting as though I was performing some great injustice by bringing a psychopath in to the police."

[gothambird]

"What cop?" Dick frowned, finally snapping the mask off of his face.

"John? What did he do?" From what Dick had observed about John, he could be very, very set in his ways, and if he'd taken Jason's side, Dick could see why Roy would be upset.

"Regardless, we did what we set out to do. He's behind bars. Out of our hair for now."

[weallstillfight]

"He doesn't know jack shit about Jason, about me or about this situation..." Roy returned and swept up the empty guns, also returning them to the bedroom. He knew he was being unfair - John didn't know the situation. He was just doing his job.