IMPORTANT: Small time skip taking place, 3 months later Roy now lives with Oliver in the "Queen Mansion".
Roy Harper groaned as the blinds were pulled up and the sun lighted flooded in turning his vision red, despite his eyes being closed. "Nghh...Ollie, c'mon man...just let me sleep in one day.." The boy whined as he rolled onto his side, putting his back to the other. Oliver smirked as he carefully placed his hands on the side the mattress and grasped it lightly. "No can do, wouldn't want to interfere with your training." He whispered into the other's ear.
Roy smiled sleepily as he processed the words and sat up alertly "What training?" Oliver grinned deviously as he spoke, "Let's start with reflexes." Roy glanced over his shoulder at the other and blinked "Huh?" The youth's eyes widened as he saw the playful grin on Oliver's features "Don't you da- Whoa!" Oliver flipped the mattress over and Roy grunted as he braced his hands against it "Not cool! Jeez, how did you manage that? This thing weighs a ton!" Roy complained as he grunted from the effort of lifting the king sized mattress, off of his lithe frame.
Oliver smiled lightly as he heard the young man struggle "Less talking Harper and more lift. I expect you at Verdant in ten minutes." Roy's eyes widened as he heard Oliver briskly jog downstairs and then shortly after, heard his Ducati roar to life. "Son of a bitch!" Roy growled and focused his irritation to trigger an adrenaline rush. The young man shoved the mattress off and scrambled to get dressed, before leaping out the bedroom window and quickly making his way to the roofs.
By the time the young man had arrived he was gasping for air. "I...hate...you." Oliver smirked and ruffled his hair affectionately "eight minutes flat, not bad kid." Roy huffed and walked into the Foundry where Felicity was smiling rather excitedly and even Diggle seemed a bit kinder in appearance. Roy squinted at them warily "Ok, what exactly is going on?" He asked and yelped as Oliver swatted him over the head with a large vanilla envelope. He looked up at Oliver and slowly took it from him, but hesitated to open it.
The older archer seemed to sense something was troubling the boy. "Roy, what's wrong?" The brunette avoided Oliver's gaze and stared at the floor. "What if...your request was denied? What if they say I can't stay with you and I only have a set number of days before child services come to get me?" Oliver reached down and grasped Roy gently by his chin and made the young man meet his gaze "You listen to me, whatever that piece of paper says, we'll face it together, approved or not you 're mine, mine to me." Roy gave a nod and took a shaky breath before ripping the top of the envelope open and pulling out the contents. His eyes skimmed for several moments before he let out a loud sigh of relief and Oliver grabbed him into a headlock "Comere' you!" Roy chuckled and closed his eyes tightly as Oliver noogied him roughly "Ow, ow ow! Hey, easy on the hair!" He managed to slip free, but Oliver grabbed the young man b the waist and slammed him mildly onto the sparring mats where two begin to roll about rough housing and Roy la on his back panting as Oliver chuckled down at him "So, was that whole training thing, just to get me out of bed?" He asked. Oliver smiled down at him "You tell me, do you think you're ready to learn, how to use a bow?"
Roy smirked up at him "Do you seriously have to ask?" He questioned as he squinted up at Oliver playfully. The older male gave a small nod "Alright, but on one condition." "name it." Roy immediately replied. Oliver hardened his gaze and Roy calmed his features, but didn't appear to be intimidated or fearful in any way, just as if he was paying attention. "You don't fire an arrow until I say you're ready." Roy grasped the other in a firm hug and nuzzled him lightly "Deal, dad." Oliver smiled and stroked the back of the boy's head "Deal, son."