Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Roy, Ollie/Dinah
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
Summary: Roy gets more comfortable as both Speedy and slave in the Queen Household.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): July 10, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 19, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1214
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The Star City Sentinel
"A GOOD NIGHT’S WORK"
Speedy leapt over the rooftops, the wind rustling in his hair as he pursued the petty thief. The man was fast and agile but no match for young legs. He smiled as he paused at the edge of a roof, drawing his bow with the aptly-named boxing glove arrow, which was ten kinds of cool. Not even Batman and Robin had arrows that were fun.
Speedy let loose, his aim unerringly true. The thief let out a whuff! of surprise, falling to the hard roof. Speedy leaped across, landing lightly beside him.
“You’re bagged, mister.”
The thief groaned, groggy as he scrabbled at the tarpaper. Speedy trussed him up, green boots landing beside him.
“Good job, Speedy.”
Green Arrow smiled as he clapped a hand on Speedy’s shoulder. Black Canary had been right behind Green Arrow and nudged the thief’s hip with her boot.
“Yes, good work. Silly boy. Thievery is not tolerated in Star City.”
“Please,” the thief groaned.
“Let’s bring him down, Canary. Save the police a climb up the stairs.”
The adults hauled the man to his feet and brought him down to the pavement, tying him to a lamppost. Green Arrow smiled at the old-fashioned police callbox, intended for people wary of cellphone numbers being traced.
“Chief Sullivan, we’ve got a little pick-up for your boys. Corner of Eighty Street and DeLancey. You’ll find a broken window at Marlowe Jewelers.” Green Arrow smiled. “You’re welcome.” He hung up the phone. “Let’s go.”
“Hey, you can’t leave me here!”
“The squad car’s on its way.”
Speedy followed his mentors up to the rooftops.
“A good night,” Ollie said as he pulled his mask off back in the Arrow Cave.
Dinah shucked off her jacket. “You’re a natural at this, Roy.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Dinah ruffled his hair and he grinned.
Roy followed Ollie into the showers. While he showered he decided that Dinah was right. He was a natural at this kind of work. He was extremely skilled with the bow-and-arrow and other weaponry, and was athletic enough to leap those rooftops.
Out of the shower, Roy dressed in a fluffy yellow robe, pulling the belt tight. He looked around the Cave.
“Does Batman think you’re stealing his ideas?”
Ollie smirked. “Sure, but so what? I’ve got a useable Cave down under my house, so why shouldn’t I use it? Arrow Cave doesn’t sound as cool as Batcave, but we don’t have winged furballs diving at our heads, either.”
Roy laughed. He had to admit that his Master was right there. “Are we going to meet up with Batman and Robin?”
“Oh, I’m sure it won’t be long. Crime is always around.”
Dinah emerged from the showers in her robe, hair wet and sparkling.
“Mmm, Pretty Bird, always a pleasure,” Ollie grinned.
Dinah smiled. “Roy, dear, cookies and milk or straight be bed?”
“A snack sounds good.”
Ollie and Roy went to the master bedroom, Dinah arriving with the snack. Since not everyone on staff knew about their dual lives, it was best to be discreet.
Roy eagerly took the plate of cookies. Ella was an excellent cook and baker. She had been born into service with the Queens and was one of those in the know. Fiercely loyal to Ollie, who had helped her bake cookies as a child, she always kept a snack ready after night work.
“You’re a quick study,” Dinah said as she curled up on the bed.
Roy smiled. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“It’s Dinah, at least when we’re not in hearing of the other servants.”
Roy’s smile was like sunshine. “Thank you, Mistress…I mean, Dinah.”
“Hug,” Dinah said as she held out her arms.
Roy hugged tightly, unable to believe his good fortune after so much pain since being torn away from the reservation.
“Well, sounds like ‘Ollie’ is appropriate here.”
Roy grinned at his Master, who seemed just as happy. Ollie pulled him into a hug.
Roy snuggled under the blankets. It had been a great night. Success at his superhero job. Success with his mentors. He had really hit the jackpot falling in with this family after the horror of the brothel.
He curled up on his side, clutching the blankets closer. He didn’t like to think of his time there. The memories were definitely less than pleasant.
Instead he thought of his present life, looking ahead to next month and the trip to Gotham for Halloween.
He smiled, excited at the prospect of meeting the Dynamic Duo. Robin could teach him plenty of tricks. The Batman’s sidekick was the far better acrobat from the footage he’d seen, but he was willing to bet that he could teach the Boy Wonder a few archery tricks.
He was also excited at the prospect at making a new friend. Melody was wonderful, but she didn’t go out and fight crime every night like Robin did. That created a bond that was tough to break.
He thought of tonight and getting permission to drop ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress’ in private. He understood that it didn’t mean that he should take liberties. Ollie was an easygoing Master but he expected obedience, and Roy understood that, just as he understood that Dinah was sweet and affectionate but wasn’t above disciplining a slave when needed.
Still, tonight was a big step forward.
“That’s right.” Ollie held out the embossed invitation. “We’re going for Halloween Week.”
Dinah and Ollie laughed at the redhead’s enthusiasm. “You’ll like Dick,” Dinah said. “He’s a great kid. He’s Bruce’s Squire.”
“He has a Prize, too?”
Dinah nodded. “A very fine one, from what I’ve seen. Bruce keeps him Veiled.”
“The slaves at the brothel talked about him. They said he was an elite slave from the very beginning.”
“I’m not surprised. Bruce always had an eye for quality,” Ollie said.
“I’m sure he lives in a nice place, but not as nice as this one.”
Ollie and Dinah grinned, and Ollie ruffled Roy’s hair. “Such loyalty.” Roy laughed. “You’re right, Queens’ Castle is just as good as Wayne Manor, but you’ll be suitably impressed. And I echo Dinah: I think you’ll like Dick a lot.” Ollie glanced at the mantel clock. “Please tell Ella we’ll have lunch in the garden. It’s still warm enough to sit outside.”
As Roy left the room, Ollie relaxed against the sofa cushions. “I really think that he and Dick will hit if off.”
Dinah sat next to him. “I agree. I think they’ll be good friends. Roy’s a good boy. He’s very gentle with Melody.” A troubled look entered her eyes. “He mentioned the brothel slaves talking. Do we know for certain if he was untouched there?”
Sympathy shone in Ollie’s eyes. “Maybe it’s best we don’t know for now. Roy will tell us when he’s ready, if anything happened.”
Dinah snuggled against him, holding on tight.