A/N: Hi guys! First, this story has over 100 reviews, so thank you so much to everyone who reviews that's amazing! Also, just so no one gets confused, this one of two flashback chapters that takes place two years before the start of the story. Its a nice long one so Happy Thanksgiving and enjoy!

The moments before an archery tournament began were the most nerve-wracking for Roy. He did a quick check to make sure his bow was strung properly, even though he'd checked it twice already. His fingers ran over the quiver; counting the arrows and checking that no fletchings had fallen off. It was kind of stupid, but his mind worried about the smallest details when he was competing. He adjusted his arm guard again, then re-adjusted it. A couple of his competitors gave him smug looks. He could practically see the thought bubbles above their heads.

'Oh, a 12-year-old? Who does he think he is? I'll beat this kid easily.'

Technically, Roy knew he should've been competing in the 'Under 18' category, but he'd won so many medals there that they'd allowed him to be moved up. His skills far surpassed those of people his own age. This was his first time in the adult category though, so he wasn't sure how well he'd fare. Some of the archers were people from or around the reservation who'd seen Roy competing before. They saw the smug looks the newcomers were giving him and hid smug looks of their own. Boy were they in for a surprise. Two sharp whistle blasts pierced the air. Roy stepped in line with the others. He was very aware of how small he looked compared to them. He stood a little straighter. The butterflies in his stomach hadn't stopped. They only flew faster. They were given the signal and he carefully selected an arrow. He nocked it securely to the bowstring. He noted the person he was sharing a target with already had his string drawn. Another signal.

Roy raised his bow and drew back the string. He took a deep breath and the butterflies stopped. Three whistle blows. He didn't even have to think. He aimed and his fingers slipped off the bowstring. He had three minutes to keep shooting and two more arrows he could shoot. He could've shot three times as many in that amount of time. However, this wasn't free shooting at the house. He had to follow the competition rules. He nocked another arrow, much slower than the first. He carefully took aim again and shot the second arrow. The third arrow he did even slower than his second one. He still had plenty of time to shoot. He lined up his third one perfectly and released. He smiled as three whistle blows stopped the shooting.

Three bullseyes.

Not just three—his arrows were all in a perfect line with the middle one in the direct center of the target. The man who'd shot on the same target had made one bullseye by comparison. Roy was awarded 30 points, which put him in first place going into the second round. They were given the last signal and he ran forward to retrieve his arrows. He pulled them out of the target and put them back in his quiver. His competitor didn't say anything, which was fine by him. Roy joined Brave Bow on the sidelines, sitting on the ground next to his father's seat.

"Being a bit a show off today, aren't we Roy?" he asked the boy.

Roy smiled sheepishly. "I was just trying to make an impression."

Brave Bow chuckled as he ruffled his son's red hair. A couple of the men glanced back at them, then turned away whispering again. "Well, you've definitely done that." He was still proud of Roy; a perfect score was exceptional and it was worth it to see the boy smile. He'd been so depressed the last couple of months, and Brave Bow had acted as though he didn't hear him crying in his room at night. He grimaced, glad Roy was too distracted to see the look of pain on his face. The boy had offered to forgo the competition this year in favor of sitting at home with him, but he'd refused. They both needed to get out of the house and Roy had a reputation to uphold. Besides, this was likely the last competition on the reservation he'd participate in. He didn't want his son to miss it.

After another preliminary round, they called Roy's number and he jumped to his feet. "Be right back."

"Good luck. Shoot straight."

Roy went to the judging table so they could verify his number and he joined the other archers. Some of the adults how'd watched the first round regarded him with suspicion. He shrugged it off. The only person he was here to impress with his father. The whistle signaled for them to line up and he let his fingers graze the arrows again. Another signal and his bow was nocked. This time it was 6 arrows in three minutes. Still not much of a challenge for him, but it also didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. The timer started and he shot the first arrow. it hit the dead center of the target. He kept firing without stopping this finished with 30 seconds to spare and admired his handiwork. This time the arrows were arranged in two rows of three. They landed so precisely that the fletchings just barely touched each other. The timer stopped and Roy caught his opponent giving him a stink eye. He was awarded 60 points and retrieved his arrows.

"Making another impression?" Brave Bow asked as Roy sat down on the ground next to him.

"Just having some fun," Roy grinned. He froze and turned around.

"Something wrong Roy?"

"No. I just….thought I felt someone watching me."

"You're 12 and shooting circles around men twice your age. Everyone is watching you, my son."

Roy smiled again. "If everyone's watching I should make sure I give them a good show."

Brave Bow chuckled and ruffled his hair again. Normally Roy would complain and pull away like he had been the last two years, but these weren't normal times for their small family. The standings were posted a few minutes later and Roy went to go check his. "Well?"

"Second place going into semi-finals!"

"That's very good."

"Think I'll get another first place medal?"

"Wouldn't you rather get a second or third place? You have so many first place medals."

"Yeah but this one would look great on my wall." HIs number was called again. "I'm off to get it."

"Shoot straight."

This time the adult archers regarded him with a lot of what he assumed was jealousy. One man, in particular, gave him a dirty look and Roy gave him an arrogant smirk. He was the best archer on the reservation, adult or child, and after today everyone would know it. He glanced back at his father. Especially Brave Bow. They were called into line again. This time he got a target all to himself. Maximum of 10 arrows in two minutes. That was closer to his speed, but still pretty slow. The timer started and he wasted no time firing. His arrows hit the target with methodic thumps! The man at the target next to him saw what Roy had done and cursed. This time Roy had made an 'X' through the center ring with his arrows. The people who knew Roy simply shook their heads. The visitors looked pissed. He was awarded 100 points, retrieved his arrows, then joined his father.

"You aren't exactly making a lot of friends," Brave Bow commented as two of the men went over to the judges' table. He could tell they were complaining about Roy's antics based on how they kept gesturing towards him.

"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to win."

"Yes, I know that."

The judges said something that seemed to at least partially appease the men, who stalked off, still very angry. One of the judges caught Roy's eye and gestured for him to come over. "Looks like I'm in trouble."

"Be polite."

Roy walked over to the table at his own pace. He wasn't in a hurry to have the judges call him a "show-off" and a "cocky brat" as he'd often heard at these. "Can I help you?"

"Son we've received several complaints about your conduct during this competition," one of the judges said.

"Conduct? What do you mean? Have I said something to offend or demean someone?"

