AngstyArrow

JOY Jason/Roy+Dick

[I came up with this at like… 2am while i couldn’t sleep. I don’t even know ok?]

Jason cut his eyes to the redhead at the right, who fidgeted under his gaze, then the glare was fixed on the acrobat across from him. His lips formed a tight line and if possible his glare increased, eyebrow raised slightly, before he finally spoke. 

“That… is bullshit” Jason said with some finality, leaning forward on the table a bit, causing it to creak in protest.  

Dick sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as if in deep thought “Well. If you’re…”  

“I am” Jason interrupted; leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. A king giving his final order.

Roy fidgeted in his chair and bit at his bottom lip, the man stared at Jason briefly before glancing back down to his hand. Jason could see him out of the corner of his eye, see his tongue darting out to moisten his too dry lips. He could see his eyes wander… elsewhere. The younger man turned his attention to the matter at hand, he was more sure now than ever. “So much bullshit I can smell it” 

“Well then” Dick leaned back, mirroring Jason’s posture and smirked. “I believe this is where you decide” 

Jason grunted and reached out, hesitating only slightly, before turning over the thin piece of cardboard with a soft flick. 

“HOLY FUCK!  You are such a fucking LIAR” Jason shouted with something that, if he were anyone else, a sound that could be mistaken for laughter at the edge of his voice.  

“Hmm, such dirty talk. Are you trying to insult me or turn me on?” Dick teased as he took a swig from his beer. 

“Yeah, let me hit you next. I know how you like that” Jason retorted with a roll of his eyes. 

“Hm.. somehow I think I’ll pass on that one.”  the older man smirked as he scooted away from the table, getting another beer from the fridge. “Not that it isn’t a lovely offer”

The side of Roy’s mouth twitched up at the brother’s actually getting along for once; though he was sure the alcohol they had both imbibed had something to do with it, he’d take what he could get. 

Jason finished off his beer then turned his head just in time to belch in Roy’s direction causing the ginger to stare “ Really? Are you… two?” 

“I’ll deal with your treachery later.  I swear. You have the worst poker face ever. Of all time” 

Roy rolled his eyes but smiled at Jason’s competitive spirit and the fact he was actually having fun, though he would definitely deny it later. 

“Admit it! You almost fell for my Batface” Dick teased as he returned with three fresh beers and picked up the deck of discarded cards, the consequence of his almost-deceit;  shuffling through it for some semblance of order. “Good god, Jason.. Do you EVER tell the truth?!” Dick said through bits of laughter.  

“Almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades I trained with ol’  Batdaddy too, remember? AND HEY, I almost always had the right cards” Jason replied in his own defense as he popped open his new new beer. “Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades” Dick repeated in a nasal, childish tone.  The two brothers ceased their banter and slowly looked over to Roy, who had been suspiciously quiet. The archer had a hand over his mouth, stifling fits of laughter, only assuring the others of his guilt.  

“Oh god… I’m dating a liar” Jason dead-panned. “Seriously, what else are you lying about?”  Roy straightened up and quieted himself, taking Jason’s hand in his as he stared at the younger man “The baby isn’t yours, Jason”

Jason frowned “You lying whore” 

Dick only tried to have not the mouthful of beer he’d just taken come out of his nose, largely failing. The game continued much like this into the night. 

[The game they are playing is Bullshit/Cheat/I Doubt it. It’s basically a game about lying and it’s very fun. Rules here: http://www.52pickup.net/card-games/bullshit/]

I’ll Do Better (because this is the song I listened to non-stop while writing it)

Angsty!Roy drabble that i wrote at like…3am

Implied JOY.

“STUPID.” *SMASH* 

“LOSER.” *SMASH*

“USELESS.” *SMASH*

Every word out of the redhead’s mouth he punctuated with a dish being flung at the walls and floor. Roy wasn’t sure what lead to this exact moment… something about their being no nachos. The stress had been building for weeks; stress and a slight melancholy. Roy ignored it, mostly, telling himself he was fine; it was fine. Then there were no fucking nachos… and suddenly his stress erupted into a full-on dish assault. His slight melancholy was a full rampant depression; he wanted to call his dealer again. That thought alone made him angrier at himself, at the world… at the goddamned dishes.  

Roy had another ceramic dish in his hand ready to fling it against the furthermost wall; a stupid chipped gravy boat that he had never used, and probably never would. Why did he even have a gravy boat? He didn’t even fucking like gravy. Roy drew back his arm ready to propel as much of his stress into the wall, along with the dish, as he possibly could. He stopped and let his arm fall to his side with a deep, world-weary sigh and something that could have been a choked sob, had there been anyone around to hear. He just felt so tired. Tired of existing, tired of trying so hard everyday to prove himself to people who hadn’t given a fuck about him since… since then. Roy clutched the dish in his hands, as if that lone gravy boat would somehow save him from falling into the abyss he was facing. The man took a few stumbling steps back until his back pressed against a flat surface; the fridge. Roy welcomed its coolness, and slid down into the floor slowly. 

All Roy wanted to do was go find the one thing that made these swirling thoughts in his head stop. The voices that told him daily that he wasn’t good enough, that he would never be good enough, that it was his fault she wasn’t here. Roy’s throat tightened and he shut his eyes. He wanted, so desperately wanted, that liquid hell that would burn his veins and make everything ok; make him sleep a sleep that wasn’t filled with screams of “Daddy, please. Daddy, help. Daddy, why?” 

He wanted all that… but he had made a promise. Granted, it was to a person who probably didn’t give a shit either way, but for some reason unbeknownst to himself he didn’t want to let the bastard down. Part of him wished Jason was there at that moment, to at least have a reason not to sob openly, alone in his apartment; and the other part of him was glad he wasn’t. Glad the man wasn’t there to mock him and tell him to get off the damn floor, clean up the mess and for fucks’ sake put down the damn gravy boat. Roy drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees; clutching the gravy boat a bit tighter to spite the Jason in his head.

Roy let his head fall back hard against the fridge… again… and once more. Each time a little harder than the first. “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?” Roy screamed at nothing, then sat there silently, as if waiting for his appliance to give him some sage advance. He went to put his head in his hands but was met with the gravy boat, sitting innocently in his hands where it was left. Roy growled and flung the dish across the room where it landed somewhere unseen with a delicate shattering. 

Roy leaned back against the fridge, letting his arms fall to his side and stared straight ahead of himself at the cabinets. 

“Fuck…” Roy mumbled bitterly into his empty apartment; pretending that he didn’t feel the wetness at the corners of his eyes and that his vision wasn’t blurry with unshed tears.