AN: Sooo I got a lot of comments from people for an update. I had this idea turning in my head and decided 'What the Hell' might as well post it.

Seriously thank you all for commenting/favouriting/following! X3 it seriously made my day. A big thanks to the Anon Guest (They know who they are) this was originally written for/because of you and I'm seriously glad you especially liked it.

Well I bored you enough. Just one more thing. If any of you want to read a particular situation between Oliver and little!Barry just leave a comment and I might do it :3

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IMPORTANT

This is set while they were making sundaes.

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If someone were to enter the apartment now they'd only hear the wonderful sound of a kid's joyful laughter. That person might also be confused seeing as this is the esteemed playboy billionaire Oliver Queen's apartment. The laughter ,belonging to four-year old Barry Allen, filled the entire apartment. He couldn't be happier making ice cream sundaes with his two new friends.

Oliver had only stepped out for a minute to take a call from Diggle (apparently Diggle and Roy could handle patrolling without him tonight and Oliver should stay on babysitting duty.) And the sight that greeted him when he came back stopped him dead in his tracks. Barry was covered in ice cream and various other pieces of candy. Felicity sent him a sheepish look, claiming that Barry had accidentally knocked his bowl over. The kid did not seem disturbed by the fact that he was covered from head to toe in ice cream, in fact he was joyfully licking the ice cream off his fingers. Barry noticed chocolate sauce on his left elbow and frowned when he realised he couldn't reach the spot to just lick it off. Felicity picked up the fallen bowl of ice cream, making sure the left over ice cream didn't melt on the floor. It didn't help much since the frozen dessert started dripping off of Barry on to the tile floor.

"Sorry," Barry mumbled, voice filled with embarrassment.

"Its okay. Don't worry about it." Oliver said, stepping closer to help Felicity clean up.

"Barry. Maybe you should take a bath to clean up?" Felicity suggested. Barry shook his head, eyes widening.

"I don't wanna." Barry answered. Oliver straightened from his task of wiping the floor with a wet washcloth.

"She's right, Barry. You're a mess." Oliver said, opening the taps at the sink, rinsing out the washcloth.

"No!" Barry protested, crossing his arms. Oliver gave him a scowl. Felicity took the damp washcloth from his hands, taking it upon herself to finish the task after noticing that this argument might not end soon.

"Barry." Oliver said with a warning in his tone, "don't make me drag you into a bath."

Barry got a mischievous grin, bouncing in his seat;"Try and catch me."

Felicity laughed, seeing Oliver's disbelieving look. Oliver grit his teeth, moving closer, but suddenly there was a rush of wind and the seat in front of him was empty. He glanced around, spotting Barry across the room. The kid looked amazed at how fast he cleared the distance to the other side of the room.

"Oliver! Did you see what I did? I'm fast!" Barry exclaimed. His happy grin dropped however when he saw Felicity and Oliver's expressions. They both wore a look of worry and shock.

"D-did I do something wrong?" Barry asked, this time in a soft, scared voice.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong Barry," Oliver began, forcing a smile, "Just don't run like that again. Okay?"

Oliver felt bad when he saw the kid give a sad nod, but he couldn't exactly let the kid run around with his powers. How was he going to explain to Joe that he lost Barry, because the kid ran after an ice cream truck or something like that? No, better to stay on the safe side.

"How about that bath now?" Felicity said, walking over to Barry. The kid gave another silent nod and held his arms up. A surprised look passed over Felicity's face, before she smiled and bent down to pick the kid up, uncaring of the sticky mess covering Barry. Oliver went back to cleaning the chaos in his kitchen. He looked up when Felicity reemerged from the bathroom a few minutes later. She sent him a bright smile, moving to the bags.

"Luckily I thought ahead and bought him extra clothes." Felicity said. She picked up a bag that Oliver presumed contained clothes.

"Thanks. I didn't even think of that." Oliver thanked her. Honestly, this blonde tech helped him out of a lot of situations and he's grateful for it even if he doesn't always show it.

"I know. I know. I'm awesome, how did you ever survive without me etc etc."

She ducked back into the bathroom, leaving Oliver to take care of the mess on his own.

A sigh escaped him as he uncharacterisiticly fell on the arm chair. How was it possible that a four year old could create such a mess in the kitchen? He rest his head on the back of the arm chair and closed his eyes. He was just about to drift off when a squeal coming from the direction of bathroom woke him. Instantly on alert he made to stand up, but fell back when a sudden weight landed on his lap. Oliver was about to react and push the attacker off and to the ground, but resisted when he caught a glimpse of the familiar mischievous smile. Droplets of water hit him as the kid in his lap continued to squirm.

"Barry! You're hair is till wet. Come here and let me blow dry it," Felicity called, stepping into the living room. The kid shook his shaggy, wet hair causing more stray droplets to hit Oliver. The billionaire let out a pained grunt when the kid's knee connected with a particular soft spot.

"No. That's for girls." Barry said.

"Then at least let me towel dry it." Felicity tried again. She had a hand on her hip and held a fluffy, white towel in the other. Barry wrinkled his nose, but stilled, allowing Felicity to place the towel on his hair. Oliver let out a relieved sound when Barry finally stopped squirming and settled in his lap.

"I got it." Oliver said, taking the towel from Felicity. The blond tech asked if he was sure and he gave her a nod. He started slowly rubbing the towel in Barry's hair, making sure he didn't pull to hard on the brown strands. The kid sat quietly, pulling on the ends of his new red sweater, lost in his own thoughts. Maybe kids are not all bad.

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AN: there ya go :3 There might be another chapter or two coming...