Green Arrow pulled down his hood and set down his bow. He heard a sharp intake of breath. Turning, Oliver glanced around his arsenal. Upon spying his adoptive child, Oliver's heart sank. 'I didn't want him to find out like this', Oliver thought, having imagined telling Richard his secret identity in a more heroic and dramatic manner.
"Dick" Oliver said calmly. The boy flinched away.
"I'm sorry. I was curious. I didn't mean to." Dick said quickly, his words tumbling over each other. Oliver placed a hand on his son's shoulder.
"It's fine, kiddo. I wasn't planning on hiding this from you forever. I just didn't think you'd find it out on your own." Dick's eyes went wide.
"You're hurt" the boy cried. Oliver glanced at the laceration on his arm.
"It's not much, just a scratch really. I wasn't paying attention and the son of a bi…scuit got in a lucky shot, that's all." Oliver said, trying to reassure Dick. Dick half-dragged Oliver to sit in the only chair in the arsenal. Dick began to fuss over Oliver. He gingerly cleaned and bandaged the wound.
"Thanks, kiddo." Dick wasn't listening. He was inspecting Oliver's bow.
"I want to help." The boy declared stubbornly. 'This is why I didn't want him to find out yet.' Oliver thought, 'Still, if I tell him "no" he's just going to try to be sneakier about it.'
"Alright," Oliver acquiesced, "We'll start you on archery tomorrow. But for now, how about a Star Wars marathon?" Dick's megawatt smile brightened as he did a flip out of sheer joy. Laughing, Oliver followed his son out of the room.