"Well no, but-"

"Oh then did I cheat?"

"Not that we can tell-"

"How has my conduct been reportable then?"

The judge glared at him. "Your sportsmanship is reprehensible."

"Me?" Roy faked a scandalous look. "I would never. What sportsmanship rule from the rule book have I broken?"

"Believe me, I'm looking for one," another judge said, flipping through said book.

The first judge sighed. "The other competitors feel….threatened-"

"I'm not threatening anyone," Roy defended. "I'm just shooing to the best of my ability. Isn't that the point of an archery competition?"

"…Yes, I suppose it is."

"So I haven't broken any rules and I'm just shooting my best, then why are we speaking?"

"Just tone it down Roy," the third judge said. He was a frequent judge to competitions in the area and he was very familiar with the redhead. He couldn't deny Roy had skill, but the kid's ego was usually getting the best of him. "Please?"

Roy smiled. "Would you prefer I don't shoot to the best of my ability? You want me to throw the match?"

"Never mind," the first judge said quickly. "Just go."

"Nice talking with you gentlemen." Roy left with a smirk, knowing full well he'd won that conversation. He couldn't care less if the adults felt threatened by his skill. He wanted them to. They didn't want him here? They wanted him gone? They'd get their wish in a few weeks. Until then he'd be shooting with his best skills. There was nothing they could do about it.

"What was that about?" Brave Bow asked him.

"Oh, some of the grown men were complaining about the child because they're losing."

Brave Bow couldn't help but smile. "Perhaps you could not humiliate them so much."

"How can I not give it my all?"

"Give it your all, just don't be a show-off about it."

Roy smiled slyly. "I guess I could just cluster the arrows instead of lining them up."

"That's all I ask." They called his number again and Roy got up. "Shoot straight."

"I will." Roy got more dirty looks from his fellow archers, but he ignored them. He just had to make his next 6 bullseyes and he'd win first place with a perfect score. He stepped into line and selected an arrow from his quiver. The timer started and he started shooting. Right away he noticed a problem. The targets had been moved higher and farther away than he'd been expecting. His first shot hit the bullseye as did his second and third ones. The next one though hit the ring just outside it. He glared and shot his last two arrows, both of which missed the bullseye. "Come on!"

"Guess you're not as good as you thought Kid," the man next to him sneered.

Roy was about to snap back when he noticed the point totals. He smirked. "Oh really?"

The man slowly turned towards the board. "What the-"

"Oh yeah!" Roy felt better as he pulled his arrows from the target.

"One of these days you'll meet your match," the judge warned him as he put the first place medal around Roy's neck.

"Yeah. Maybe someday." He ran over to his father, who tried to get out of his seat. He stood unsteadily, leaning on Roy as the boy hugged him.

"Good job Roy," he smiled as he hugged him.

"I missed those last shots."

"You still hit the target my boy. You're a perfectionist."

"Gee, wonder why." Brave Bow laughed and ruffled his hair.

"That's quite an impressive win," a man said. Roy let go of his father and turned around. The man wasn't anyone he knew. He had blonde hair and was wearing clothes Roy assumed cost more than Brave Bow's house; even though they were just slacks and a button-up.

"Thanks," Roy smirked. "Nice goatee."

"Roy," Brave Bow warned him.

"You don't like it?" the man asked playfully, running his hand over it.

"I'm sorry for my son, he's a little vocal."

"That's ok. Kids will be kids." He smiled down at Roy. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your win. For someone of your age, it's very impressive."

"Thank you."

"I'm Oliver Queen."

Roy shook his hand. "Roy Harper."

"Well Roy, I was wondering if I could treat you and your father to some ice cream."

"That'd be-" Roy stopped when Brave Bow leaned against him. "Thanks, Mr. Queen, but we should probably pass."

"Nonsense," Brave Bow told him. "You should go."

"You're tired-"

"Mike was giving us a ride back anyways. If Mr. Queen doesn't mind dropping you off afterward…"

"Not at all," Oliver said with an easy smile.

"You sure?" Roy asked him.

"Of course. You deserve to have a good time." He had confidence that Roy would be fine since he had many friends and basically eyes and ears all over the community.

"Ok!" Roy gave his bow to his father, along with his quiver. He gave him another hug, then passed him off to his friend who was taking him home.

"Ready?" Oliver asked him.

"Let's go." He walked beside Oliver as they left the park where the competition had been held.

"Right over here." The man was leading him towards a jeep convertible that was, by far, the nicest car Roy had ever seen.

"Whoa. Nice car."

"Thanks," Oliver said as they got in. "It's a rental."

"Are you from around here?"

"No, I'm just in town on business. I'm from Star City."

"Star City? Where is that?"

"California. Near San Fransisco."

"Cool. Turn right here. I know a great place."

"You're the boss."

Roy examined his medal as they drove. It was like all his other medals, just a little heavier and bigger. "Why were you at the competition?"

"I'm a bit of an archer myself and I thought it might be fun. Good thing I did too or neither of us would get ice cream."

"True. This is it." Oliver followed Roy into the ice cream shop. Even though it was less of a shop and more of a shack.

"Go ahead and get whatever you want." Roy ended up getting a triple scoop of chocolate and Oliver got strawberry. They got a table in the sun and Roy dug into his. "Have you been an archer for a long time?"

"Since I was 5. So….7 years."

"Only 7?"

"I practice a lot. After-school every day and on the weekends."

"Don't you have friends?"

"Not really."

Oliver nodded. "Do you do competitions like this often?"

"Kind of. I do that one every year and others nearby."

"Do you always get first place?"

"Yup."

"Wait, really?"

"Oh yeah. That's why I was competing with the adults. I kept getting perfect scores against other kids."

"Well then."

Roy took a bite and surveyed his companion carefully. "You said you were from Star right?"

"I did."

"Isn't the Green Arrow from there?"

Oliver seemed to get a little tense. "Yes… Why?"

"He's the greatest archer in the world!"

Oliver looked confused. "You think so?"

"Sure! I mean….I've only ever heard what Brave Bow says he does."

"Brave Bow is…."

"My dad. Raymond Begay."

"Oh right. He tells you about Green Arrow?"

"Well, a few years ago I overheard some kids at school talking about this amazing archer in Star City. Brave Bow says I don't need to watch the news about him because it might not be what I think it is."

"He does?"

"Yeah. All I know is Green Arrow is the best archer in the world and he fights crime."

"….That's it?" Roy nodded. "And you….look up to him?"

"He's my hero."

That made Oliver smile. "Fascinating."

"Have you ever met him?"

"Me? No, I'm just businessman. I don't have anything to do with that….vigilante nonsense."

"Brave Bow thinks it's nonsense too."

"I will say though, the Green Arrow is a great hero."

"He is?"

"He'd do whatever it takes to keep Star City safe. Don't you think that's a good hero?"

"Of course!"

Oliver smiled even more. "Did Brave Bow teach you archery?"

"Yeah…." Roy's face fell suddenly and he looked down at his ice cream.

"Something wrong?"

"No…" His voice got choked-up and he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down.

"You sure? You seem kind of upset."

"It's nothing…." His voice was shaking now.

"I know we just met, but you can tell me. Whatever is. Maybe I can help."

Roy shook his head, feeling his throat close. "You can't."

"How do you know?"

Roy looked at him, pushing the words past his trembling lips. "Can you cure cancer?" Oliver gave him an unsure look. "Brave Bow has liver cancer."

"Oh."

"It's terminal. He-he's going to die."

"…Oh." There was an awkward silence. "How long-"

"A few weeks probably. We've known for the last few months."

"Do you have any family you're going to live with?"

Roy shook his head. "I'm adopted and Brave Bow is the only family I have." He looked up at Oliver. "When Brave Bow dies I have to leave the reservation and go live in a foster home."

"Maybe it won't be so bad."

"It won't be home." He wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry we're supposed to be celebrating."

"It's fine."

Roy finished the last couple of bites of ice cream. "Thanks for the ice cream Mr. Queen."

"You're welcome and call me Oliver."

"Oliver."

"Come on, we should get you home or your dad will start to worry."

"Did you have fun at the competition today?" Roy asked Oliver as they got in the car.

"I did. Although seeing the 12-year-old blow all the adults out of the water was the best part." Roy smiled. He directed Oliver to his house, playing with his medal again. "What're you going to do with that medal?"

"Put it on my wall. I have a whole bunch of them hanging up." A thought popped into his head, it was probably silly, but he asked anyways. "You wanna see?"

Oliver smiled. "Sure."

"Cool."

When they got to the hose Roy hopped out and ran up the front steps. He opened the door. "Brave Bow, I'm home!" He stood inside the doorway as Oliver came in. "I'm gonna show Oliver my medals!"

"I hope you're not bothering him too much Roy," Brave Bow said. He was laying on the couch, covered in a blanket despite the desert heat.

"It's no bother at all," Oliver assured him.

"This way." Roy led the man into his bedroom. He took off his medal from around his neck and hung it on the empty nail on his wall. "See?" He waved his arm in front of them.

"Wow. You've got a lot."

"28 to be exact."

"You're 12 right?"

"Mhm! At least half are first place."

"That's really impressive."

"Thanks." Roy led him back into the main room. He went over to his father. "Brave Bow, Oliver is an archer too."

"Well he was at an archery competition Roy," his father smiled.

"Can he come back sometime so I can show him my bow?"

"Why don't you show him now?"

"I would love that, but I have to go," Oliver said. "But I'll be in the area for a little while as long as I'm getting my factory off the ground."

"Well….as long as he's not going out of his way, I see no reason why Oliver can't come back sometime."

"Cool!"

"Show your guest out Roy."

"Right, right." Roy led Oliver over to the door. "Thanks again for the ice cream."

"You're welcome," Oliver smiled. "I promise I'll be back soon and you can show me that bow of yours."

"Sweet." Roy shut the door and knelt down next to Brave Bow. "Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, I'm fine Roy."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Roy sat down on the ground and rested his head against Brave Bow's chest. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah. Oliver is really nice."

"I'm glad."

— —

True to his word, Roy saw Oliver again a few days later. It was Saturday, so the lack of school meant he could spend all day shooting in the backyard. It was hot, like it always was, the Arizona sun beating down on the boy as he fired arrow after arrow into the target. He was so into the rhythm that he didn't even notice when someone snuck up behind him.

"That's some nice shooting," Oliver said. Roy's arm jerked in surprise, causing his next arrow to miss the target. "Whoops."

"You came back," Roy said in surprise.

"I did promise to come see your bow."

Roy smiled as he held it out to the man. Oliver took it from him carefully so he could examine it. "It's wooden. Brave Bow made it for me himself."

"It's very nice craftsmanship. He has a good eye." Oliver handed it back. "It's an interesting choice of bow for someone your age."

Roy shrugged. "I've been using them for years."

"You ever use a compound or a recurve?"

"No. Do you?"

"I use a variety." He looked past Roy to the target. "How long have you been practicing?"

"Today? Since sun up."

"That long?"

Roy nodded. "I practice all day when I don't have school."

"No wonder your such a good shot. You must really like archery kid."

"I love it! It's the best thing in the whole world." He turned around to fire another arrow.

"I'm glad you think so." Oliver walked a little closer to Roy. "You ever do anything besides archery?"

"Watch tv. I go hiking with Brave Bow. I play basketball sometimes." He shot another arrow. "Some boys in my class let me play if they have uneven numbers. I don't exactly have a lot of friends." He shot another arrow. "Especially lately." He hit another bullseye. "All my friends are more like "I'll eat with you at lunch and let you play ball" type friends and less "I'll hang out with you on the weekend" type friends."

"I see. It's ok. I didn't have a lot friends when I was your age either and I turned out fine."

Roy smiled at him. "You're rich too."

"That's just money I inherited from my dad. The company too."

"That's pretty sweet."

"Yeah it's-" Oliver phone went off. "Excuse me." He stepped away and Roy kept his focus on his target. In the time it took Oliver to take his phone call Roy managed to shoot off 15 arrows. "How long was I gone?"

"I'm fast."

"Yeah, I see that."

"Who was that?"

"The manager of my factory, I have to go."

"Oh." He was kind of disappointed Oliver had to leave again. He liked him.

"I'll try to swing by again, maybe we can shoot together."

"Really?"

"Why not? I'm the big boss I can take days off whenever I want."

"Ok. Bye Oliver." Roy shot off five more arrows in rapid succession.

"Bye Speedy."

