Wow. How did this happen? Roy watching over the sleeping kid on his couch. Well, let me put it together. Mission, accident and dead parents. He had failed to save your parents from an accident caused by. You know it. Deathstroke. It's not everyday you see him do something like this. He had a reason for all of this though. You. You were the reason. Why you might ask? Your parents knew Deathstroke, going waaayyy back before you even existed. They all used to be really good friends before he became Deathstroke, parting away soon after they found out. Ever since then he hated them, thinking that they betrayed him, losing the people he trusted just a bit more than he could trust others. Once he had found out they had a kid, you. He wanted you. He wanted to take you, bring them the pain they brought him when they left him all by himself, as if all memories didn't mean anything to them. He never wanted to actually kill them, yet he didn't care. All he wanted was to take you. That was when Roy came, as Arsenal of course. Taking you before Deathstroke could.

"What am I gonna do with you..?"

He mumbled, a sigh leaving his mouth as he paced around his livingroom. Well, atleast he could get another chance to be a father? Maybe?