Crocodiles Aren't Red (Croc)

Participants: Roy and Waylon Jones

Open/Closed: Closed

Location(s): Gotham. Here, there, everywhere

Time of Day: Dead of the night

Weather: Snow on the ground, but unusually warm which has lead to rainfall and a thunderstorm.

Summary: Initially coming to Gotham to meet with some friends, Roy also makes sure to make time for an unusual friend.

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Gotham was home to many people Roy Harper knew. Some he liked, some he didn't. Some he'd take on a date if he were single, some he'd shoot between the eyes if given the chance. Some he'd share a coffee with, some he'd throw the coffee in the face of. Some who had helped him in his past, some who had caused him pain.

All those people were quickly forgotten about when the hero known as Red Arrow had come across a seemingly small time gang leader. The heroes initial plans for the night were put aside as Roy found the man peddling drugs to minors. While peddling drugs was bad enough, to push it onto people so young really boiled Roy's blood. As soon as Roy had had a chance, he changed into his Red Arrow costume, hopped onto his bike and hitched a small trailer behind it.

It hadn't been hard to find them man. It also hadn't been hard to subdue him, tie him up, and toss him onto the small trailer that was dragged behind his bike. It also wasn't hard to find a secluded spot near one of the river-canals away from prying eyes.

It was only a few minutes after the initial capture that Roy had set up a lead pipe to be lodged into the side of some concrete, and then take them mans zip-tied hands to hang off of the pipe. Left to dangle with his toes barely touching the ground, Roy glared at the man. He took a few steps back, eyes narrowed upon his catch, before his stare went to the sky above. Raindrops splattered on his face as a hand nimbly reached behind him and proceeded to pull out an arrow. An arrow that was now aimed directly at the mans face. The man who was only now starting to stir, but still mostly knocked out.

"Wake up" With a growl in his voice, the arrow was released. In mere seconds in sprung open into the iconic Boxing Glove Arrow and connected square in the mans face, jostling him awake. The man sputtered and and muttered before he fully grasped the scenario he was in.

Another arrow was notched. "You going to keep peddling to kids?"


The man continued to sputter. No cohesive words left his mouth.

Roy's eyes left him again, looking to the sky, before back to him. "You do this job long enough, you learn-" Roy's words were interrupted as he let go of the bowstring and the arrow went flying out. As it connected flush into the mans left calf, a strike of lighting occurred and was accompanied by thunderous boom, drowning out the mans scream of pain. "-how to cover some noise. Now speak up. Are you going to keep peddling to kids? To anyone?"


Still no answer, just whimpering and crying.

After a couple seconds of pause, Roy's eyes wandered as he produced another arrow. "ANSWER ME" The arrow went flying. This time as it connected to the mans right shoulder, the thunderous boom came once more. Timing was everything. The thunder helped keep the mans pain silent.

He'd answer him. He'd be made to see the error of his ways.