No seriously where the hell does Roy live now
Title: You Know What They Say About Assuming
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters/Pairing: Green Arrow/Black Canary, Red Arrow
Rating: PG-13 for mentioned nudity, mentioned infidelity, and, uh, taking the lord's name in vain a lot I guess
Word Count: 1,500
Summary: Ollie thinks wrong, Dinah thinks fast, and Roy thinks he's had enough.
A/N: This started out as musings on the complications involved in one possible "where the hell does Roy live now" scenario and ended up as fluff. These things just happen; don't ask me to explain.
Armed with a smile and a veritable bucket load of lo mein, Ollie jogged up the stairs to Dinah's apartment and knocked on her door. No answer, but he'd seen her bike on the way in, so she must be home; probably in the shower. He tried the knob. She had a tendency to forget to lock the door at times, and he was in luck, because this was one of them.
"Dinah?" he called, closing (and locking) the door behind him.
At the end of the hall, she stuck her head out the bathroom door. "Ollie?"
He gave her a little wave. "It was unlocked. I let myself in."
For an odd second, Dinah looked stricken, running to panicked. Then she smiled. "Oh! Sorry; I was running the hair dryer. Um, let me just throw my clothes on and I'll be right out.”
Ollie nodded as Dinah ducked back into the bathroom. "I picked up some Chinese on my way here," he said, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter. "I know you hate to cook after a big day, and what with the brainwashed cult incident this afternoon, I figured we could stay in, watch a movie…"
"That sounds great!" said Dinah, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she came down the hall. She leaned up to kiss him and then rifled through a bag of rice and soy sauce packets. Then she paused, frowned, and slapped a decisive palm on the counter. "You know what we need? Drinks."
"Do you have anything here?" Ollie asked, reaching for the fridge.
Dinah slid up to block his way. "Uh, no, sorry - why don't we run up to the corner store and pick something up?"
"Do you have water in your ears?"
Dinah blinked. "No; why?"
"You're…talking pretty loud," Ollie observed. "Hey, didn't you take home that case of Heineken yesterday?"
"Uh, nope, I don't think so," said Dinah, a little too brightly. Something in Ollie's suspicious superhero nature kicked into gear, and Dinah sealed it with a brief but telling glance over his shoulder. He turned around and scanned the room. "Ollie--"
He held up a finger. Draped over the back of the sofa, there were a pair of unfamiliar jeans. Men's jeans. "Dinah," he began, perplexed, "whose pants are those?"
"I can explain," said Dinah. "Actually, I can't explain; it's…it's a secret. Listen, baby, why don't we go for a walk?"
"…Dinah, is there someone else here?"
"No! Of course not! Why would there be someone else here?"
"I don't know." He turned back and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why would there be someone else here? Someone who leaves his pants lying around, who you don't want me to meet? While you were in the shower?"
Dinah opened her mouth, closed it, and swallowed. There was a faint color rising to her face. "Look," she said gently, "this was sort of a bad time…"
"A bad time?" said Ollie. "A bad time?" He was aware that his voice was reaching un-neighborly levels and couldn't bring himself to care. “I walk in to find that there's another man hiding in my girlfriend's apartment and all you can tell me is it's a bad time!?"
"Ollie, please," she said, making placating gestures that were doing absolutely nothing to calm him down. In fact, if anything, they were only making Ollie miserable. He had to swallow down a lump in his throat to continue.
"Why?" he asked. "What did I do wrong? Is it because we haven't had as much time together since the new team started?”
"It's not what it looks like!" said Dinah, and now she seemed exasperated, and that…that was just too much.
"You're getting upset with me?" he said, indignant. "Damn it, Dinah, I love you! I thought you cared about me!"
"I do!"
"Then how could you do this to me!?"
"Ollie--"
"Oh, and it's all starting to make sense," he groaned, running his hands through his hair. "You haven't invited me over to your place in months. We always go to mine; you've been acting secretive - is he living here? You've been living with someone?"
"Yes," said another voice. Dinah's eyes went wide. Ollie whipped around.
There was a long, strained moment of silence.
"…Roy?"
