[ After meeting up with Connor, and the talk with Kyle, and Tim, and all the people he knows that don't know him anymore and all the people that know him that he's never met, Roy's in kind of a daze as he shuffles back to his suite. Even on a good day, though, he'd never be good enough to pick up on Batman stalking him. He's no where near that good.
A slow exhale leaves him as Roy shoves a shoulder against his suite door in the metal sector and makes his way in, dropping bow, quivers, keys and whatever else to the side, and his hat and mask get tossed somewhere towards a bedroom. Maybe if it was a good day, he might have heard the window open, but again - Batman.
So you can imagine how much of a shock it is when he shuffles into the living room to flop on his not-his couch and try to nap out the weirdness of this place and the tinges of depression, and there is already a very dark, very familiar figure looming around in there.
Uuuuuum. He blinks for about half a minute. ]
Are you like allergic to knocking on the front door, Batdad? Have you ever actually given someone a heart attack with this kinda thing?
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A slow exhale leaves him as Roy shoves a shoulder against his suite door in the metal sector and makes his way in, dropping bow, quivers, keys and whatever else to the side, and his hat and mask get tossed somewhere towards a bedroom. Maybe if it was a good day, he might have heard the window open, but again - Batman.
So you can imagine how much of a shock it is when he shuffles into the living room to flop on his not-his couch and try to nap out the weirdness of this place and the tinges of depression, and there is already a very dark, very familiar figure looming around in there.
Uuuuuum. He blinks for about half a minute. ]
Are you like allergic to knocking on the front door, Batdad? Have you ever actually given someone a heart attack with this kinda thing?