[ wow property damage should count for extra points, sir. fighting crime just isn't the same if there isn't stuff exploding or imploding or catching on fire. things - not people. he's not that crazy. roy's meandering his way back to the sidewalk, leaving the kids to wonder if they were just rescued by a complete moron. there's a moment he misses the teen titan kids. they all thought he was a moron too. baaaw.

he's headed to pick his cellphone back up when the stranger catches his attention, and his brows raise a second, before a smile breaks his expression. ] Aw, thanks, dude. Not my greatest work, but, you know, speeding car, endangered kiddos, finesse goes a little out the window.

[ he snatches up the phone and pockets it, spotting the splatter of his malt and making a pout for a second. ] Alas, poor deliciousness, I knew thee well. [ no use crying over spilt malts, so he's moving on to the side of the car, peeking in at the driver, and listening to the blaring sirens of the police cars that were giving chase coming up close. dazed is good, and while criminal mcspeederface is trying to put his brain back together, roy will be whistling a casual tune as he reaches in with another fancy looking device that are pretty much glorified handcuffs, binding the driver to the wheel. have a nice nap, pookie.

he looks back to oliver over the hood of the car, going about prying his trick arrow out of the side of it to fold back together and put back into the quiver hanging out at his hip. recylcing. he's otherwise not in any kind of uniform. just some punk in a trucker hat, a bright green hood, jeans and a big red quiver attached. also, bow now. sort of harder to hide when it's in Go mode. ]

You do much with shooting stuff, or was it just a commentary on the cool looking factor? I'll take either, man.