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NOTE: This will be Roy's first post of Season V:
It’s been two months. Two months since we found out that Dinah was alive. Two months since the Parasite was defeated in the battle of Metropolis. Two months since Dick ran off to Blüdhaven in search of who’s running the drug ring we discovered in Metropolis. Two months since I told him to call me if he needed my help, because I needed time to catch up with Dinah, and my daughter. Two months since Lian went ecstatic when she saw her Aunt Dinah. Two months since Lian said, “I told you so, Daddy. I knew she’d be back.” What else is the kid supposed to think? Ollie came back, Hal came back, I’ve come back, and hell, even she’s come back from the dead. The poor girl’s gotta be a bit jaded about the concept…
Roy looked up from his inner monologue to see Lian over playing with Dinah. He’d taken the last two months just to enjoy being a father again. It felt good, although his trigger fingers were getting somewhat restless, and he was starting to worry about Dick. He kept making himself give his partner one more day, mainly because every time he picked up the phone Lian shot him a disappointed look. He had also taken the time off to call Alan, and tell him that he was going on a temporary sabbatical from Checkmate, but if they needed him, he’d be more than willing to go a few rounds.
“TAG! You’re it! No tag backs, daddy.” Lian touched him hard on the arm as she ran by him. He smiled as he looked around.
Hmm, where did pretty bird get to?
He saw a figure crouched by a bush, hiding.
“AHHA!" Roy broke into a dead sprint towards the bush, and dived at Dinah, tackling her into the mud puddle left over from the last night’s rainstorm. “You’re it Tweety. No tag backs.” He grinned at her, and got up, wiping the mud off of his bare arms. “Lian, sweet heart, you ready for your lesson today?”
“Yeah! Yeah! Can we?”
“Yup, lets head back to Grandpa’s range, eh? Shoot some shafts at his easy targets today.”
“Roy, are you sure you should be teaching her archery? Do you really want her following your footsteps?”
“It’s not that Dinah, but she needs to be ready for things. All of her good friends, ‘uncles’, ‘aunts’ and family are in the hero game. Better she knows how to defend herself than me coming home one night to find her hurt or dead. Because its not like I exactly have a secret identity you know, the shades weren’t all that good, plus the whole me being a recovering addict…”
“Recovered, Roy. You’ve been clean since you were seventeen.”
“No, Dinah, it will always be recovering. Once you say that you’re recovered is when you’ll relapse again at any moment. I am not going to succumb to that, so for the rest of my life I’m a recovering junkie. Anyway, that got me into the press so fast that it was impossible to cover it up. Everyone knows that Speedy went on to be a DEA agent, and anyone with enough intelligence to look would be able to find out that that agent was Roy Harper. Frankly I’m amazed that you and Ollie still have secret identities. Especially Ollie, with his beard, I mean, Jesus how many blonde guys are walkin’ around with a Robin Hood beard?”
He looked at her, realizing once again that Dinah wasn’t as old as she once was, even though she had never been that much older than him anyway. He got a smirk on his face.
“What, what’s that look for?”
“Just thinkin. When Ollie came back, he was younger, even claims that physically, he may be younger than me. Heck, might be true. Then Hal comes back, says the same thing. Now you come back, and it’s obvious, you’re definitely around my age physically. Maybe I should try that whole dieing and coming back thing again, I obviously got the short end of the staff there. I came back the same as I died… How come everyone else makes like Ponce de Leon?”
Before she could answer, the familiar sound of “Disco Inferno” came from his pocket. Roy frantically dug for his cell. "Tricky Dicky, baby, whats up?”