Roy’s hand found Wally’s, fingers curling around his. As if Wally would disappear if Roy stopped touching him. He’d felt so alone lately. The past few years… but he was too high to dwell on it.
"Don’t call me that. Speedy’s dead," he mumbled.
"Speedy was a good guy, y’know."
Wally was fully aware that Roy had dropped the name when he stopped working under Oliver, but somewhere underneath, the speedster was convinced that Roy just thought being Speedy made him weak. And he— no costume over Roy Harper was weak. Because Roy was so much higher than he thought of himself.
"Sorry. You’re a good guy,” Wally corrected himself, giving the fingers around his own a reassuring squeeze.
"Yeah," he agreed. "The real Speedy was."
Though Roy had spent more time as Speedy than his original, they both felt the name belonged to someone who’d died when the latter was kidnapped. He didn’t come back as Speedy. And Roy didn’t either, even if he spent three years with the name.
"I dunno… I tried to be but…" He shook his head. The Light had puppeted his every move. How could he possibly be a good guy?