Young Justice One Shots / Imagines

Roy Harper: Red Arrow || Armageddon {Part Two}

Title: Armageddon
season 1

Y/n - Your Name
Note - Happy New Year, folks. Wow it has been a decade since I last updated—haha hahahahehdhwhfjendiend kill me now.

Here's to 2020.

TW: death

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𝐑𝐄-𝐂𝐀𝐏 :

Just as you entered the elevator, Roy was yanked back and being pulled towards Batman by a rope.

You exit the elevator in the attempt to save him. "Roy!"

"Just go!" He struggles against the rope.

"But—" you pause, looking at the elevator that was about to close and back to Roy.

"Y/n leave!"

You let out a string of curse words before making a break for the elevator.

You could see Roy being hauled away as you made your escape.

The elevator lifts you into your unknown fate, and you wonder, "What the fuck am I going to do now?"

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When the elevator doors open, you take a cautious step into Wayne Manor.

"Dont panic." You say to yourself, hoping it would give you some form of comfort.

They could be coming up any second now, but right now, you have to focus on getting out of the Manor.

Unsure of which direction to go, you start walking around. There has to be a clear exit somewhere, right?

"Think, y/n. Think."

Batman and Robin are affected by whatever this epidemic is. What was the last thing they were doing?

It hit you; you remember that Dick said he was going with Batman to visit Hugo Strange. Before he left, you told him to send you updates and recordings.

You need a safe place to listen to the recording and to come up with a plan. But, where would you go? Your current home has zombies residing in it, you don't know who else may be compromised back at Mount Justice.

There's only one location left that you can think of.

. . .

You pick the lock to the door, and enter Roy's home. He said that the keys would be under the mat, but they were not. So, you had to improvise.

You've never been here before, but Roy has always offered a warming welcome to his home. Right now, you cash that warming welcome in.

"Okay." You take out your phone, sitting on Roy's couch as you look for new messages.

You open your new message from Dick, seeing a voice recording waiting for you to play it. You listen intently as you play through the recording. Mentions of mindgames and antidotes catch your attention. When their voices change and become incoherent and zombified, you cover your mouth.

The sounds of heaving and aggressive roaring take over when the recording comes to an end.

You take off your domino mask and place it on the coffee table in front of you, placing your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands.