Daughter? Had Tim heard right? Ollie didn't have a daughter. Did he? Even if he did, Tim didn't even know who she was.

"Oliver," Tim bat-growled, "I can assure you, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"That so, feather-brain?"

Tim nodded.

"I have a very reliable source that puts you at the Met this afternoon with your hands all over her. You going to deny that?"

"I was at the Met this afternoon with my girlfriend. That…" Suddenly it dawned on him. "Wait. You're Cissie's dad?"

Ollie just glared at him.

"But…but Cissie's dad died when she was only two! If you're her father, where the hell have you been all her life?"

"Watch your mouth, boy. I'll do the interrogating around here. Who do you think you are? The goddamn Bat?"

"Um, Ollie, actually," Connor emerged from his shadow, "he is a Bat."

"Yeah," Roy came out of the opposite corner. "I thought he looked familiar."

Ollie stared at his sons. "What?!" After a moment he turned back to Tim, muttering, "a hint would have been nice." To Tim he barked, "Well, Bat-Boy, the warning still stands. I don't want you near my little girl."

Tim rolled his eyes and threw his head back into the door. There was an audible thud. "I'm not going to stop seeing Cissie."

"Gee, and I wonder why that is," Ollie sneered.

"I love her," Tim didn't even hesitate.

Ollie's beard twitched.

"Look, Ollie," Roy began, "Dick's got nothing but good things to say about this kid. Now, I don't like this anymore than you do, but if she's got to date someone, better it be someone we know."

"Et tu, Brute?" Ollie snapped.

"Ollie, you know I'm right," Roy quipped.

"Given Dick's reputation as a man-slut, I don't take his vouching for this kid very seriously."

"Oh, come on, Ollie! Dick has been a happily married man for, like, ten years! More! Besides, he was always more of a serial monogamist anyway…"

"You always take his side."

"Dad, I think we're getting a little off-track here," Connor interrupted.

"Excuse me, but he is my best friend," Roy remained focused on Ollie.

"Excuse me!" Tim called out.

"I don't care if he's the Queen of Sheba! He's a guy; this kid is a guy—and you and I both know how guys think. Would you want him dating Lian?" Ollie argued.

"Lian is going to a convent the day she turns eighteen," Roy stated quite seriously. ROFLMAO!

"EXCUSE ME!" Tim bellowed.

"Roy, Lian's sixteen years old. You're telling me she's never kissed a boy?" Ollie countered.

"Never. We had a very serious talk about it just the other—Holy Mother of God!" Roy's hands flew to his ears, as did Ollie's and Connor's.

"I thought that might get your attention," Tim took his earplugs out and put his sonic device away. He walked to the bedroom and proceeded to put a shirt on over his now bare torso. His old shirt was still pinned to the door.

"While you two were bickering like a couple of hens, Cissie called. Bonnie's lung has collapsed. That's all I could get out of her. I'm going to her now. If you care about her as much as you say you do, I'd advise you to go to the hospital as well. It's up to you, though." He grabbed his keys. "You can go out the way you came in. I'm out of here." And with that, Tim left the three deafened archers to ponder their respective relationships with Cissie.