Ok, turns out I had one more idea. If I come up with anything else, I'll post that too. If I have ideas, I'll continue this story.

Anyway, I was reading over my old stories, and I noticed that in H.R.N.W? I wrote down one of my ideas, which was to have Roy being mistaken as Will's dad. I went, hmm, this could be good. And sat down and wrote.

Enjoy this, after so long!

DISCLAIMER: Well, considering that this is obviously not what happens in Satisfaction...

NOT My Son!

Roy and Will were going out for some brotherly-bonding time. Unfortunately, the 'brotherly' part wasn't going so well.

Will laughed as Roy flushed bright red and started stammering. "He… he…. he's not my son."

The waitress' eyes widened. "Oh! Nephew, then?"

WIll laughed harder, and Roy got redder. "No, no, he's my… cousin. I'm not old enough to be his father!"

"Oh, I don't know." Will snorted. "What with the hippy beard…"

"Shut up." Roy was not having a good time. Will was though. This was almost as good as Dick and Roy trolling Ollie.

"Well, sorry bout that. Now, what did you want to eat?"

"Alright, one vanilla ice cream cone for you, and a swirl cone for your son."

Will started laughing again. Roy dropped his cone and glared at the man. "I am not his father."

"Really? It's just, you look so alike, and you're obviously the older one, but you don't look close enough to be twins or even siblings…"

Roy ground his teeth and stomped off. Will had collapsed laughing. Still snickering, he stood up and took his ice-cream from the man. "Thanks, sir." He grinned. "You're the second person to do that. It's making my day."

"Sure, kid." The man looked amused. "So, what is he?"

"My cousin. There's an… um… 8 year difference between us."

"Ah. Really? He looks older."

"Don't tell him that."

As Will walked away, he privately though that actually, there was a lot more than an 8 year difference between the two, and he was the older one, not Roy.

"Why does everyone think I'm your dad?" Roy grumbled as they walked to the ice-skating rink. "Hell, I'm only 8."

"You were made to look like you were twenty-something, by this point." Will pointed out. "Plus, you've kinda list yourself go a bit. You look more like 30 now."

Roy turned to glare at him.

"You're not helping."

"Alright, size 8 skate for you, sir, and a size 7 for your son here."

Roy turned so red, Will thought he was going to explode. Instead, he sighed and shook his head, which surprised Will even more.

"Sure." Roy said resignedly. "Fine. He's my son. Whatever. Doesn't matter that that not actually possible. Whatever."

He turned and trudged off. The woman behind the counter raised an eyebrow at Will.

"He's my cousin." Will explained. "But everyone keeps mistaking him for my father. He's not actually old enough to be my father. And he's got a one-year old at home."

"Oops." The woman looked embarrassed. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. His reactions are hilarious."

Finally, after a long, long day, the two archers returned to the cave.

"How was your day?" Nightwing asked, grinning.

Roy growled something that no one could make out and stomped his way back to the Zeta beam before disappearing. Nightwing cocked an eyebrow at Will.

"Everyone kept mistaking him for my dad." Will explained.

"Oh, I know. I just thought he would be angrier. Like, ranting."

Will blinked. "How did you know?"

"Oh, we go out as a team all the time, to the exact spots you went to. The vendors and waitress didn't mind helping me out with something."

Will stared at him. "You did this?"

"Yup. Was it worth the trouble?"

Will started laughing again. "Totally!"

Nightwing grinned evilly. "I told them to take pictures. Wanna see?"

"Of course I do!"

Yeah, I can totally see Nightwing doing that. Ah, the trolling these guys get up to.

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