"Ollie- Ollie, no. Tell me you are NOT DVRing this." Roy pleaded,f ace in his hands, He'd since forgiven Ollie over the deer incident, but one week later, he was praying their cable would suddenly go out...

"This is a big deal, Roy. Your first solo mission in Star, I want to have the news coverage of it." Oliver said, smiling and trying not to snicker.

Roy moaned. "No, no Ollie, you really don't have to do that..."

"This is an important... heh... milestone." Oliver said, stifling a laugh. Roy face palmed.

"Okay? How much is it going to cost?"

"Cost for what?" Oliver asked, looking confused.

"Cost to make you forget this. How much? Ten, twenty grand? I have a trust fund for emergencies, and THIS is an emergency..."

Oliver grinned. "Oh no. You can't bribe me. I'm a billionaire, remember? Besides... no amount of money would be worth THIS."

"Please! Please, Ollie, I'm begging you! Don't!"

Oliver grinned, starting to DVR as the news began.

"In other news, Speedy was seen performing a heroic act today- rescuing a kitten in need."

Roy groaned again from where he was sitting, and the footage started to play.

A little girl on a slum block sat under a tree that'd grown tall in the sidewalk planter- there, in the tree, a good fifteen feet above her, was a scruffy looking black kitten with a frayed pink ribbon tied around his neck.

And then there was Roy, clad as Speedy, jumping from the roof of the run-down brick apartment, bow slung across his shoulder by the string. The yellow-gloved hand caught a branch, and he swung to the next branch, closest to the mewling kitten, and the next, before scooping it up in one hand, nimbly jumping onto a branch five feet below, and taking the ten foot plunge down to land gracefully in front of the tearful girl, kitten in hand outstretched.

The kitten squirmed and wriggled, mewling, and the girl wiped her teary eye, looking both shocked and happy as she pulled the kitten close to her, dirty blonde hair falling onto the stained t-shirt.

"Thank you." she said, wiping her eyes.

Roy smiled, tipping his yellow hat with the red feather before disappearing into an alley.

It cut back to the news anchor, who smiled. "Not only is Speedy a gentleman, he's a lady's man. Whoever he really is, he has his charm down to a science..."

Roy's jaw dropped. He really, REALLY didn't need to hear about how much the middle-aged, not very attractive anchor thought of him.

"And for for your forecast."

Oliver looked over at his son's face and scoffed. "Are you... blushing?"

"No! My face is naturally red!" Roy said, defensive.

"Right." Oliver said, rolling his eyes. "Though, that was a pretty good rescue. Nice, simple- you made that little girl's day. I never knew you could climb trees like that."

Roy shrugged. "Some things come natural when you grow up on an Indian Reservation. And it was a sucky rescue- no action. I looked like a pansy."

"Yeah. You did. At least you looked good while doing it. I mean, it was a pansy task, but you looked semi-awesome while you were swinging around." Oliver admitted. Roy picked up a pillow that was on the end of the couch and threw it at his father. "Not helping."

"Well, if the hero thing doesn't work out, you can always marry that news anchor."

"Shut up." Roy said, rolling over.

Oliver sighed. "Fine- tell you what- I'll let you come with me to bust up the Virgo Gang tonight. You could use a pick-me-up... ladies man." Oliver snickered at the last part, and Roy glared at him before heading to change into his uniform. He was so NOT a ladies man, at least, not for the ugly anchor. If it were the weather girl... that as a completely different story. he sighed. He just couldn't win tonight.