Ollie ducked, trying to protect the little girl he was holding from the sparks that flew up as part of the ceiling collapsed as fire ate away at the building.

"Green Arrow! We've got the last of them!" yelled Red Arrow from another room.

"Good! Let's get out!"

He turned, making his way through the burning building as quickly as he dared, knowing Red Arrow and Arsenal were right behind him. The door was straight ahead. There was a sudden rumble at the upper floor began to deteriorate in earnest. Ollie ran for the door, making it, and put the girl down to see Red Arrow come through with another kid, and Arsenal came last, not close enough behind Red Arrow. The doorframe collapsed, hitting his shoulder, and his shirt caught fire.

"Ahh!"

"Take it off, take it off!" cried Red Arrow, leaping towards Arsenal, dragging him away from the door and pushing him down onto the ground in an attempt to smother the flames.

Arsenal grabbed the bottom of his shirt with his real hand, and dragged it over his head, tossing it away. "Ow!"

Ollie had run over by his two protégés. Arsenal had a few burns, but the worst of the fire had been on the sleeve covering his mechanical arm. "You ok?"

Arsenal nodded as Red Arrow helped him to his feet. "I'll be fine."

"Good thing its Arrow family dinner night, I have burn salve at the house," Ollie said. "To the ArrowCar!"

"Why do we call it that?" Arsenal groused as they climbed in, Ollie in the front with Arsenal and Red Arrow in the back.

"Because we seek to emulate Batman in all things," said Red Arrow.

"Except the ears on the super suit thing, even I think that's stupid looking," said Ollie.

"You made us wear a Robin Hood hat with a feather on it." said Arsenal

"Now that was stupid looking," said Red Arrow.

"You liked it at the time."

"I'd have worn-"

"Almost!" interrupted Arsenal.

"-almost anything if it meant I'd get to work with a Justice Leaguer," said Red Arrow.

"Well, I thought it looked good," muttered Ollie.

"Says the man with the goatee…"

"Are you ever gonna leave that alone?" Ollie snapped at Arsenal.

"Nope."

"Oh look, we're here. Time for another fun filled family dinner," Red Arrow said.

"Someone better lend me a shirt," said Arsenal.

…

"What are you smiling at?" hissed Arsenal, folding his arms across the too-big, blue t-shirt Ollie had lent him.

Ollie tipped his head to the side, looking back and forth from Red Arrow, dressed in his usual red hoodie, to Arsenal. "…You don't want to know."

"Then stop smirking at us!"

"Ok, fine," Ollie said, putting a spoonful of chili in his mouth.

The table was silent for a minute as Red Arrow and Arsenal put cheese in their chili in an attempt to cut the spiciness. Ollie looked at them again and snickered.

"What is so-"

"One Roy, two Roy, red Roy, blue Roy," chanted Ollie, before dissolving into laughter.

Arsenal looked down in disbelief. "You did this on purpose!"

"I didn't! But you two…ha!" Ollie was still laughing.

Arsenal growled and stood up, but Red Arrow grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back down.

"Wait, Roy."

Arsenal looked at him, fuming for a second, then his mouth twitched in a small smile and he sat down. "Good idea, Roy."

Red Arrow held up the cheese. "More cheddar, Roy?"

"Of course, Roy," said Arsenal, taking the cheese and sprinkling some into his bowl. "By the way, Roy, when do you think Dinah will be here?"

"Soon, probably, Roy."

Ollie eyed them suspiciously. "What are you two doing?"

Red Arrow took a sip of water. "Do you hear that, Roy? Ollie thinks we're up to something."

"Well that cuts deep, Roy. We're the best behaved dinner guests named Roy you could ever have."

"You hit it on the head, Roy."

Ollie frowned at them. "Red Arrow, Arsenal-"

"Someone's using our codenames, Roy."

"We're really not supposed to do that outside of hero work, Roy."

"That what Batman says, Roy."

"And as my good friend Roy says, we seek to emulate Batman in all things."

Dinah Lance walked in, sitting down next to Ollie. "Sorry I'm late, Ollie. Hello Roy-"

"Hi Dinah," both boys said in unison.

Arsenal took a bite of chili. "Dinah, you should ask Roy about the fire this afternoon."

Red Arrow shook his head. "No, ask Roy about it. After all, Roy got hurt."

"Yes, but Roy was the one who saved the kid."

"But Roy was the one who alerted Roy about the fire in the first place."

Dinah glared at Ollie. "What did you do?"

Ollie held his hands up. "What makes you think I did anything?"

"Because they are doing that."

Ollie looked over at the other side of the table.

"More salt, Roy?"

"Don't mind if I do, Roy."

"Hey Roy, you spilled some chili."

"Oh, thanks for pointing it out, Roy."

"Here, use my napkin, Roy."

"Thanks Roy."

"You're welcome, Roy."

"I-I don't know how to make them stop," said Ollie, a little helplessly.

Dinah cleared her throat. "Roy, what are you two doing?"

"Maybe she should ask Ollie, Roy."

"That's a good idea, Roy. Maybe he could tell her in verse."

Dinah raised her eyebrow at Ollie. "Verse?"

"Ok, so I made one little Dr. Seuss joke…"

"What joke?"

Red Arrow looked up. "One Roy."

"Two Roy," added Arsenal.

Red Arrow gestured at his shirt. "Red Roy."

"Blue Roy," finished Arsenal.

Red Arrow leaned toward Ollie. "Make another Dr. Seuss joke, ever, and I will shave my head, and you will never be sure who you are talking to ever again."

"…Ok."

Arsenal fist bumped Red Arrow under the table. "Good threat, Roy," he whispered.