— —

The next time Oliver came around was a few days later. Roy was home on school break and watching tv. He cast a worried look over at his father. He was watching the tv, but Roy didn't miss the pained look in his eyes. Roy swallowed and tried to go back to the movie. There was a knock on the door and he climbed carefully over Brave Bow's feet to hop off the couch. "I got it!"

"If it's that boy again tell him we don't want to buy anything!"

Roy opened the door. "Oliver!"

"Hi Roy," Oliver smiled. Roy let him in and shut the door. "Sir."

"Afternoon Mr. Queen," Brave Bow said. He tried to sit up, but Roy ran over.

"Don't," the boy told him, making his father lay down again. "You're in pain, you should be resting." He went over to the kitchen counter and looked through the medications.

"What brings you to our neck of the woods?" Brave Bow asked Oliver.

"Well I needed a day off and I thought I'd take a hike in these lovely mountains."

"There's a lot of great hiking paths around here," Roy told him, forcing three pills into Brave Bow's hand. "Here." He knelt down and lifted his father's head while he helped him take the medication. It looked like they only had enough left for a few days.

"I was hoping you two might know anyone who would be willing to act as a guide for me? I'm terrible with directions and I get lost so easily—"

"Roy could show you," Brave Bow suggested. "I've taken him up there hundreds of times."

"You need me here," Roy protested.

"No. You need some fresh air. Go get your shoes on." Roy left and grabbed his boots form his room. He only owned two pairs of shoes. His sneakers and his hiking boots. Sandals as well, but he hardly ever wore them so they didn't count. He pulled his boots on and quickly laced them up. Thick hiking boots were a bit of a problem in Arizona usually, but it was still early spring so he wasn't that worried. He grabbed his canteen and ran back into the living room.

"Did you have a specific path in mind?" Roy asked Oliver as he dumped two water bottles into his canteen.

"No, but I'm sure you know a good one."

"I do." Roy hung his canteen over his body and tightened the straps. He knelt down in front of his father. "If you need anything make sure—"

"I will call Mike," Brave Bow said. "Promise." Roy gave him a gentle hug. "Be good and make sure you give Oliver the best view."

"I will." Roy followed Oliver out and hopped, no need to open the door, into his car.

"Which way?" Oliver asked.

"Head down this road." Roy pointed down the dirt road that the house sat on. As they drove he smiled at the sun on his face. Brave Bow was always taking him outside. Hiking, shooting, camping. Considering his pale complexion it was amazing he'd never gotten skin cancer. Brave Bow was good about sunscreen though. Which he'd forgotten today. Whoops. "Turn left up ahead."

"You come out this way a lot?"

"Kind of. Brave Bow and I go hiking on this trail a lot."

"So you know it really well?"

"Don't worry. We won't get lost. Right there. That lot."

"Lot?" Oliver asked as he parked. "Roy this is a dirt circle."

"Lot." Roy hopped out and Oliver followed. "This way." He found the trail easily and led Oliver towards the mountain. They made their way up the mountain-side, following the dusty trail. Roy kept taking periodic sips of his canteen, used to the amount water necessary for this. 'Thankfully it's not 100 degrees today,' he thought. About halfway up he looked back at Oliver. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." His hair was messy and he was sweating a lot more than Roy was. The boy grinned.

"Yeah. Sure." He handed Oliver his canteen. "You didn't bring water."

"Thanks, kid." Oliver took a drink and handed it back. "This the end?"

"Nope." Roy slipped his canteen back over his body. "Half way point."

"What?!"

Roy laughed. "Come on, let's go."

An hour later Roy pulled himself over the last ridge. He looked back at Oliver. "Need help?"

"Nope." Oliver pulled himself up and stood next to Roy on the cliff. "Nice view."

Roy nodded. He could see the whole town and the next town over from this cliff. "It's my favorite." He sat on the edge and Oliver joined him.

"You don't have views like this in Star. All I see from my office is more buildings."

"I've never seen a city."

"Really?"

"I've barely been off the reservation."

"Huh. Brave Bow bring you up here a lot?"

"He likes it up here. He says its peaceful."

"You guys don't have a lot of neighbors, I imagine it's not exactly rowdy." Oliver took a sip from the canteen. "You said Brave Bow adopted you, right?"

Roy snorted. "Do I look like his birth son?"

"Good point. When did he adopt you?"

"When I was two and a half. My dad….my dad was a forest ranger. He died in a forest fire."

"He did?"

"Yeah. Brave Bow and some other men from the reservation were there and my dad got them out but….he died from the smoke inhalation after going back into the flames so many times."

"That's too bad. What about your mom?"

"What about her? She took off just after I was born."

"She did?"

"That's what my dad told Brave Bow. You know on his death bed and all that. I don't even know her name."

"Huh."

'And I get to be an orphan twice,' Roy added silently. While it bothered him that he never got to know his dad, it was hard to mourn someone who was only a fuzzy memory that disappeared when he focused too hard on it. His mother was dead to him, so he never felt a need to mourn her; if she was dead. "What about your family?"

"I don't have any."

"You don't?"

"I lost my parents when I was about your age."

Roy looked at him. Oliver had been orphaned at his age too? It made him feel a kinship with the man. True they didn't really know each other—except they kind of did at this point, but he was starting to think it was nice with Oliver. 'He's a really cool guy,' Roy thought. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks. You know Roy, if you don't have any friends….I'd like to be your friend?"

"You would?"

"Of course. We have a lot in common, don't we?"

Roy thought about it. "Yeah, I guess we do."

"You remind me of a younger version of myself. Just grow to make better life choices." Roy laughed. "So, friends?"

"Yeah." Roy bumped his fist. "We're friends."

— —
In the middle of Roy's week off, he was outside shooting, as usual, and was so engrossed by it that he didn't notice the car the drove down the road. He fired his last arrow into the target bullseye and reached down for his canteen.

"Hi," Oliver said, causing Roy to drop it. It bounced between his hands for a minute before he finally had it secured in his hands.

"You surprised me," Roy replied.

"Clearly."

"What're you doing here?"

Oliver held up a receive bow. "I did say we'd shoot together sometime." Roy's face lit up like it was Christmas morning. "Unless you don't want too-"

"I do! I do! Wait there!" Roy ran over to the target and pulled out all his arrows. He ran back to Oliver offered half the arrows to him. "Here you go."

"I already got my own." Oliver turned so Roy could see the river on his back. "Thanks though."

"You can shoot first."

