"A nice family dinner," Oliver Queen, aka Green Arrow said, as he slid a knife into his boot. "Dinah will be there. It'll be great!"

Roy Harper, his former sidekick, Red Arrow nodded, putting several more arrows in his quiver. "Sounds fun. You got the chloroform?"

"Yup. Two cloths soaked in it in plastic bags. Here!" Ollie tossed one at Roy, and tucked the other one into a pocket. "But you brought a few knock out arrows, just in case right?"

Roy nodded. "Of course. It's always good to be prepared with him. I also have a pair of handcuffs, just in case we need something stronger than zipties."

"Speaking of…" Ollie passed him a few colorful plastic ties. "Alright, I think that's everything."

Roy checked his phone, watching a glowing dot on a grid map of Star City. "I've got him. Let's go get our dinner guest."

…

"I'm going to get you both for this," growled Roy Harper.

"Wasn't my idea," said Roy Harper.

"You know, we really are gonna have to think of a way to tell you two apart," Ollie mused from the driver's seat.

"How about you let me go, and then you'll only have one to deal with!" Roy Harper, aka Arsenal said, struggling against the zipties around his wrists and ankles.

"How about you answer your phone sometimes, so I don't have to kidnap you every time I want to check up?" Ollie suggested.

"How about we save the arguments until Dinah's here, and she can settle it with her death glares?"

"How about bald Roy and spiky Roy?"

Both Roys stared at him. "Really? Our hair? That the best you can do?"

"Yeah, you're really in no position to be criticizing hair, Ollie," said Roy, glaring at Ollie's goatee from the back seat.

"Well I'd like to see you do better…."

"What's wrong with calling me Arsenal and him Red Arrow?" Roy asked.

"What if someone's there who doesn't know about us being Superheroes?" Roy countered. "Nicknames…might be a good idea."

"Well…you come up with something then. I was Roy first!"

"I know, how about Boba and Jango?" Ollie said, parking the car in front of his mansion.

"What?"

"Thank heaven we're here. Can I get out of these zipties now?"

…

"Big Roy and little Roy?"

"This is not Dr. Seuss."

"You suck at nicknames," Roy grumbled, stabbing at his salad with a fork held in his mechanical arm.

"Roy A and Roy B?"

"Only if we can call you Ollie J-E-R-K."

"Come to a family dinner he said. It'll be great he said…"

Dinah Lance, Oliver's girlfriend and the heroine known as Black Canary cleared her throat. "I think maybe we need to stop with the nicknames for now. Let's talk about something else. Roy?" she said, turning to the taller of the two. "How's Lian?"

"Um, good. I think. Still, you know, small."

"Who's Lian?"

"My…Daughter."

"You're married?" Roy asked.

"Yeah, I am."

Roy sat back in his chair, musing on this. "That's so weird. If I hadn't been frozen, she could have been my wife…."

Roy pointed his fork at the look alike across the table. "Keep your hands off."

"Fine, I can probably do better anyways."

"Better than a Vietnamese assassin who helped find you when the entire justice league couldn't and took out twenty ninja monk guards all with a baby tied to her torso?" Roy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"It's too bad 'Miss' is only for girls, otherwise we could call one Miss Roy and the other Mister Roy, because he's married," Ollie said.

Roy choked on is food.

"Call me Miss Roy ever again and you won't live to get married."

"Ollie, I think you need to let this nickname thing go. Before we all leave," Dinah said.

"Wait, we can leave?" Roy asked in disbelieve, standing up.

"Roy, sit down we are finishing this dinner like a normal family," Dinah ordered.

"But we're not! You are my estranged legal custodian's girlfriend, and that guy's my clone! Why do we need to finish dinner like a normal family when we're not?"

"How about Well Adjusted Roy and Psycho Crazy Roy?" said Roy.

"Argh!" Roy dove across the table to tackle his clone.

Dinah sighed, getting up. "It was nice while it lasted. See you, Roy. Good bye Ollie."

"Bye Dinah."

"Same time next month?" Roy asked, twisting the smaller hims arm up his back.

"Of course. Chili next time though," Ollie said.

"Oww! No! Not again! You can't make me do this again!" Roy yelled, kicking the other in the shin.

"Ow! Cut it out! Do you have to make such a big deal out of this every month?"