"So you haven't forgotten what I look like." Roy stared him down, in civvies and barefoot and standing in his girlfriend's living room.
Slowly, Ollie turned back around. Dinah looked roughly as shocked as he felt. "With Roy?" he managed. "With Roy!?"
"What?" said Dinah, incredulous.
"Dinah, for the love of - he's a teenager! Is that what this is? I'm too old for you!?"
"Oh my god," Roy groaned, behind them.
"Oliver, for Christ's sake, I am not sleeping with Roy," Dinah snapped.
Ollie had a comeback just about lined up when his brain caught up to that statement and floored on the brakes. "…You're not?"
"Of course not," Dinah sighed; she sounded half relieved to have gotten through to him and half disgruntled that it had taken so long.
"She's like my mom," said Roy, as Dinah shoved past Ollie to stand at his side. "Granted, my hot, usually scantily-clad mom, but even so, not in a million years."
Ollie stood in the kitchen and felt like an incredibly confused idiot. "Then what--"
"He needed a place to live," said Dinah, crossing her arms over her chest. "He wasn't able to afford his own apartment, so I asked--"
"Forced," Roy interjected.
"--persuaded him to stay with me. He's been living here since August."
Ollie opened and closed his mouth a few times. "August? And I didn't know?"
"You're not part of my life anymore," Roy said gravely, and Ollie felt wounded all over again.
"Not for lack of trying," he said. "What did I do to you, Roy? What did I do to deserve you cutting me out?"
"You didn't--" he started to snap, and then looked away and started over, almost under his breath. "You didn't come after me. You replaced me."
Dinah put a hand on Roy's shoulder; he shrugged it off. Ollie swallowed hard and looked down. "I guess that wasn't too smart of me," he admitted. "I didn't think it would matter to you. I should have known better."
"Yeah, you should have," Roy muttered, but he let Dinah touch his arm.
"He made me promise not to tell as a condition for agreeing to live here," said Dinah, apologetic. "I wanted to tell you - every day, I wanted to tell you, Ollie, but I didn't want him out on the streets. He's so stubborn; you know he would have gone."
"I'm right here."
"Yeah, he is pretty stubborn," Ollie agreed. "Half the time he refuses to see what's right in front of him."
"I'm right here."
"I wonder where he got that from," Dinah said fondly, and Ollie smiled.
"I wonder." He crossed the room and put his hand on Roy's other shoulder. "Roy. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever I can to make things right, and I want you to come back to live with me, if it's okay with you. And with Dinah, of course; I bet she appreciates having somebody around to get things off of high shelves."
Dinah punched him lightly in the shoulder and gave Roy's arm an encouraging squeeze. Roy hesitated for a long moment, glanced at Dinah, and then looked up at Ollie with an expression of deep, grudging suspicion. Finally, he sighed.
"Only until I can afford my own place - don't even think about offering to help me out - and we don't work together anymore. That's not about you; it's about me. And you have to promise not to try to convince me that Asian kid is your niece. I'm not an idiot."
Ollie hugged him. "Deal."
Roy went stiff. "Ollie--"
"No."
"What?"
"Not letting go."
"Oh, kill me now," he groaned. Dinah laughed and wrapped her arms around both of them.
"Aww, that's better, isn't it?" she chuckled, giving them a squeeze. "My boys are back together. Now, how hard was that?"
"We men are an obstinate breed," Ollie said conversationally.
"Touching," said Roy. "Can we stop now?"
"Not until you hug back."
"I can stand here all night."
"So can I, partner."
"Okay, okay," said Dinah, backing off. "Stubborn is right." She ruffled Roy's hair and waited until he rolled his eyes, sighed, and treated Ollie to a brief and awkward return hug before tugging Ollie off of him. "Now, let's eat that Chinese before it goes cold."
Dinah cheerfully resumed rummaging through various bags. Roy went to take some paper plates down from a cupboard and, mid-reach, shot Ollie a sideways glance. "I accidentally caught her naked on her way to the shower right before you showed up," he said.
"Roy!"
"You know I'm going to have to make a pincushion out of you for that," Ollie threatened, but he couldn't hold back a laugh.
