Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Ollie/Dinah, Roy
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Hints of sexual abuse
Summary: Green Arrow and Black Canary’s routine mission turns into something more.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 15, 2008
Date Of Posting: April 13, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 578
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Green Arrow nodded to the Canary, who smiled a predatory smile. She opened her mouth and let her Cry pierce through the shabby brownstone from her perch on the next building’s roof.
Moans and cries sounded, and half-dressed men stumbled out of the side and back doors, running into the night. Black Canary swooped in, followed by Green Arrow.
They kicked open doors, finding slaves chained to the beds. They continued looking for the brothel owner, Green Arrow kicking in a door at the far end of the hall on the second floor.
“Stop right there.”
Green Arrow’s eyebrows rose as he stared at an arrow pointed at his chest.
The bow-wielder was a boy about Dick’s age, a shock of red hair shading hard green eyes. Light glinted off copper slave bracelets.
“Whoa, hold off, kid. I’m here to take in your thieving owner.”
The arrow remained steady. “Broward’s long gone.”
“Then we’ll have the slaves he stole returned right away.” Green Arrow tried to soothe the boy. “Who’s your owner?”
“Broward.” The voice was icy. “My previous owner died and he took me.”
“Okay.” The kid’ll go on the block. “You can put the bow-and-arrow down, kid.” He put command into his voice, and the boy slowly obeyed. “That’s a nice bow you’ve got there.”
“My former owner gave it to me.” He sighed. “I suppose it’ll be taken away.”
“Don’t worry about that right now.”
“No sign of that pig…”
Black Canary paused in the doorway. The redhead’s eyes widened.
“The pig’s fled the sty, Pretty Bird. We can get the slaves ready for transport.”
“And what’s your name, boy-o?” Black Canary asked.
“Well, Roy, make yourself useful. Come help us unchain the slaves.”
Green Arrow watched in amusement as Roy meekly followed his partner.
Dinah always reels ‘em in, no matter what age.
It was quiet in the solarium of Queens’ Castle, weak winter sunlight streaming in through the glass windows. Carefully-tended flowers and plants bloomed in colorful profusion.
On one of the wrought-iron benches sat the Lord of the Castle. Ollie liked the beauty of this place, the only sound that of the trickling of the water fountain in the corner.
Dinah appeared, settling down beside him. She put her arm around him. A minute later, she spoke.
“What’s troubling you, m’lord?”
He smiled. “I’m thinking, m’lady.”
“Oh ho! Dangerous.”
He smiled again, then sobered as he said, “I keep thinking of that boy.”
She frowned for a second, then comprehension dawned. “You mean Roy?”
He nodded. “The Commissioner says he’s going on the block since they confiscated him from Broward.”
Sadness crossed Dinah’s face. “Unfortunate.”
Ollie looked at her. “What if we bought him?”
Dinah looked skeptical, then quickly warmed to the idea. “Melody could use a playmate, and the boy seemed intelligent. We could give him a far better life than some brothel owner.” Her mouth twisted. “He’s underlegal and supposed to be used as a house slave instead of as a bedslave, but somehow I doubt that a man who stole slaves to stock his whorehouse would observe such…niceties.”
Ollie felt slightly nauseous. “Yeah.” He slipped an arm around his lady’s waist. “So, you’re with me on this?”
Dinah smiled. “Right with you, love!”
Ollie drew her into a hug.