Author's Notes: I did say this was going to be, "I'm bored" fic, right?
Summary: A series of one-shots featuring Kid Flash and Red Arrow. Part Four: Honestly, Dinah had never seen anything like it, here was this boy with an arrow embedded in his shoulder bleeding out having a shouting match with Roy.
Disclaimer: I own a pillow pet named Bruce the Moose, cause I'm clever.
The (Mis)Adventures of the Red Haired Duo
Target Practice
The house was quiet, guess that wasn't much of a surprise to her, even though Ollie was more hands on, Roy liked his space and for his personal bubble to be invaded. Except, Dinah didn't hear any hum of the television from the living room or Roy's obnoxiously loud music from upstairs and the kitchen was empty as well. She called out both Ollie's and Roy's name a few times receiving no reply. Figuring that they must have left before she arrived, Dinah stepped back outside. She was at the driveway when she heard something peculiar, a child laughing.
If she didn't know better, Dinah would have assumed that it was Roy, except that she did and knew that the probability that it was the teenager was pretty low. Her curiosity peaked, she made her way over to the side yard to find Ollie relaxing in a lawn chair with a cup of ice tea in hand, watching Roy shooting his arrow at, nothing?
"Ollie?" she said, looking away from the mentioned man's side kick to look at him, confusion apparent.
The blonde archer looked away from designated target practice range to see the new comer, "Dinah!" he greeted with surprise, quickly breaking into a smile. "When did you get here?" he asked gesturing towards the open chair next to him which she took.
"A short while ago, what's going on?" she questioned nodding towards Roy.
"Hmm? Oh." Ollie drank some of his tea, "Roy was hired for a new job." he said chuckling into his glass.
"Ollie." she said once again, in no mood to play any guessing games. Queen just pointed towards his ward.
"Come now, Pretty Bird, watch closely."
With a resigned sigh, Dinah returned her attention to the area in front of Speedy's bow. A moment passed before she saw it, "Is that-?"
"Barry's runt." he confirmed, swirling the contents of his cup, "I mean nephew."
She had not met Barry's new sidekick yet, only hearing that he had one, "And what is he doing here?" Dinah asked watching the blur closely, it looked like he was catching the arrows as Roy shot them.
"I don't know how he did it, but Barry somehow got Roy to agree to being his on call babysitter. I can't even get Roy to spend more than two hours with me unless he has to."
"Can you blame him?" she jested lightly, "So what's Barry's kid like."
"Sort of quiet, squirrely looking, red hair, walking garbage disposal. I think Barry just leaves him here because he can't afford the food bill." she would have laughed if he didn't sound serious, instead she glared at him. "Alright, he's a good kid. Roy likes him well enough, even though he won't say as much."
"Are they playing extreme catch?"
Ollie shook his head, "The two were arguing about something and it some how led into the kid betting Roy he could catch every arrow he shot, I don't think he's missed one yet."
Dinah smiled fondly, it was about time that Roy was doing something would entertain someone besides himself. "How long is Roy on babysitting duty?"
The archer placed his drink on the grass before checking his wrist watch. "I think until eight." he answered then glanced at her, "Why...are you smiling like that?"
With a grin, Dinah sat back in her chair crossing her legs, "Of course you can take us out to dinner, Ollie, I'm sure the boys will love to go."
Clearly baffled, the millionaire blinked at her, "But I didn't say that I was-" he stopped forcing a grin of his own, "I'm more than happy taking everyone out. My wallet won't be, but I am."
Shifting her gaze to Ollie, "I'm glad you think-." her head snapped back towards the field as a shout reached her ears. Normally one to take care of his bow, Dinah watched as Roy tossed it to the dirt before taking off towards a lump a dozen feet in front of him, which looked a lot like-, she was out of her seat running before she even finished the thought, Ollie on her heels.
Honestly, Dinah had never seen anything like it, here was this boy with an arrow embedded in his shoulder bleeding out having a shouting match with Roy.
"You shot me!" Wally yelped, clutching his shoulder.
"It's not my fault you can't catch an arrow correctly!" Roy shot back, taking off his over jacket and pressing it the the wound to stop the bleeding careful to not touch the shaft. When the younger boy tried to squirm away, Roy held him still, "Quit moving."
"I can't help it! If haven't noticed, there's an arrow in my shoulder!" Wally cried before noticing Dinah then he seemed to visibly shrink. She smiled at the boy, a sign of comfort before kneeling opposite of Roy.
"Hello, Wally." she greeted, exchanging a passing glance with Roy before lifting the older boy's scarlet stained shirt to look at the damage. The arrow had made it through to the other side, she gave the speedster a sympathetic look when he let out a small pained noise.
