@noobwing asks: “Oooh hey can I please jump on the jealousy train and request a jealous Roy Harper, where he’s on patrol with them and the villain is flirting with his s/o.”
Warnings: swearing, if there is anything else please tell me
a/n: could I have gotten any less creative with the title? The answer is no. anyways, I actually like how this one turned out, and just a forewarning I used calico!vigilante reader for this one, because why not. I hope you like this @noobwing it’s my first time writing for just Roy I believe, so if his characterization is choppy or messed up, that’s why :)
Tonight had been immensely boring. You were on patrol,
monitoring Gotham for the few nights that you were staying there, and
uncharacteristically it was quiet and peaceful. Walking around on the rooftops of
Gotham’s highest buildings you saw nothing chaotic as you looked down, and it was
starting to annoy you. You were ready for a fight, your nerves were lit up like
you had been electrified, so standing there and doing nothing was getting on
your nerves. Your boyfriend Roy seemed to share this annoyance, as you saw him
peering over Gotham with an agitated look on his face. Getting up, you move
back to get a head start, before running full speed and leaping to the building
that Roy had occupied.
“Bored?” “Very.” That’s the extent of the conversation, so
you take a seat next to your boyfriend. It was nice sure, no crimes meant no
one was getting hurt. But it was damn boring. “Why can’t the Riddler just rob a
bank or something? I’m so fucking bored.” Roy mumbles, kicking his feet against
the edge of the skyscraper you two were sitting on. As if on cue, a huge BOOM! comes from a few miles away, and
you can see smoke rising from the Bank of Gotham. You also see a large black
flag with a green question mark emblem being raised to the top of the bank.
Roy’s jaw drops, staring in pure shock that he had somewhat
accurately predicted what looked to be your only crime of the night. “Finally
some entertainment.” You chuckle, before letting yourself fall off the skyscraper,
only to use your whip to connect to the next building. Soon enough, you’re on
the ground and at the bank. Roy was perched at the top of a tower adjacent to
the bank, waiting for your signal if you needed help or not.
Surveying the damage, you saw that hole was blown into the
front of the building, debris scattered around it and fire climbing it’s way
upward, burning the bank. Carefully stepping over the rubble, you made your way
inside and signaled Roy to follow you. Oddly enough, all the safes were intact.
No damage was done to them; it didn’t look like anyone even tried to enter
them. Confusion took over your senses, puzzled by just why Riddler would blow
up the Bank of Gotham and not take anything from it. You found your answer when
you rounded the corner into the largest vault.
“Ah, my dearest Calico, it is I, the Riddler! I see you have
answered my call.” Riddler says, sitting on top of a throne of money. The
amount of narcissism and arrogance that was in the room made you want to puke.
How fucking amazing did this insane man think he was? Rolling your eyes and
containing a gag you ask, “So what the hell are you doing here Riddler? And are
you going to be taken in quietly, or am I gonna have to claw you up in the
“Oh no, no, no Calico. I’m not going to be taken quietly,
you have nothing to charge me on, I haven’t stolen
anything.” Riddler enunciates, thinking he’s somehow beaten you in whatever
contest of wits runs through his mind. “Oh Eddie, did you just happen to forget
you blew up the door? That’s destruction
of property with intent to commit robbery. This place is also burning up, that’s
arson.” You reply, the tone of your voice and the smile on your face both
sickly sweet. Riddler lets out a frustrated groan, before composing himself.
“Nigma, don’t make me ask again after this. Why are you
here?” You reiterate, patience growing thin with the egotistical man in front
of you. “Why kitty cat, Riddler me this. The best way to capture a cat is with
a cage, but the best way to lure a cat is with?” He pauses, waiting for you to
figure it out. “A string. Goddamn it, blowing the bank was your string. Okay, you lured me here for a reason,
what is it Riddler?” You groan out, anger taking over you as you allow the
claws in your gloves to be pushed out.
“Now calm down kitty cat, I lured you here because I have a
proposal that you won’t, that you simply can’t refuse.” He announces, voice
booming like a speaker was connected to it. You have to stop your eyes from
rolling so far back in your head they never resurface. “And what, may I ask, is
that proposal?” You deadpan, already knowing what he was going to say. You see,
Riddler had had some sort of fascination with you ever since you started your
tenure as Calico, and he had made many failed attempts to flirt with you during
that time. This had to be another one
of those attempts.
“A date with me, the Riddler, your intellectual superior!”
Eddie booms, holding up his curved staff as if it’s greatest offer you’ve ever received.
“You do know that telling me you’re superior to myself is not a way to get a
date, right?” You chuckle, then full-blown laugh when you see the confusion
spread across Riddler’s face. “Moreover Eddie, I have a boyfriend, you know
that…” You trail off, wondering where your boyfriend currently was. If he was
close by, then he was definitely pissed, you knew Roy well enough to know he
had a temper, especially when it came to other people flirting with you.
“Boyfriend? You must mean that imbecile you run across the
rooftops with?” Riddler snarls, landing him three deep claw cuts across the
face, and a kick to the head. Falling off his throne of money, you lift his
head by his hair, and growl out “Don’t you ever
insult him again. Ever.” You back off when Riddler nods in quick bursts, pulling
himself back onto his throne of cash. “So I am guessing that that is a no to
the date?” Eddie asks you, readjusting the glasses on his face.
“Yeah, it’s a no.” Roy states, abruptly entering the room
and slamming his bow into Riddler’s jaw. You can’t help but smirk a bit as your
boyfriend rams his fists into the supervillains face, Eddie letting out a mix
of pained cries and smartass comments. “I am the Riddler and you canno-”
Riddler goes to shout, before one final punch causes him to lose consciousness.
“Have I ever mentioned I really
don’t like this guy?” Roy grumbles, as he stands up, staring down at the
defeated villain. “Yeah, once or twice when I told you about his attempts to
flirt with me.” You remark, lifting Riddler’s limp arm with your foot and then
dropping it, Roy had really done a number on him. “I’m going to have Jason
shoot him.” Roy says, as he drapes his arm over your shoulders. You laugh a
bit, shaking your head. “Jay already shot him on three separate occasions. Boys
and their jealousy.” You playfully taunt, running your index finger along your
“I am not jealous.
I just don’t like him.” Roy whines, pointing down at Riddler. Nodding your
head, you say, “So I guess you just don’t like Harley Quinn, Penguin, Two-Face,
Poison Ivy, or any goons then? Cause you totally weren’t jealous in those
situations, right?” You giggle, as Roy’s face turns the same shade as his hair.
“Okay so maybe I am jealous? And?” Roy pouts down at you, green eyes
“Oh sweetie there’s nothing wrong with it, I just wanted you
to say it.” You purr. Running your
fingers along his jaw, you move to kiss him, but are stopped by the sound of
police sirens wailing in close proximity.
“Damn Gotham cops, always ruining the moment. Let’s go home,
handsome.” You mutter, before you and Roy run from the burning bank and towards
One of my Kaider pics I haven’t uploaded yet. In-between royal duties, I hope Cinder and Kai manage to squeeze in some “normal” dates - or as normal as it gets for those two. And I just wanted to give our cyborg-Cinderella and Prince Charming some casual clothes. ^.^
Why can only certain girls be “meant” for something? It shouldn’t be bad to want to be a mom. It shouldn’t be bad to want to only have a career. It shouldn’t be bad to strive for both or nothing at all. We all should just be what we want to be.