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OLIVER

"Hey I've an idea" Barry beamed happily and was about to open his mouth when Oliver cut him off

"No!"

"Oliver..."

"I said no Barry"

"You didn't even listen to my idea"

"I don't have to because I know it will be an absurd idea"

Barry crossed his arms with a small pout "How about you listen to my idea, think about it and then reject it" Oliver rubbed his forehead. He very well knew Barry wouldn't let him go before he gets it out of his system "Fine. What do you have in mind"

Barry smiled broadly "I could go undercover with you as your son" Oliver openly gaped at the hero "What!? Are you crazy? No ways"

"Why not! We totally look like father and son" said Barry as if it was the obvious thing in the world

"We do not!" said Oliver feeling offended "Nobody will believe you're my son. I'm too young to be your father.. brother maybe but definitely not father"

Barry muttered under his breath "Then why do you always behave like one" Oliver leaned in a little "What did you say?"

"Nothing" Barry bounced on his feet "C'mon Ollie let me do this. You already told Roosevelt that your son is in college"

"It was a mistake. The man wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have a family. I needed to bond with him with our sons stories so I could get another meeting with him"

"And you got one right? A party tonight at his place?"

Oliver nodded "I just need to make a quick deal and get a confession out of him that he's been smuggling weapons and arms out of this country so we can arrest him"

"Let me help"

"He's too dangerous"

"Remind me again why can't the arrow catch him?"

"Roosevelt is not out in the open kind of criminal. His works are very confidential and no one knows about them. That's why I had to go undercover as a dealer"

"Who has a son?" Barry narowed his eyes waiting for an explanation

"Apparently Roosevelt is family oriented man and he loves his son"

"See that's why you should let me come. I can bond with his son, maybe get some information out"

"Like I said before, he's a dangerous criminal"

"I can take care of myself. Don't forget I'm the flash"

Oliver huffed out a breath "No!"

"But Roosevelt might get cautious if you don't bring your son tonight. You can't miss this opportunity" Barry tried again

"Just because you've a baby face doesn't mean you fit for the part. Nobody in their right mind would believe you're my son"

"Ollie..."

"My decision is final"

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The party at Roosevelt's house was huge. A light music playing in the background, drinks being served by atleast ten waiters to the men and women who wore expensive clothing and jewellery. Oliver observed few kids on the corner until he was sure they were teenagers. For most of the part they were too skinny to be full grown. They were chattering and laughing as they took sip from their glasses. Oliver guessed they must be friends of Roosevelt's son. His mind was swirling with excuses which he had to explain to Roosevelt why his son couldn't make it to the party

"Mr Braverson glad you could make it"

Oliver turned around and shook hands with Roosevelt "Thank you Mr Roosevelt for inviting me. Nice party"

"My son organises one of best parties in town. Speaking of son, where is your son?"

"Umm...I'm sorry but..."

"Hi Dad! There you are. I've been searching for you all over the place"

Oliver froze inwardly on hearing the voice behind him. That brat! That foolish brat!

"That's your son?" Roosevelt sounded surprised and Oliver cursed. They were so going to get caught. He forced a smile "Yes that's my son Sam" the vigilante turned around and gaped at his 'son'

Barry looked...different. With face freshly clean shaven and his forehead hair falling unruly on his face, Barry looked ten years younger. He wore dark blue baggy jeans, red T-shirt and a brown hoodie which was a perfect teenager wear. To be honest Oliver was quite impressed at the boy "Sam meet Mr Roosevelt, host of this evening"

Barry shook hands with Roosevelt with his boyish smile "Hello Mr Roosevelt. It's a cool party"

Roosevelt smiled "Thank you Sam. I must say you two look lot like brothers rather than father and son" Barry smiled confidently "Well my Dad was very young when he and my mother had me. Teenagers back then also use to have fun" he winked and Oliver coughed ruffling Barry's hair and gave a light pull as a warning sign "I think that's enough of personal details...son"

"Why not you go join my son Jacob. He's right there" Roosevelt pointed to his left "Wait I'll go call him"

When he left, Oliver grabbed Barry's arm "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Jeez Dad...loosen your grip. It's not very nice to hit your son in public" Barry joked and saw a angry vein pop in Oliver's forehead "I'm only trying to help"

"Barry"

"Dad I'm hurt that you forgot your son's name. It's Sam"

"Don't call me Dad!"

Barry giggled but then made a serious face "Look you've worked hard for this moment. Just go make that deal with Roosevelt and catch the man" Oliver glared at the young hero. Barry was already here posing as his son. He had no choice but to play along and get this done as soon as possible "Fine. But don't go out of my sight"

Barry rolled his eyes "Here we go again with your..." he saw Roosevelt coming with a young boy "Looks like my company is here"

"Behave" warned Oliver

"I think you're taking your role far too seriously"

"Oh you haven't seen the real me yet"

Roosevelt introduced his son, Rick to Barry and asked him to go enjoy with his friends. Barry waved a bye to Oliver who didn't know why but was feeling extremely nervous about the situation. Maybe he was over thinking. Ofcourse Barry can take care of himself. He was the flash after all. He then got busy talking with the man.

Twenty minutes later Oliver was satisfied he got all the information necessary to put Roosevelt behind the bars. He then send a signal to waiting police outside the house who swarmed their way inside. It was a chaos with all the guest panicking around and Roosevelt yelling at Oliver for betraying him. The police placed the cuffs on the criminal and took him outside the house.

Oliver's eyes then searched for Barry. He frowned when he couldn't find the boy. He started looking everywhere in the house but Barry was no where to be seen. Confusion and dread pooled in his stomach. He saw Roosevelt's son Rick coming in from the back door and ran towards him "Where's my son!?"

To be continued...

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