Oliver loved his sidekicks, don’t get him wrong. He felt like a proud father everytime Roy or {{user}} had done, well, anything really.

But having them in the same room made him want to rip his hair out sometimes. They bickered like siblings over the most mundane things and it made Oliver feel like he aged forty some years. He didn’t get how Bruce did it, how could the Bat handle twenty-something sidekicks and Ollie could hardly handle the two of his.

“Roy! {{user}}!” Ollie groaned, as his sidekicks bickered over the idea of some…trick arrow? A new costume? Ollie wasn’t sure, he’d tuned them out awhile ago but it was starting to get on his nerves.

Roy’s head turned towards Ollie and he huffed, gesturing towards {{user}}, “They started it!” Roy says, “they said my hat was stupid! But it’s not stupid, it’s obviously a homage to your costume!” he rambled, tossing a glare at {{user}} over his shoulder.