The Batpoint Paradox

Too Much, Not Nearly Enough

~A month or so ago in Roy Harper's apartment ~
*Jason
Waking up in Roy's bed I felt totally content, at least until I leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek and got smacked in the face with the smell of liquor, just like that it all came back to me. The memories of the last few months, of getting zapped into this hell reality, of living with my brothers, trying to figure this thing out, and lastly how I actually ended up in bed with Roy again. No Hankey-pankey occurred, despite Roy's best efforts, as much as I wanted Roy, I couldn't, not with a version of him who only saw me as some random stranger his drunk ass wanted to take home. Still, once I got him home I couldn't bring myself to leave, so I let him pull me into bed and drunkenly cuddle me until we both fell asleep, weak, I know, but my heart just wouldn't let me walk out that door.
I sigh and run a hand through my hair as I try to plan out my next move, however, my thoughts are soon interrupted by Roy groaning and rolling over.
"Ugh, why sun?" He moans, wordlessly I hand him the glass of water I'd poured the night before then grab the Advil from the nightstand drawer and drop it in his lap.
He takes it, throwing back a handful of pills and chugging the remainder of the water before laying back down flat on his back and sighing before cautiously regarding me through bloodshot eyes.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" He drawls suggestively.
I roll my eyes and suppress a groan of my own.
"We didn't have sex Roy, I came back with you to make sure you were safe and taken care of, but once I got you to lay down you dragged me down with you and went in full cuddle mode. I figured I'd just stay until you passed out but I must have fallen asleep myself." I shrug, distracting myself by looking around the room to avoid meeting his eyes, feeling bad even though it's mostly the truth.

Thankfully for me, he seems to accept that, letting out an awkward chuckle and shrugging.

"Well that's a new one, but hey I've done stranger things while hammered, thanks for being a gentleman, probably for the best, I'm sure it wouldn't have been that great with me as drunk as I was," he pauses at that and gives me an appraising look that sparks heat in my belly, god it's been way too long. His next words though have me feeling an ironic combination of turned-on and longing.

"Plus if we had sex I think I'd like to remember it." He smirks with a saucy wink before hauling himself out of bed and ambling towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower, there's food in the fridge if you're hungry and a tv in the living room if you want, I'll be quick, but I'll totally get it if you're gone when I get out."

My heart constricts, I know I should take the out, leave before I make this even harder for myself. I sigh as the bathroom door closes, when I get up I'm not surprised when my feet take me to the kitchen instead of the front door, just like last night I just can't bring myself to leave.

Five minutes later I'm engrossed in omelet prep, humming to myself and chopping veggies, presently surprised at Roy's fully stocked fridge, our whole relationship I had been the one to do the shopping. Even back when we were just friends and teammates it had always been my area, Roy wasn't quite as bad as Dick or even Tim, but home-cooking had never been high on his priority list, I'd been the one to insist and make it happen. I can't help but wonder if this is maybe a bleed-over of some kind, we'd seen small instances of it before, little things, generally unconscious actions or habits that didn't fit with this timeline, didn't quite make sense here, but did in our timeline. Roy's drunken cuddliness could defiantly be a result of that, maybe some part of him still remembered me-No, I shake my head, as nice as that thought is I know better than to get my hopes up. I know damn well that he's not going to really remember me, remember our past, what we have, not until we fix this damned mess of a timeline, which is what I should be focusing on instead of trying to play house with this version of my boyfriend who thinks we just met last night.