The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Five

Rory headed for the stairs and began to drag the shopping bags up them towards her room. The boys thought it would be a good idea to let her go to a few stores alone with Babs and Steph, and needless to say that they were surprised to see how many bags they were carrying when they all met up. 

Their first stop had been a simple clothing store, and they took a look around. Stephanie did not stop trying to make Rory try on clothes the entire time, and one thing led to another and all three girls were walking out with three bags each from that one store. 

Rory eyed a dance store but didn't want to bring attention to the fact that Rory could be a professional ballerina if she wanted to but that would mean leaving the crime-fighting world behind and she wasn't ready to do that yet. Maybe she could ask Alfred or Bruce to set up a dance area for her like Oliver had while she was at the Arrow Cave.

The amount of bags each girl had nearly tripled, at least and now they had to lug it up to their room. Rory was about halfway up when she heard a voice behind her. "Having a tough time there, songbird?" 

Rory blew the hair out of her face and turned her head to look back at Tim who was standing there giving her a cocky smirk. When did this boy turn into a cocky pain in the ass? 

"No dragon boy, I drag huge bags upstairs for fun. Didn't you know this?" she said, narrowing her eyes with a mischievous look. "What are you going to do? Call the bag dragging police, or worse the Batman?" she taunted.

Tim watched her grin spread across her face and it made his stomach flutter. He had always thought that when she smiled, it brought her best side out even if it was a grin. "No, I'll just drag you up the stairs myself." 

Rory's eyes turned skeptical. "Drake, I swear to all things good and holy that if you pick me up-" 

Before she even finished her sentence, Tim picked her up over his shoulder and then grabbed her bags with his hands. Rory let out a scream of protest and tried to wiggle off of him. "Timothy Jackson Drake! You better put me the fuck down or I will maim you!" she shouted.

"No can do Aurora James Sonnet-Queen, I told you what would happen. Now quit moving or you'll send us both down the stairs and that won't be fun to explain to Bruce and Alfred. Letting out a huff, Rory stilled her movements and crossed her arms. 

"I'm going to get you when you least expect it, dragon boy. Watch your back." 

Tim laughed at her threat, "I doubt you can scare me worse than Damian does, and even then he doesn't scare me much anymore.'' 

Unknown to them, Rory's scream drew the attention of others in the manor. Dick, Jason, and Alfred watched as Tim carried Rory and the bags up. "Did you know he could do that?" Dick asked his younger brother.

Jason shrugged, "Do you not remember when he knocked Cobblepott out cold with one hit? The kid can pack a punch, so this doesn't surprise me."

Rory looked down and saw the three of them there watching her. "Take a picture boys it'll last longer," she yelled down to them. As soon as those words left her mouth, both Dick and Jason took out their phones and took a picture while Rory flipped them off with both hands.

"Fuck you guys. Tim, your brothers are taking a picture," she complained.

"Well, you did tell them to. What else do you expect from them?" Tim laughed and continued up the stairs with Rory still on his shoulder. He walked down the extensive hallways and stopped outside Rory's room. 

"Now, are you going to be good or do I have to carry you around more?" Tim asked, setting the bags down.

"I don't know, are you going to keep being an asshole?" she countered