Desperate times call for a measuring stick.

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So he was alone in the city. Alone, except for his own thoughts. And even those were pretty lonely, too.

Roy kept replaying the last conversation he had with Jeff and Eddie back home.

"Are you sure you want to stay there? I mean last time you could have been killed!"

"I know what I'm doing, Eddy. I have to go back."

"But really," the Blue Raja protested. "You can't go back alone. It was dangerous enough as the last time--"

"Well, apparently too dangerous for the both of you. Because danger is my middle name, or at least figuratively, it is. I wouldn't go alone if you two came, but since you're not coming, I guess I'm by myself. So...you coming?"

Eddy and Jeff looked down, a little embarrassed. "You know, there are plenty of other heroes there, Roy. Even Batman. Don't you think they have enough help there?"

"Didn't you hear? They don't. They need all the help they can get. And at least we have Amazing here, so...we're good. I guess that's my answer. That's it. I'm going by myself. From now on, this man's an island...of one man."

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So now Roy was off, taking in the sights of the city, getting his bearings so he could go on what was that...'patrol'? Yeah, so he could do that. After his talk with Mornbein, the real reason why he wanted to stay here was to prove himself again. Not that he'd admit that to anybody. But Gotham had kicked his tail way too hard and he wasn't going to let her have the last laugh, no, he'd be the one laughing last. He was going to prove himself to this place once and for all. For all, at once.