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[i]Titan Tower, San Francisco[/i]
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Roy could quickly note the uncertainty and hesitation within the kid's voice about being in this kind of environment. He just couldn't place whether Garfield was overwhelmed by the immense luxury of the Tower, or if he was simply taken aback by the large assortment of rather peculiar people. Hell, Roy was the most normal person here besides the preppy rich kid as far as he gathered, and the archer was sleeping on a cot in the back of his beat up van a few nights ago.

And then, Roy almost felt the presence of an invading force. The only teenage vigilante who could beat him in a straight up fight without using powers. The bastard who wore sunglasses [i]after[/i] Roy made them cool. [i]Dick Frickin' Grayson.[/i] Roy's head turned slightly to watch the former boy in tights stroll out onto the rooftop. Their eyes met... well, probably. It was hard to tell when the two were wearing sunglasses and couldn't actually see each other's eyes. Regardless, Roy had a million things he wanted to talk to... [i]Nightbat... No, Batwing...[/i] about. Heck, Roy needed to thank him first and foremost. His removal from the original Titans is why he was standing... [i]ok, sitting...[/i] here today.

But Nightwing apparently had bigger fish to fry. The leader made his way towards Kara, clearly to discuss business. The orange alien made her way towards him as well. [i]Starfiire and Dick. Some things never change.[/i] Roy chuckled as he idly kicked his feet in the pool. He had been one of the first Titans, but he couldn't look Nightwing or Starfire in the eye after all that had happened. He'd have to earn back trust and respect from his former comrades.

The elevator door slid open and another teammate approached. Roy raised an eyebrow at the sight of her... she had a strange look about her, and that was saying something for a guy who fought some of the weirdest psychopaths. She seemed distant... almost emotionless. He had met someone like that, a guy named Jonathan who was going through rehab. He was obsessive, distant, emotionless... dangerous qualities in someone with abilities. Roy shook his head. She was certainly different, but the archer wasn't going to let someone sit back on their own and ignore everyone. The girl was going to have to meet the team sooner or later.

Roy's soaked feet smacked against the concrete as he made his way towards the meditating girl, his arrows slung over his shoulder and small wet footprints following in his wake. Arsenal was beginning to rethink bringing weapons up on the roof with him... they were just being lugged around as Roy went around introducing himself to everyone. He reclined on the ground once he reached a nice spot near the newcomer, wiggling his bare toes as they began to dry in the remaining rays of solar radiation. "[color=ed1c24]Before you tell me... Goth Girl? Lady Punk? Am I close?[/color]" Roy's lips curled into a dumb smile as the vigilante fought hard to not laugh at his own comedic genius. There was no doubt he was Oliver's former protege.