A/N: Why DO all my stories involve nachos?

The night had gone well, all things considered. Dick had only thrown two fits. Once when Bruce had insisted he could NOT take his shoes off in the middle of dinner. The second fit was due to being an overtired boy, with a usual bedtime of 8:30 at an event that went well into the night.

By 11:00, he couldn't even enjoy the nachos from the nearest diner. He was tired.

"This is stupid, I want to go home!" He wailed right before the food arrived. They'd been at the event far longer than Bruce had promised. Dinah sighed and took one of the tortilla chips, dipped it in gooey hot cheese and savored it.

"Come on kid, don't be like that.." How was it that she had gotten stuck trying to calm the kid? Bruce was on his phone in the car, and she was tempted to tell him off.

"Bu-bu-but-" Dick tried to calm down. He wasn't a little kid. He could stay up if he really wanted too... The big issue was that he hadn't wanted to- he'd been forced to attend an event, he'd been coerced into being polite, and he was all out of 'manners' for the night. Really, even when the overly nice waitress brought him over a brand new sprite, he could only give her half a smile, while Dinah thanked her.

"BUT, we got our nachos, dude!" She cheered him up- or tried to. When Bruce returned to the table, it was with a grimace and a warning.

"Richard. Enough." Bruce wasn't exactly thrilled either. In order to attend high society events, he needed to pretend to be someone completely different for the night. It was exhausting.

The harsh tone of the man, simply made the little boy frown deeper, as he leaned into Dinah. She smelled good. Like that cranberry- mandarin candle by her bedside.

"...So, that was interesting." Dinah tried hard not to let her heart get attached to the kid. that's what would hurt when she got bored of Bruce, or he her, and so instead she focused on the man now in front of her.

"I know, I know.. it was way too long." He'd had to stay because he was personally delivering a check, and speeches had gone long... he could stay awake all night, but even he had to admit that he was tired, and a bit overwhelmed, ready to call it a night. It did NOT help when two men walked into the diner, sleeping child in one of their arms.

Well, there was a dilemma wrapped into a conundrum.

Dinah didn't know whether to smile or frown, or pretend she didn't know them, but she supposed that would be silly. The men all knew each other, and Hal was already marveling at her presence. They hadn't seen each other since the night she and Oliver had forced him into going camping. It had been ridiculously fun, and she couldn't just ignore the way he was smiling at her, shouting her name, embracing her in a hug...

"Who's that?" Dick was not smiling, for once in his life.

"THIS is Hal Jordan." The blond woman introduced gently, unsure. "And you know Oliver, and Roy..." She mumbled, only just briefly looking at the man.

How to greet the woman that broke his heart, exactly?

His woman who was sitting uncomfortably next to the dark night and a confused child. As always, she looked beautiful beyond compare. She was wearing a black dress, which made her drop diamond earrings stand out all the more. He was pretty sure he'd given those to her at some point.

He thanked every God he could think of that his child was asleep. Roy would see her, and want to be around her. He'd want her to come back home. He'd throw a fit- he'd cry and scream and question their bad decisions.

It had been SO hard when Dinah had told him that she no longer trusted him. Not with her heart, or body or pet fish. He was dead to her.

But where did that leave his son? Roy loved Dinah as his mother, and no matter how many times Oliver had tried to explain that she wasn't, and that sometimes grownups just didn't end up together... the small child refused to believe him.

The three of them had dreamed of tree houses and family vacations. They had let the child believe that they had that type of future in store- really, in the end, it had all been Oliver's fault. Oliver Jonas Queen, who screwed up everything, absolutely everything he touched. If it wasn't for his child, he'd be at the bottom of a bottle.

"Bruce. Dinah." He gave them a short wave with his free hand. "Hey Dickie."

"Hey Ollie." The little raven-haired boy cheered up at seeing his play mate... "Is Roy going to wake up?"

"Uh, no, probably not..."

"Oh... do you guys want to sit with us? We're eating nachos." He invited like it was the polite, good thing to do, not recognizing how Bruce, Dinah and Oliver would rather be anywhere else just then. Unfortunately, between Dick and Hal, they were all sitting together a few minutes later, with more food ordered.

"So what brings you around these parts?" Bruce asked, trying not to seem cold or possessive. It was a free country. Oliver could eating fucking nachos if he wanted to.

"... the dinosaur exhibit, actually. We missed it in Star, and Roy had been begging me to take him.."

"It was super interesting." Hal supplied. "You guys should take Dick. They'll be in Gotham all weekend."

"Real dinosaurs?" Dick was immediately interested.

"No, but you'd love it, Dickie. Roy couldn't stop smiling."

"... Do you have pictures?" Dinah asked now, quietly, but voice unwavering. It was extremely hard to be so close to the little redhead and not be able to hold him, kiss him, tell him how proud she was of him.

Those moments belonged to the past, she knew. They had died along her love for Oliver. They had died with their unborn child. And yet still, she wanted so much to hold on to whatever she could of that past.

Thankfully, Oliver was gracious, pulling out his phone and showing her every picture of the day, starting from the road-trip to Gotham. Roy was wearing a red t-shirt that she had bought for him.

At the exhibit, there were pictures from Roy opening double doors, to his lunch, to him petting the 'dinosaurs'. He looked deliriously happy, and she was jealous that Hal and Oliver had made those memories with him.

"Wow, look, Dad!" Dick marveled too. "Can we go? Tomorrow? Please? Yes?"

"...I'll think about it." Bruce sighed. The answer would be 'no'.

To Be Continued...