"Barry is going to kill me." Ollie stated, much to her ire, "I can see it now, a fist coming at my face at hundred thousand miles per hour."
Roy rolled his eyes, Dinah was tempted to do the same, "Ollie, now really isn't the time."
The eldest archer sobered up, "Right, lets get him inside, get the arrow out, and patch him up." he listed off going to pick the speedster up.
"I got him." Roy cut in already going to pick Wally up, who in turn seemed very disgruntle by the move.
The youngest of the four winced as he was shifted in the elder boy's arms, hand never leaving his injured shoulder, "I can walk."
"Yeah, two feet before you end up back on the grass." Roy pointed out, Dinah heard Wally grumble something being too far away to make out what it was, but it seemed to amuse Roy as the older boy chuckled. The martial artist looked at Ollie as the two followed the boys.
"They're adorable." she said grinning at the rather pale man.
"Dead. Do you have any idea how protective that man is? I'm dead. Dead. Dead. Dead." he ignored her completely and continued his rambling.
Sighing deeply, "Ollie, you and I both know you're going to throw Roy under the bus."
He seemed to consider this, ceasing his pessimistic talk, "Good point."
.:...:.
"How are you feeling now?" Dinah asked, casting glances at the both of them. Barry's nephew sat on the counter, one leg swinging lazily. His previous shirt was disposed of and he was now wearing one of Roy's older ones. It was rather comical, the shirt was obviously too big but Wally didn't seem to mind. His injured arm was supported in a sling and in the other hand was contented with holding a cookie. Ollie's ward stood not far away, leaning against the stove apparently having changed his shirt as well. He was listening to whatever Wally was rambling, though he appeared his normal self, Dinah noticed the veiled emotion he was hiding.
"I'm fine, my Uncle said that we heal faster than normal people, I probably don't even need this." He responded moving the arm, grimacing slightly earning a snort of disbelief from Roy. Wally glared at him before turning back to her, "You're Black Canary, right?"
Dinah nodded walking closer, "But you can call me, Dinah."
"You're dating, Uncle Ollie, right?" he asked. The term 'Uncle' stunned her briefly before she nodded once more. Wally looked at her brow crinkling together, "Why?"
A failed attempt at covering his laughter ended up with Roy making an odd choking noise, Dinah unable to stop herself from laughing, Wally just looked at the two not understanding why the two were laughing. Dinah wiped a stray tear from her eye, "It's a long story, I'll just leave it at that." she replied resting a hand on the mop of ginger hair. "Why don't you go upstairs, 'Uncle' Ollie called your Uncle Barry and he'll be picking you up soon."
Ollie thought it'd be best if he called the eldest speedster, believing that he wouldn't hear the end of it if Barry showed up later to find Wally was hurt earlier, Ollie already planned on blaming Roy. Sometimes, she asked herself the very question Wally had just asked her. The teen archer went to help Wally down from the counter, but the speedster jumped down before Roy was close enough, causing the teen to frown seeing the grimace that occurred due to the action.
She watched Wally leave the room, placing a hand on Roy's shoulder stopping him from following, "He doesn't seem to be mad at you."
Roy's body became rigid, "I know that."
"Then why are you mad at yourself?"
His eyes shifted away from Dinah's face focusing elsewhere, "I'm not." He didn't have to look at her face to know the type of look she was giving him. "Alright maybe I do feel bad, I didn't think that he actually miss one."
She squeezed his shoulder, "You know, I think I know how to make you feel better."
Roy gauged the sudden mischievous grin that appeared on Dinah's face, "I'm listening."
.:...:.
"What happened, Ollie?" Barry demanded once he stepped inside. Ollie rubbed the back of his neck, careful not to look the speedster in the eye.
"Funny story, you see we were out back when-."
"Uncle Barry!"
Barry sent a glare at Ollie seeing his nephews arm, "Wally, what happened to your arm?"
"Uncle Ollie shot me."
"What?" Barry shouted, a sputtering Ollie stared at the kid in disbelief. From the other room he could have sworn he heard the shared laughter of Roy and Dinah.
End of Target Practice
Final Thought: I wasn't paying attention in class when I got this idea. I'll probably do one more Roy babysitting but it'll be for like a de-aged Wally or something. I just want to apologize for my lack of updating, I've had lots of reading, papers, I'm kind of sick right now, and as you should know, I'm lazy. As always send in your word or situation prompts, if I can think of something to write about it, I'll try.
Til the next time, this is Fallen signing off saying stay classy readers.