"Alright." Roy watched Oliver's every move carefully. Ever move seems natural like he'd done it a thousand times before. He only had to aim for a second before he shot the arrow. It hit the bullseye dead center.

"Good shot." Roy fired his own arrow.

"You too. Want to have a competition?"

"Sure."

"Ok. I'm going to time us for….1 minute." He held up his phone so Roy could see. "We'll see who can shoot more arrows."

Roy smirked as he turned towards the target. "Got it."

"Ready…go." Roy fired as fast as he could. His hands jumped off his arrow and onto his bow, then again. When the 1 minute had been up, he lowered his bow and a grin broke out. Oliver had fired around 13 arrows in the minute. Roy had fired 25. "I won."

"I see that."

"I'll get the arrows." Roy retrieved both their arrows, taking a moment to admire the how high-quality Oliver's were, as well as the green fletchings on them. "You arrows are really nice."

"Thanks." Oliver was quiet for a moment as they kept shooting. "How far away do you think the targets are?"

"Um…10 yards?"

"Pretty close. Good guess. Good thing there's plenty of space out here."

"I know." All of a sudden one of Oliver's arrows hit off his. "You missed. Guess you're not as good as you thought."

"Oh really? Why don't you take a closer look?" Roy frowned and ventured closer to the target. He examined his arrow that Oliver had hit. His yes winded when he saw the crack down the shaft. The origin of which, was the end of the arrow there it'd been hit. With a strong yank, he pulled it out and ran back.

"You tried to split my arrow!"

"I did. I think the arrows are made of the wrong material for that though."

Roy ran his fingers over the crack. "That's cool…. I thought only Robin Hood could split arrows." He grinned at Oliver. "You're just like Robin Hood!"

"I'm Robin Hood?"

"You shoot like him."

Oliver opened his mouth, but then his phi went off. He sighed when he looked at it. "I have to leave."

"You do?" Roy couldn't help the letdown feeling. "But we're having fun."

"Sorry, Roy. Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Ok. Well….bye."

"I'll see you later." Roy watched Oliver leave and sighed as he turned back to his target. It was nice shooting with Oliver. He couldn't shoot with Brave Bow like that anymore. Not only because his dad was sick, but because his skills had actually surpassed his. It was nice to shoot with someone who was better than him. Roy glanced around to make sure that he was alone, then adjusted his stance to what he'd seen Oliver doing. His muscles resisted a little bit to the new stance. 'Kind of weird for just standing.' He backed up and ran towards the target, trying to stop in the position. His feet tumbled underneath him, but he simply backed up and tried again. And again. And again. And again. And again. In the end, he decided it was a good stance if you had to run between shots. Roy frowned as he went inside with the sun setting. 'Why would he need to run while shooting?'

— —

The following weekend Roy was sitting on his bed, trying to bullshit his way through an assignment he should've been working on all week when he heard the coughing. In an instant, he was off his bed and running to his father's side. "Brave Bow!" Brave Bow was kneeling on the ground, hacking into his hand. "Oh geez!" Roy quickly got a tissue into his hand to catch the blood. He ran to the kitchen and got a bottle of water. Gently, he guided Brave Bow to sit on the couch. He rubbed his father's back until the hacking stopped. "Here." Brave Bow's hands shook as he brought the bottle to his lips. "Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Roy felt his forehead. "You're warm. This fever hasn't broken for two days."

"It's only a couple of degrees too high."

"Lay down." Roy covered him with a blanket and ran back to the kitchen. A quick look at the medications though had him sighing in frustration. 'Nothing for his fever.' He grabbed a couple of ice packs from the freezer and ran back to the living room. He carefully picked them under Brave Bow's arms and felt his face. "You're really warm."

"I'm sure it'll go away." There was a knock on the door.

"Stay here."

"Where am I going?"

Roy opened the door to find Oliver standing there. "Oliver."

"Hi. Bad time?"

"Uh…." Roy glanced back at his father. "Kind of."

"Who is it?" Brave Bow asked him.

"It's Oliver." Roy let him in and shut the door.

"Good Morning Mr. Queen."

"Morning," Oliver nodded.

"What brings you here?"

"Well, I have to go to Phoenix tomorrow for a meeting and go over a few papers with the division of my company there. I thought maybe Roy would like to come with me."

"Really?" Roy asked. He felt a spark of excitement at the prospect.

"You've never been to the city and it's a really long drive to make alone."

"Brave Bow needs me."

"No, no," Brave Bow said, holding Roy's hand. "You should go."

"Really? I can skip school?"

"Yes. It's not every day you get a chance to go into the city."

"So is that a yes?" Oliver asked him.

"Yeah!"

"Alright. I'll pick you up bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Cool." Roy spent the rest of the day taking care of Brave Bow and keeping him company, his homework now forgotten. He changed the ice packs every couple of hours and kept his father hydrated. Without anything to give him Roy just had to make do until the fever finally broke around dinner time. He made soup for the both of them, but he couldn't get Brave Bow to eat. "Come on, you have to."

"I'm not hungry."

"Please. You need to eat something."

"I don't think I could hold anything down."

"You haven't eaten all day."

"I'm fine Roy, really. You eat."

'Stubborn old man,' Roy thought angrily as he ate his soup. He tried twice more to convince the man to eat but he still refused. In the end Roy just had to make peace with making sure he was comfortable on the couch before he went to bed himself. He stared up at the ceiling for a little while, excitement building over his trip the next day. That excitement was tinged with sorrow though. Every day Brave Bow was getting weaker and weaker. He felt bad about leaving him the next day, but he knew his father wouldn't let him skip the trip.

The next day Roy was up before the sun. He got dressed and waited eagerly for Oliver. Brave Bow was a little better. He wouldn't eat but his fever thankfully didn't return. By the time there was a knock on the door Roy was energized and ready to go.

"Hi, Oliver!"

"You're eager today," Oliver smiled. "Mr. Begay."

"Morning Mr. Queen." Roy knelt down and gave him a hug. "Be good."

"I will.

"Do what Mr. Queen says and don't run off by yourself."

"I won't."

"Make sure you have fun."

"I will." Roy gave him one last hug before he followed Oliver out of the house.

"Excited?" Oliver asked him they got in the car.

"Yeah!" Once the left the reservation Roy looked at Oliver. "Is Phoenix a lot like Star?"

"Kind of. There're some differences."

