Usual disclaimers apply.
"No! That will not work! Not at all" Roy shook his head for the nth time just to emphasise how against he is on the plan.
"But it's a great plan" Diggle folded his arms.
"Yeah, it's a great plan until 5 seconds into that wonderful plan of yours I end up getting shot. Here" he pointed on his chest. "Multiple times, by arrow. Pun intended"
"Don't be silly Roy! He won't kill you" Lyla lulled the baby in her arms.
"No, of course he won't! He'll torture me first then kill me" the couple was clearly losing there minds. He refuse to be bait!
"You're being absurd!" Lyla said.
"Am I? Do you remember the last guy that had an interest in asking her out?" He looked Diggle who looked at him incredulously.
"Yes! Barry Allen" Answered Diggle."he's okay now."
"After nine month of being a comatose patient. Nine whole months" He held his nine fingers up. "Nine"
"He got struck by a lighthing" Diggle argued.
"Well like being struck by an arrow is any better" He grabbed his hoodie and headed for the door. "I am not asking Felicity, just because you want to make Oliver jealous! there is nothing you can offer me that will change my mind!"
"Not even, a new red hoodie?" Lyla called he needed a knew one. But now, he is not going to be temp by some lame old hoddie. "And a new pair of shoes"
"Damn it!" He cursed waking back. "You guys better make sure he won't get to his quiver"
I know it's short. It's kind of a Drabble crack promptt. i got bored, again! I'll post an angsty olicity fic later! :) don't hold this one against me.