|Pairing:
Jason × Artemis of Bana-Mighdall
Roy × Starfire
Past!Roy × Donna Troy|

"As we speak, the scientists from S.T.A.R. Labs are working on the antidote to the toxin in the water supply. Mayor Van Buren asks everyone to stay calm and wait for-" red and silver streak passed behind the reporter, causing her hair to whip around her face and fly in every possible direction "-further informations was it the second Flash?!" She cleared her throat. "Regarding when the water will be safe to use. Look! That's one of the main scientists, Cisco Ramon. Let's ask him-"

BIP!

"So, Oliver, what's the new project Queen Indu-"

BIIIP!

"You want your fellow dude to get bigger? We can-"

BIP! BIP! BIIIP!

Roy moved on the musty green couch to get into more comfortable position, accidentally throwing an empty beer can off the table. "Bullshit" he said slurring slightly, turning off the TV.

"What kind of channel even plays adverts like that?" Jason asked when he entered the room kicking the door, leaving a bright footprint on the wood. His iconic red helmet was tucked safely under his arm. Gently, with care even, putting it on a rack, he jumped over Roy and launched himself at the sofa too, drawing one arm over the back of said furniture. He shot his legs forward above Roy's and onto a tarnished coffee table. The apartment itself was dim, as expected at two in the morning, and only a small night lamp was on in the corner.
Although, even in the half-darkness Roy could see small, dark red spots on Jason's jacket. He wasn't even surprised. Considering the fact that the young man had just come back from patrol and, as corrupted and full of scumbags as Gotham was, he'd surely run into some muggers or drug dealers selling to kids. Oh yeah, they'll probably be licking their wounds for a long time. If there was one thing his actually-not-so-friendly bird hated more than the Joker, it would be those shitheads. Or rapists. One of the above.

"How was patrol?" He asked, tossing Todd a beer can and opening the next one for himself. Jason accepted with a sound of metal cans bumping together.

"Quite good" he said and took a long sip. "Whacked some scumbags, kicked some guys in the face, broke some noses, you know, the usual stuff." Red Hood slumped down more into the couch that was surprisingly comfortable despite looking really on the contrary. They might be wayward sons of a millionaire/billionaire, but that didn't mean they'd live like poor. Heroes and anti-heroes need their daily dose of rest and to do so they can't sleep on the floor or get sore muscles from lumpy beds.

"Don't you think it's weird that it's our normal? Drawing blood and maiming thugs." He decided against turning the TV back on, they had their heads fucked up enough as it was, more shit made just so it could air already was way below him.

Jason sighed. "The only normal I know" he said, raising the can to his mouth once again.

"That was depressing."

"Well, I died." At his words Roy spat water and choked on what was still left in his mouth. After a minute of trying to cough the water out of his lungs, he calmed down and looked at Jason incredulously.

"Dude."

Jason had an amused smirk on his face.
"What?"

"At this point almost every one of you died at least once."

He leaned on the back of the couch, tilting his head back, half-empty beer can still in his grip.
"Dick's a cheater."

"What is wrong with you bats?!"

"All I do at night is trying to answer that question, bro. Now, turn this shit on" he jerked his chin at black TV in front of them. Roy just threw a remote at him, clearly not eager to watch anything.

"Nothing interesting in there but yeah, whatever." He closed his eyes, rested his head back and tried to take a nap only to be violently woken up by someone poking his cheek with a salty stick. A half of it crumbled and fell onto Roy's jeans. He picked it up and shoved into his mouth. "Stop it, Jaybird. 'm tired."

But Jason visibly wasn't satisfied with that answer and raised leftovers of his beer over archer's head, spilling what was left in the process. Roy jostled up and shivered. Soaking wet, he wiped the liquid off his face with one hand, meanwhile hitting Jason in the shoulder with the other. "You son of a bitch!"

"That's right."

"You" the redhead shook his hand towards Jason, spraying tiny drops in Jason's face "are the worst pillow there is."

Jason snorted.

"You're gonna have a hangover and a hellish headache anyway. No sleeping, Arrow Boy. We're watching a wretched Spanish soap opera and there's no backing off."

Roy reluctantly redid his position to sit more straight. If he had only known what the next two hours would bring.

~|¦|~

As it was, both young men were watching a weepy TV show surrounded by tons of crumpled tissues. They were sitting side by side, hugging each other. Jason was sniffling quietly while Roy was clinging to his arm. Suddenly Harper leaned forward and reached his hand towards the television dramatically.

"No! Sooophieee-e!" He carried out the last vowel.

"Cameron is a piece of shit. That son of a bitch! How could he?! She loved him and he cheated on her with this whore Rebecca!"

"What a dick!"

Jason snorted at his comment.

"You know what I meant, Jaybird!"

And so it went on. And on. And on. Until they both fell asleep, crying themselves into slumber. Their a little drunk selves were tearing up way more than their sober selves would ever admit happened. The next day they'd probably laugh at this and argue which one is more of a cry-baby. For now Jason just wanted to sleep and his jacket to be cleaned. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a while those little sparkling creatures would come and do it for him. Oh yeah, that's a good plan...

~|¦|~

"Roy" Jason digged Roy in the ribs with the tip of his combat boot playfully. "You heard that?"