"No Green Arrow."

"That's true."

The ride down was long but enjoyable. Conversation was a little hard with the wind beating against them in the convertible, but that didn't stop them. Roy told Oliver about some of his favorite competitions he'd competed in and found out more about Oliver's life.

"You were really stranded on a desert island?!"

"You think I'd joke about something like that?"

"It's just….shipwrecked on a desert island? That's like something out of a movie."

"Trust me, kid, it was nothing like a movie. I was hungry, thirsty, alone. I spent a year if my life on that island."

"Were you scared?"

"I was at first. After a while, though I figured out it was eat or be eaten. When you're faced with odds like that, what can you do but survive?"

"Did anyone miss you?"

"Eh…not really."

"Was it fun?"

"Fun?! No running water for a year and you think I had fun?!"

"It could've been."

Oliver laughed. "I did feel….rejuvenated though."

"What does that mean?"

"It means….I felt refreshed."

"Why?"

"I learned something very important on that island." Roy gave him a curious look. An odd look crossed Oliver's face. "I learned that sometimes you have to do unpleasant things to get a pleasant outcome."

Roy snorted. "That's awfully deep for an island with no people on it. You're just making that up." He glanced off to the side as they passed a sign that said 'Phoenix City Limits'. "Is this it?!"

"Yes. We're here."

It didn't look that different from the reservation at first. The houses were more frequent and closer together, but it wasn't drastically different. Within a few minutes though he could see the tall buildings. "Whoa." When they pulled off the highway and into the downtown area he couldn't help but smile. "These buildings are so tall!"

"I have some papers to go over at the office," Oliver said as they pulled into a parking garage. "After that though we can walk around and see the city."

"Sweet."

"If you're interested I heard there's a baseball game tonight. We can go if you want."

"Really?" Roy wasn't super interested in baseball, but it would be really cool to watch a game in person.

"Sure."

Roy stayed close to Oliver once they were in the building. Some people gave them odd looks as they passed, but he ignored them. A man in a suit approached them once they were half-way across the lobby. Roy definitely didn't miss the gun at the guy's waist. He took an unconscious step towards Oliver.

"Mr. Queen," the man said shaking his hand. "Mr. Cahill asked me to escort you upstairs."

"Lead the way," Oliver replied gesturing.

"Who's Mr. Cahill?" Roy asked quietly as they were lead over to an elevator.

"He's the president of the company here in Phoenix. He has the papers I need to sign."

Roy never took his eyes off the guy with the gun. He felt a lot better once they got off the guy left them alone. "Why does he have a gun?"

"He's a security guard. They all have guns." Oliver smiled at him. "Don't worry. Unless you're here to kill me or steal my company's secrets he won't pull it on you." They walked into a large office where, surprise, another guy in a suit was wilting for them.

'Do all these guys wear suits?'

"Mr. Queen," Mr. Cahill said, shaking his hand. "Nice to see you. Who's this?"

"This Is Roy," Oliver said, putting an arm around Roy's shoulders. "He's a new friend keeping me company."

"Nice to meet you, Roy."

"You too," Roy responded. He realized Oliver's arm was still around his shoulders, but he found he didn't really mind.

"Where are those papers?" Oliver asked, stepping forward.

"They're right here sir."

Roy wandered around the office while Oliver and Mr. Cahill talked and went over the papers. From the windows, he felt like he could see the whole city. Nothing but buildings as far as the eye could see. Nothing like open desert and mountains he was used to on the reservation.

"Roy," Oliver said. Roy turned around. "Ready?"

"Yeah!"

"Where are you two off to today?" Mr. Cahill asked as he locked the papers in a file cabinet.

"Well, we should probably get lunch after this. Then we'll walk around. Maybe go to the science center or the zoo."

"I think the D-backs are playing tonight."

"We're going tonight. Right, Roy?" Roy nodded.

"Good. Here." He took out his wallet and handed Roy a $20. "Get yourself a souvenir."

"Thanks!"

Oliver smiled. "Come on Roy." He guided the boy out of the office and back towards the elevator.

"That was really nice of him."

"He's just trying to make nice with the kid hanging out with the boss." He put his arm around Roy again. "So, science center or zoo?"

"Zoo!"

"Zoo it is."

The rest of the day was one of the best Roy'd had in months. He and Oliver had lunch at a really good restaurant where they got treat outside, then took a trip to the zoo. The zoo was a lot of fun. He saw animals he'd never seen before, or not on a tv at least. He got to pet some of them too, including the porcupine; which wasn't as dangerous as he thought it'd be. After the zoo, they went to Chase Field and Roy was once again amazed by the access Oliver had. The VIP box was fancy with air conditioning and had comfortable chairs.

"This is amazing!"

"Glad you like it."

They were served dinner there too and Roy bought a jersey from the souvenir stand and a hat. "For Brave Bow," he explained to Oliver's questioning look.

"Ah."

The game was exciting. He'd watched a few on tv, but watching it in person was way more exciting. It was late by the time the game ended, but he didn't mind. He was still full of energy and bouncing as they left the stadium. "That was awesome!"

"Glad you had fun."

As they got into the car Roy glanced up. "Huh."

"What?"

"There aren't as many stars here."

Oliver glanced up. "It's because of the light pollution. Cities have more lights so they block out the stars."

"Oh."

By the time they were pulling up in front of the house, Roy was still wide awake; despite the fact that it was the middle of the night. "Home sweet home," Oliver said, turning the car off.

"Thanks for today," Roy said, just able to see Oliver in the light from the porch light. "It was awesome!"

"I'm glad you had fun. Thanks for keeping me company on the long drive."

"Anytime." He got out and ran up the front steps. As silently as possible, he slipped in through the front door. Brave Bow was fast asleep on the couch. Roy made sure he was covered by a blanket before he went to his own bedroom. He stared up at the ceiling because he was still too happy and excited to sleep. Seeing the city, the zoo, a baseball game…it was so awesome! The best day he'd had in months! He grinned in the darkness. "Oliver is awesome," he whispered.

— —

The following Friday Roy was in the backyard shooting his bow. Brave Bow was sleeping in the living room and he didn't want to disturb him. He'd ditched school, third time this week, to stay home and take care of his father. He'd gotten significantly worse in the last few days. Not that Brave Bow was happy about Roy skipping, but there wasn't a lot he could do. It was quiet, so the sound of a car coming down the street caught his attention almost immediately. He went back inside, crossing into the living room as soon as there was a knock on the door.