Fandom: Young Justice
Characters/Pairing: Green Arrow/Black Canary, Red Arrow
Rating: PG-13 for mentioned nudity, mentioned infidelity, and, uh, taking the lord's name in vain a lot I guess
Word Count: 1,500
Summary: Ollie thinks wrong, Dinah thinks fast, and Roy thinks he's had enough.
A/N: This started out as musings on the complications involved in one possible "where the hell does Roy live now" scenario and ended up as fluff. These things just happen; don't ask me to explain.
Armed with a smile and a veritable bucket load of lo mein, Ollie jogged up the stairs to Dinah's apartment and knocked on her door. No answer, but he'd seen her bike on the way in, so she must be home; probably in the shower. He tried the knob. She had a tendency to forget to lock the door at times, and he was in luck, because this was one of them.
"Dinah?" he called, closing (and locking) the door behind him.
At the end of the hall, she stuck her head out the bathroom door. "Ollie?"
He gave her a little wave. "It was unlocked. I let myself in."
For an odd second, Dinah looked stricken, running to panicked. Then she smiled. "Oh! Sorry; I was running the hair dryer. Um, let me just throw my clothes on and I'll be right out.”
Ollie nodded as Dinah ducked back into the bathroom. "I picked up some Chinese on my way here," he said, dropping the bags on the kitchen counter. "I know you hate to cook after a big day, and what with the brainwashed cult incident this afternoon, I figured we could stay in, watch a movie…"
"That sounds great!" said Dinah, pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she came down the hall. She leaned up to kiss him and then rifled through a bag of rice and soy sauce packets. Then she paused, frowned, and slapped a decisive palm on the counter. "You know what we need? Drinks."
"Do you have anything here?" Ollie asked, reaching for the fridge.
Dinah slid up to block his way. "Uh, no, sorry - why don't we run up to the corner store and pick something up?"
"Do you have water in your ears?"
Dinah blinked. "No; why?"
"You're…talking pretty loud," Ollie observed. "Hey, didn't you take home that case of Heineken yesterday?"
"Uh, nope, I don't think so," said Dinah, a little too brightly. Something in Ollie's suspicious superhero nature kicked into gear, and Dinah sealed it with a brief but telling glance over his shoulder. He turned around and scanned the room. "Ollie--"
He held up a finger. Draped over the back of the sofa, there were a pair of unfamiliar jeans. Men's jeans. "Dinah," he began, perplexed, "whose pants are those?"
"I can explain," said Dinah. "Actually, I can't explain; it's…it's a secret. Listen, baby, why don't we go for a walk?"
"…Dinah, is there someone else here?"
"No! Of course not! Why would there be someone else here?"
"I don't know." He turned back and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why would there be someone else here? Someone who leaves his pants lying around, who you don't want me to meet? While you were in the shower?"
Dinah opened her mouth, closed it, and swallowed. There was a faint color rising to her face. "Look," she said gently, "this was sort of a bad time…"
"A bad time?" said Ollie. "A bad time?" He was aware that his voice was reaching un-neighborly levels and couldn't bring himself to care. “I walk in to find that there's another man hiding in my girlfriend's apartment and all you can tell me is it's a bad time!?"
"Ollie, please," she said, making placating gestures that were doing absolutely nothing to calm him down. In fact, if anything, they were only making Ollie miserable. He had to swallow down a lump in his throat to continue.
"Why?" he asked. "What did I do wrong? Is it because we haven't had as much time together since the new team started?”
"It's not what it looks like!" said Dinah, and now she seemed exasperated, and that…that was just too much.
"You're getting upset with me?" he said, indignant. "Damn it, Dinah, I love you! I thought you cared about me!"
"I do!"
"Then how could you do this to me!?"
"Ollie--"
"Oh, and it's all starting to make sense," he groaned, running his hands through his hair. "You haven't invited me over to your place in months. We always go to mine; you've been acting secretive - is he living here? You've been living with someone?"
"Yes," said another voice. Dinah's eyes went wide. Ollie whipped around.
There was a long, strained moment of silence.
"…Roy?"