"Heard w'at?" The archer had his head laid on Jason's lap and was drooling onto his chin and younger's pants. The latter somehow winded up with legs on the couch, one under the weight of Roy's body, and from waist up on the floor. It must have been very uncomfortable because he was stirring every few seconds.

"That sound, shithead."

He pulled a face and looked at Roy as if he was dumb. He twisted out of the position he was in and sat cross-legged on the floor pouting like a child.
Roy moved so he was upright and not laying on the couch.

"Jay, there wasn't any sound. Nothing."

"I swear I heard a kettle boiling."

"It wasn't on."

"I tell you. It was!"

"Jay, we don't even have one."

"Yes, we do, I bought it last week after you had blown up our previous one."

Roy thought about it for a moment, trying to recall the event, suddenly getting enlightened.

"Still, it's in the counter."

"But-"

"Go to sleep-" and Roy was out like a light. Jason threw the remote at Roy, and then he threw himself onto the sleeping archer as well, who let out a grunt but stayed asleep. Jason yawned loudly and stretched out his arms (he was looking like a plane). The next moment he was fast asleep, the haunted kettle forgotten with only a narrow stream of steam floating in the kitchen.

~|¦|~

He woke up to the door bell ringing through their apartment slash lair.

Red Hood in civies looked up with ajar eyes. He flipped a finger in the general direction of the door, even though whoever was outside couldn't see it. But they definitely could hear a loud "FUCK YOU" that came right after.

There was another attempt, and this time Jason drowsily got up, letting out a heavy sigh. He unlocked and opened the door and frozed.

There was a rotting skeleton on the other side. In a pizza deliver man's cap and a box of pizza.
Jason simply closed the door shut.
He spun around on his heel, doing a one-eighty, and started strolling back into the room with head held high.

"Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. That's totally not happening."

He flopped onto a bright green armchair next to the couch, slouching his shoulders and tucking a red comforter up to his chin.

Roy moved his eyes from Jason to the door and back. The ring reverberated again. Only then did he realize that maybe making it play scary noises wasn't such a good idea. Jason looked at him and nodded at the doorway.

"No. Not going. You open it." He was hugging his drawn up knees and his friend wondered what exactly he had seen. Looked kind of agitated.

Roy shot him one last glance before walking to see who came. He opened the door and smiled at the fellow redhead.

"Oh, hey Artemi-" Jason pushed him away and leaned on the doorframe alluringly, with a charming smile on his face. Very Dick-like. What?

"I'd recognize your footsteps anywhere, my Wonderful Art."

"Hey, Birdie. You got scared by my little trick? Zatanna owned me one." She said with a seductive smile developing on her face.

Jason scratched the back of his neck. "No! I just got... upset. Yeah. Upset. He jumped on me out of nowhere. I thought I accidentally got a breath in of one of those creepos' Toxin."

"He totally did" Roy interjected.

Artemis walked in, on the way patting lightly Jason's chest, and stopped in the middle of the living room, one hand on her hip and the other in the back pocket of her jeans. Jason closed the door after her, with Roy following close, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Artemis probably reacted on instinct because the next thing he knew he was laying on his back on the floor with hurting rears. "Ouch." He looked up at the young woman.

Her red-but-kind-of-orange hair was tied in a long ponytail. She was in black jeans and saggy black top with... "Nice shirt" he said and grinned like a maniac.

The Amazon looked at the Red Hood symbol on her chest. "Ah, yeah, I've found it on a sale in this one mall downtown."

Roy was trying to cut short his snickering but failed miserably. "Man! I thought from the both of you it was Dick who is a womanizer but I think I'll need to talk with him about the effect it has on you. Jason-dog is one dog too many."

While he was talking, Artemis picked Jason up bridal style.

"You two are helluva fucking weird couple."

"Don't you have your own long-haired ginger super-warrior girl with superstrengh or something?"

Roy looked lost and was probably contemplating about the fact that indeed, he had and that there is a worrying amount of redheads hanging around the bats. Jason stole a kiss from Artemis and winked at her yet it just caused that she dropped him, totally meaning to.

He pouted. "That's an abusive relationship."

"That's how Amazons' relationships look like."

"Hey! Only, like, four of you have ever even had a boyfriend! And one of them was Superman."

Roy raised his hand.
"And me."

Jason jerked his chin at the male-ginger, still laying on the floor but supporting himself with one arm.
"And Roy."

The resident archer sniffed in the air. "I smell pizza?"

~|¦|~

Roy was just about to ate the last slice of pizza when...

They heard a dreadful shriek piercing the air somewhere on the streets below. If it reached the last floor, it must have been caused by something serious. And it was Gotham City. Of course there was someone screaming. Jason inwardly rolled his eyes. He had just come back home from patrol a few hours before!

"Mistress! To me!" A ginormous axe appeared in Artemis' hand. It was silver with refined ornaments on the top, probably Amazonian symbols.

"You may want to know something big is coming to this forgotten by gods city."

Roy looked at her and Jason thought he had to refrain himself from slapping himself in the face. He looked at his sort-of girlfriend.

"That's what we have this little Night-Zoo for. And I already know. Every year on Halloween there's a real Pandemonium breaking out."

Just in case I didn't manage to write the whole fanfic in time to post it on Halloween, I am going to continue it. Just give me more time.

//Words: 2142//

G'night
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