"Huh?" Brave Bw asked, waking up. "Who is it?"

Roy opened the door. "Hi, Oliver!" He let the man in without hesitation. "It's Oliver."

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Oliver said. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Brave Bow's bad today, I'm taking care of him."

"Oh. I had a very long and rough week, and I decided I needed some fresh air. I was looking to go camping this weekend since it's my last weekend down here. roy told me you guys go camping a lot and I was wondering if you knew of some good places."

"…..yeah….we…know some," Brave Bow managed.

"Have you been camping before?" Roy asked him. Oliver didn't strike him as the kind of guy who went camping a lot with his fancy car and expensive watch.

"Of course I have. If you count my crazy year-long island vacation as camping."

Roy smirked. "I don't think so."

"You know any good places or not?"

"Yeah but they're more for experienced campers not city folk like you."

"Experienced like you?" Roy shrugged. "Come with me then."

Roy frowned. "Really?"

"Well I obviously need an experienced hand or I could die out there. How about it? We can go for the weekend and I'll have you back here on Sunday in time for school."

"I….think its a….great idea," Brave Bow said, trying to sit up.

"Lay down," Roy told him. "Really?"

"Of course. You love camping. You go, show Oliver how a pro does it."

"You need me here."

"I'll be fine. I have friends who can check on me."

Roy was torn. On the one hand, he felt better knowing he was here to take care of his father….. On the other hand, if Oliver was leaving soon it'd be nice to spend more time with him before he left. "Well….ok."

"Take some of our stuff." The fact the two of them would never be needing it again hung unspoken between them.

"Sure. Come out back." Roy led Oliver to the backyard. Against the back of the house was a metal shed. Roy slid the door open, wincing as the heat hit his face. "Let's see."

"This should be fun," Oliver said as Roy unloaded the stuff from the shed.

"Oh yeah. There's a great place an hour from here."

"Good." Roy helped Oliver get the camping stuff into his car. "You sure about this? No offense Oliver, but you seem a little too….preppy to go camping."

"…..I think I might surprise you." Oliver looked at him. "I have to grab some things, but I'll pick you up in a few hours."

"Ok. See you in a few." Roy went back inside and knelt down beside Brave Bow. "Are you sure about this?"

"I….am," his father breathed. "You…spend too much…time in here. I want you….to….have fun."

"Yeah, this is totally the time for fun."

"Go pack."

Despite his misgivings about leaving his father alone, and he had plenty, Roy couldn't be more excited. He loved the outdoors, so camping was right up his alley. The fact that he got to go with Oliver made it even better. The thought that Oliver was going to be leaving and going back to Star saddened him. Roy'd had so much fun with him the last few weeks; he felt a little less lonely. 'I should make the best of this then.' he decided. It was only a couple of days. He'd be fine.

By the time Oliver came to pick Roy up the boy was filled with excitement over his upcoming trip.

"You're….making me nervous…." Brave Bow remarked watching his son pacing.

"What if he-" Roy didn't even get to finish his thought before he heard the car. "He's here!" Brave Bow laughed as he ran to the door. "Hi, Oliver!"

"Hi, Roy. Ready?"

"One sec!" Roy ran back and gave Brave Bow a hug. "You'll be ok?"

"I am….perfectly capable of…handling myself. Have fun."

Roy ran out of the house and threw his bag into the car; then quickly followed it. "Let's go!"

"Tell me where to go."

Oliver, it turned out, was terrible at camping. Roy had a hard time believing he survived on a desert island alone within a few minutes of them trying to set up camp. He didn't know how to smooth out the campsite. He was useless when trying to set up a tent, so Roy told him to gather rocks for a fire pit. He was surprised Oliver managed to get all the rocks without hurting himself; a fact that Roy didn't fail to tell him. It was almost dark by the time they finished, so they cooked hot dogs over the fire and Roy gave him a lesson in constellations.

"Are you sure that's what they're called?" Oliver asked him.

Roy scoffed. "Are you questioning me?"

"And if I am?"

Roy sighed. "Yes, I'm sure."

"You can shoot, camp, hike, read the stars. Anything you can't do?"

"Not really."

Day Two consisted of hiking on nearby trails and Oliver accidentally grabbing a cactus. After Roy was done laughing he helped get the spines out of the billionaire's hand. At one point he took a drink from his canteen and when he turned around to find Oliver was gone. "Oliver?" He looked around. Normally finding people in the desert was easy, but they are surrounded by mountains and ridges. "Oliver!" He climbed one of the ridges to give himself a better vantage point. "Oliver!" His heart started pounding. "Oliver!" He climbed back down and followed the pathway. Maybe Oliver had gone ahead while his back was turned. "Oliver!" After 15 minutes though, there was still no sign of him. It was almost mid-afternoon and the sun was being particularly harsh. 'He doesn't have water…' Roy was officially really worried. "Oliver!"

"Roy!" Relief spread through the boy.

"Oliver!"

"Roy!" He ran towards the voice, scaling several small peaks. He spotted Oliver and smiled. "Roy!" Oliver put his hands on Roy's shoulders. "I've been looking all over for you!"

"What? I-I've been looking for you!"

"Me? You're the one who left the path."

"What? No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did! I turned around and you were gone!"

Roy blinked. 'He's the one who wandered off.' He looked at Oliver's intense face and felt his resolve waver. 'Did I wander off?' He'd been out in the sun for a while. Maybe he was confused.

"You really scared me, kid."

"I-I'm sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It's ok." Oliver pat him on the back. "Come on, let's head back to camp."

"Ok." On the walk back Roy made sure he could see Oliver at all times so he didn't get lost again. They made more food by the fire for dinner and even s'mores. Oliver was bad at making those too and his marshmallows kept catching on fire. Despite all the mishaps though, it was a fun trip. By the time Oliver was dropping him off back home Roy was slightly sunburnt, but all smiles. "I'll go put the gear away." Oliver helped him get it into the backyard and he stacked it all neatly in the shed. His fingers grazed lightly over the gear and he hesitated inside the shed. His throat closed a little bit. He swallowed and stepped out, quickly shutting the door. He went back inside where Oliver was waiting. "Thanks for the weekend."

"It was fun for me too." He looked at his watch. "I should go."