"So you haven't forgotten what I look like." Roy stared him down, in civvies and barefoot and standing in his girlfriend's living room.
Slowly, Ollie turned back around. Dinah looked roughly as shocked as he felt. "With Roy?" he managed. "With Roy!?"
"What?" said Dinah, incredulous.
"Dinah, for the love of - he's a teenager! Is that what this is? I'm too old for you!?"
"Oh my god," Roy groaned, behind them.
"Oliver, for Christ's sake, I am not sleeping with Roy," Dinah snapped.
Ollie had a comeback just about lined up when his brain caught up to that statement and floored on the brakes. "…You're not?"
"Of course not," Dinah sighed; she sounded half relieved to have gotten through to him and half disgruntled that it had taken so long.
"She's like my mom," said Roy, as Dinah shoved past Ollie to stand at his side. "Granted, my hot, usually scantily-clad mom, but even so, not in a million years."
Ollie stood in the kitchen and felt like an incredibly confused idiot. "Then what--"
"He needed a place to live," said Dinah, crossing her arms over her chest. "He wasn't able to afford his own apartment, so I asked--"
"Forced," Roy interjected.
"--persuaded him to stay with me. He's been living here since August."
Ollie opened and closed his mouth a few times. "August? And I didn't know?"
"You're not part of my life anymore," Roy said gravely, and Ollie felt wounded all over again.
"Not for lack of trying," he said. "What did I do to you, Roy? What did I do to deserve you cutting me out?"
"You didn't--" he started to snap, and then looked away and started over, almost under his breath. "You didn't come after me. You replaced me."
Dinah put a hand on Roy's shoulder; he shrugged it off. Ollie swallowed hard and looked down. "I guess that wasn't too smart of me," he admitted. "I didn't think it would matter to you. I should have known better."
"Yeah, you should have," Roy muttered, but he let Dinah touch his arm.
"He made me promise not to tell as a condition for agreeing to live here," said Dinah, apologetic. "I wanted to tell you - every day, I wanted to tell you, Ollie, but I didn't want him out on the streets. He's so stubborn; you know he would have gone."
"I'm right here."
"Yeah, he is pretty stubborn," Ollie agreed. "Half the time he refuses to see what's right in front of him."
"I'm right here."
"I wonder where he got that from," Dinah said fondly, and Ollie smiled.
"I wonder." He crossed the room and put his hand on Roy's other shoulder. "Roy. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever I can to make things right, and I want you to come back to live with me, if it's okay with you. And with Dinah, of course; I bet she appreciates having somebody around to get things off of high shelves."
Dinah punched him lightly in the shoulder and gave Roy's arm an encouraging squeeze. Roy hesitated for a long moment, glanced at Dinah, and then looked up at Ollie with an expression of deep, grudging suspicion. Finally, he sighed.
"Only until I can afford my own place - don't even think about offering to help me out - and we don't work together anymore. That's not about you; it's about me. And you have to promise not to try to convince me that Asian kid is your niece. I'm not an idiot."
Ollie hugged him. "Deal."
Roy went stiff. "Ollie--"
"No."
"What?"
"Not letting go."
"Oh, kill me now," he groaned. Dinah laughed and wrapped her arms around both of them.
"Aww, that's better, isn't it?" she chuckled, giving them a squeeze. "My boys are back together. Now, how hard was that?"
"We men are an obstinate breed," Ollie said conversationally.
"Touching," said Roy. "Can we stop now?"
"Not until you hug back."
"I can stand here all night."
"So can I, partner."
"Okay, okay," said Dinah, backing off. "Stubborn is right." She ruffled Roy's hair and waited until he rolled his eyes, sighed, and treated Ollie to a brief and awkward return hug before tugging Ollie off of him. "Now, let's eat that Chinese before it goes cold."
Dinah cheerfully resumed rummaging through various bags. Roy went to take some paper plates down from a cupboard and, mid-reach, shot Ollie a sideways glance. "I accidentally caught her naked on her way to the shower right before you showed up," he said.
"Roy!"
"You know I'm going to have to make a pincushion out of you for that," Ollie threatened, but he couldn't hold back a laugh.