It was a month after Oliver Queen found out about his young apprentice, Roy Harper's unfortunate heroin addiction. It had been three weeks since Ollie tried to get Roy help. And it had been two weeks since he's kicked Roy out.
"Don't you think you were a little harsh on the poor boy?" Dinah asks.
"I just... I can't help him Dinah. I tried, but I don't know what to do. I figured, maybe if he's on his own he could figure it out for himself..." Oliver trails off.
"Oliver!" Dinah snaps. "I don't care if you know what to do or not. He is your son; you need to be there for the boy. He's just a little mixed up that's all. He doesn't need to 'figure it out by himself'. He needs help, help from his father."
"Well, maybe I'm not the one for the job," Oliver mutters. "I'm not his father."
"Oliver?!" Dinah is taken back by what he had said. "You're not the father?! You adopted the boy. He is legally your son, and even so have you forgotten about all those years you've trained and fought along side him. Don't you dare say you aren't the father! Or was that just an empty promise to be there for him when his real parents couldn't? I can't believe you Oliver, not the father!"
Oliver is surprised by Dinah's words. "I'll go... I'll go look for him," he replies weakly.
"No! You aren't just going to look for him. You are going to apologize to him for treating him like some diseased stray." Dinah was serious, and Oliver knows she's not kidding around. And he'd better get to it unless he wants his butt handed to him.
"Okay. All right Dinah," Oliver agrees. "I'll go do that then."
"Good," Dinah huffs. "You do that."
It was late and Oliver decided to start looking in the morning. "Roy?" Oliver calls out wearing his regular clothes to blend in. "Roy?" Despite his loud shouting and other people staring, there wasn't any response. "Dammit! Maybe if I find a trail..." Oliver mutters. He tries to look for some sort of lead to point to where Roy is. He searches as Oliver Queen by day and Green Arrow by night but he can't find a thing.