"I'll walk you out." Roy followed Oliver back to his car and stood next to it. "You're going home soon?"

"Yeah. Hopefully, the building didn't burn down while I was gone. Here." He got something out of the glove compartment and handed it to Roy.

"A business card?"

"If you need anything, anything at all, call me."

"Ok. Bye Oliver."

"Bye Roy."

Roy watched Oliver drive off. 'He looked for me when I was lost,' he mused as he went inside. He smiled. 'Nice to someone else besides Brave Bow cares.'

— —

When he woke up Roy had the very distinct feeling that something was wrong. He got out of bed and practically glided into the living room. "Brave Bow?" His father was on the couch as usual. Roy hung back in his doorway. He studied him for a moment. "Brave Bow?" He crept closer to the man. His eyes scanned the still body. "Brave Bow?" He knelt down beside his father and rested his hand on his chest. "Brave Bow?" His chest didn't rise and fall with inhaling and exhaling. Roy closed his eyes and rested his head on his father's lifeless chest. He held one of his hands, already cold, with both of his. "Brave Bow."

The next few hours were a blur for Roy. He didn't remember calling anyone, but somehow people from the community were there and they were pulling him away from his father. He didn't remember fighting, but suddenly there were three men restraining him, telling him to calm down. He didn't remember packing, but he found himself sitting in the front seat of someone's truck with a bag as they drove away; his longbow resting against his knees. He didn't remember looking back, but he definitely saw them removing Brave Bow's body from the house. He didn't keep track of where they were going or how far they drove, but when they stopped he knew they weren't on the reservation anymore. He didn't pay close attention as he walked into the building and made to sit in a seat. Whoever it was that brought him here was speaking with someone, but he didn't listen. His eyes never left his longbow. There was a hollow feeling in his chest. It felt like he was a pumpkin whose insides had been carved out. There was movement in the corner of his eye and he turned towards it.

"Hi Roy," a man said. "My name is Carlos. I'm here to help you."

Roy blinked. He looked around. The man from the reservation who'd brought him here was long gone. He swallowed and looked back at Carlos. "Ok…." he croaked.

"Come with me." Carlos guided him to an office. "Sit down."

Roy sat down. "Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm Carlos. You probably don't remember me, but I'm your social worker."

"You are?"

"Yes. You haven't been in the system since you were 2 and a half though. You've grown a lot." He sat on his desk and smiled at Roy. "First I have to wait until the official death certificate for your foster father is released. After that, I'm going to find a nice family for you. Ok?" It really wasn't, but Roy nodded all the same.

"Carlos," a man poked his head in. "There's a man from the coroner's office here to see you."

"I'll be right there." He looked down at Roy. "I'll be right back." Carlos left and Roy took a moment to take in his surroundings. There was a cell phone on Carlos' desk. His hand unconsciously moved to his pocket and pulled out Oliver's business card. He didn't even remember grabbing it. Without thinking about it, Roy snatched up the cell and typed in the number. He waited anxiously while it rang.

"Hello?" Oliver answered. Roy didn't say anything. "Hello?"

"O-Oliver?"

"Roy? What's wrong? Are you ok?"

"Brave Bow's dead." There was silence on the other line.

"Where are you?"

"Um…" Roy looked around and spotted Carlos' ID on the desk. "DHS. Flagstaff." Wow, he'd really been out of it during the car ride to miss 3 hours.

"Hang tight, I'll be right there."

"Ok." Roy hung up and put the cell phone on the desk just as Carlos came back.

"Do you want anything to drink?" he asked. Roy shook his head. He didn't know how long he had to sit there while Carlos filled out paperwork until there was some noise down the hall. Roy turned in his chair. "What's going on out there?" Carlos asked, getting out of his seat.

The guy from earlier returned. "Uh, Carlos….what would you say if I told you there was a billionaire here to see you?"

"Why?"

"Because Oliver Queen is here and he wants to see Roy Harper Jr."

"Oliver?" Roy asked, making both men jump. He got up and slipped past them into the hall. He wandered back the way they come. "Oliver!" He ran to the man and Oliver knelt down to meet him.

"I got here as fast as I could," Oliver said.

"Excuse me sir, but do you know him?" Carlos asked.

Oliver stood up, putting his hands on Roy's shoulders. "I'm a friend." Roy nodded. Oliver was his friend. Oliver had come here to help him. Oliver cared about him.

"He is!" Roy insisted. "We-we go camping together and hiking and he shoots with me and we even went to Phoenix last week."

"You did?" Carlos asked.

Roy nodded. "Oliver cares about me a lot. He's a really good friend." He felt the man in question squeeze his shoulders in what Roy guessed was a show of support.

"Can we have a minute?" Oliver asked.

"Um….yeah…You can use my office." Carlos led them back to his office with Oliver's hands never leaving Roy's shoulders. Once they were there he shut the door as Roy sat down. Oliver crouched down in front of him.

"You ok?" Oliver asked.

"I-I don't know…"

"Listen…I have a secret to tell you."

"What?"

Oliver looked around, then leaned in close to whisper in Roy's ear, "I'm the Green Arrow."

Roy frowned. "You're….what?" Oliver nodded. That didn't make any sense…except that it did. From the one picture, Roy had seen of the hero he was blonde like Oliver. Oliver was an archer and he was rich so he'd have the resources. The more Roy thought about it the more it made sense. "Really?"

"Really." Oliver put his hands on Roy's shoulders. "Believe me." And he did. It all made sense. His skills, the weird shooting stance, and his green fletchings. If anyone had the money to do, it was probably Oliver. It felt obvious to Roy, who wished he'd figure it out earlier. It only made him like the man more though. He had an entire city to look after and get back to, but he'd come when Roy needed him. Visited him and took him places. He really was the great hero Roy'd always thought, with his mask and without.

"Ok."

"You believe me?"

"I do."

"Good. Roy, you have an amazing talent with archery. Like nothing I've ever seen."

"Really?"

"Yes. I was wondering…if you want…do you want to come back to Star City with me? Do you want to help me protect it from terrible people?" Roy stared at him. "I know this is a lot to take in, but like I've said: I see a lot of me in you, Roy. I know you want to help people like I do." Roy nodded. "You can honor Brave Bow's memory by using the skills he taught you for good." That…that was a good idea. "So, what'd you say? You in?"

Roy swallowed. Slowly, he put his hand on Oliver's shoulder and nodded. "I'm in."