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“My girl, my girl, talkin ‘bout my girl. My girl!” Oliver dances into the common area, following Dinah. Saying he’s dancing is pretty generous. It is the dance moves of a four year old who is having a dance party to the music in his head. Oliver has one hand in front of his mouth in a fist, singing into his hand as a microphone. The other hand is pointing after Dinah as she walks.
Sitting on the couch is Diana, wrapped in a blanket, reading a book. She glances over her book at Green Arrow and Black Canary as they walk in. She shyly smiles at their behavior before returning to her book.
Canary walks over to the couch, grabbing a remote as she sits down. Arrow stops behind her on the couch. The smirks and leans down. He rests his chin on the back of the couch besides Canary. He puts one hand over the couch and places it on Canary’s shoulder.
“So dinner tonight? What do you say?” Oliver lifts up his hand and taps her shoulder a few times. “Just You, me- hot and heavy.”
Dinah rolls her eyes at Oliver’s antics. She continues to scroll through channels, ignoring Oliver's pestering.
Oliver clicks his tongue. Keeping his left arm behind her, Oliver vaults over the couch to sit on Dinah’s right. He keeps his arm around her and rests his head on her shoulder. He looks up at her through his mask, fluttering his eyes a few times.
“Come on, don’t leave a man hanging.” Oliver chuckles. “We both know you’re going to end up at my house at the end of the night anyways. Let’s make a date night out of it.”
Oliver lifts his head to look at Dinah at her level. “We haven’t had one of our classic date nights in so long.”
Dinah sighs as she shakes her head. She tilts her head and turns to look at Oliver.
“You just don’t give up, do you?”
Oliver smiles largely, “Nope! Which is why you love me.”
“That’s why I love you? I thought it was for your” Dinah wrinkles her nose, “chiseled body,” she snorts, “not your charming personality.”
“It can be both.” Oliver sticks his tongue out at Dinah. “I’m diverse like that.”
“You’re a white man,” Dinah deadpans.
“I’m diverse in other ways!” Oliver argues.
Dinah waves him away. “Yeah, yeah. Sure you are sweetie.”
Dinah picks the remote backup. “So, what are we watching?”
Oliver crosses his arms. He turns up his nose. “I’m not helping you pick a show until you agree to date night,” he huffs.
“Fine, date night, tonight. Me and you.”
“Hot and heavy?” Oliver asks hopefully.
“Why must you call it that,” Dinah mutters. Then she says clearly while rolling her eyes, “Yes, hot and heavy.”
Oliver jumps up and slaps his hands on his knees. “Great!”
Dinah twists to look over the back of the couch, “Wait, what should I watch?”
“Rewatch RuPaul’s Drag Race for the billionth time.” Oliver calls over his shoulder. “I have a date night to plan. Love ya!”
“Love you, too,” Dinah calls out. She purses her lips staring at the TV. “I should watch RuPaul again, though.”
Diana looks up from her book again and stares at Black Canary. She smiles as she makes eye contact with the other woman.
“You’re good for him.” Diana comments, using her book to gesture towards the door Arrow just walked out of.
“Thanks,” Canary laughs, “Someone needs to keep him in line.”
Diana smiles warmly and looks back down to her book, content that her teammates were looking out for each other.
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The door closes with a gentle click behind Dinah.
“Ollie! What room are you in?” Dinah holler as she toes her toes off. She drops her bag without care by the wall.
“I’m in the kitchen!”
Dinah walks into the kitchen, the smells of garlic and cheese wafting through the air. Oliver is standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot. Smiling, Dinah pulls a stool out from the island and sits down. She leans across the island and grabs a piece of garlic bread.
“This is good,” Dinah says. The bread crunches in her mouth, crumbs falling as she takes another bite.
Oliver turns around, pointing at Dinah with the pasta ladle. “You do know you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, right?”
Dinah rolls her eyes as she takes another bite of bread.
“I’m serious.” Oliver puts his hands on his hips, staring at Dinah. Dinah looks Oliver up and down, taking in the frilly yellow apron he’s wearing and a headband pushing his hair back. “I work my ass off for you to have a nice warm dinner and you don’t even show up on time. All this work to have hot and heavy with you”
Dinah presses her lips together, trying to keep her laughter at bay. Oliver raises an eyebrow at her, breaking the damn. Dinah snorts and a belly laugh follows.
Crossing his arms, Oliver pouts at Dinah.
Dinah holds a hand up. “Sorry. Sorry, I know. You did all this,” Dinah gestures around the kitchen, “hard work. I do appreciate it, really Ollie. But really,” Dinah hangs her head, “do you have to call pasta night ‘hot and heavy’?”
Oliver uncrosses his arms and motions at the pots behind him. “It is very hot food, Dinah. And you know I make the alfredo sauce with heavy cream. So, yes. I will continue to call it hot and heavy.”
“That pasta is the only thing hot and heavy in your life,” Dinah retorts. She stands up and walks over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of wine. She scoots past Oliver, reaching up to grab a glass. “People will get the wrong idea one day.”
“Who would get the wrong idea about us?” Oliver asks reaching around Dinah to grab out plates. He sets them on the counter and scoops servings of pasta out.
Dinah takes the glasses and the bottle to the table and sets them down.
“You’re joking right?”
Oliver’s face pulls to a frown and he shakes his head. He picks up the plates.
Dinah walks back over to the island and grabs the plate of garlic bread.
“Honestly, Ollie. The smile that Diana gave me after you left the room today, she definitely thinks we’re a thing.” Dinah says. She puts the bread in between them and starts pouring the wine.
“Well, what’d you tell her?” Oliver asks, grabbing a glass.
“I didn’t tell her anything besides that I keep you in line.” Dinah smirks at Oliver as he scoops pasta on his fork.
He points the pasta filled utensil at Dinah. “Well now she’ll definitely think we're dating.”
Dinah laughs and grabs more bread. “I know. You can tell Brucie Bear that I’m helping with your covers.”
Oliver rolls his eyes. “I’m telling him you called him that.”
Dinah large bite of bread. “I’m not scared of the big bad bat. I’ve seen him actually drunk, not Brucie drunk. I’ve also seen how he acts around his kids.” Dinah takes another bite. “The man is a big softie.”
“I know that, but you’re supposed to pretend that you don’t know that.” Oliver takes a large bite of his pasta, his teeth scraping against the metal fork.
Dinah winces, her body tensing. “Please don’t bite your fork. I know you were raised better.”
“Was I?” Oliver challenges, biting his fork without food on it.
A crispy piece of bread hits him in the forehead.
Oliver rubs his forehead. “Now my forehead is oily.”
“Anyways, I’m telling you Oliver, the way you act towards me is more than just friends.”
“We’re not friends,” Oliver says complete serious. He waits a moment for dramatic effect. “We’re besties.”
“You’re delusional. I can’t believe I actually dated you before.” Dinah takes a long sip of wine. The red liquid swishes in the glass as she sets it back down.
“I can. I have that chiseled body, ” Oliver mocks.
Dinah grabs another piece of bread. She gestures at Oliver with it. “I will hit you. You know that, right?”
“Geez, I use a little bit of sarcasm and you get all defensive. You wound me… emotionally. Don’t actually hit me. It hurts. You beat me during spars enough.” Oliver reaches his hand out and grins innocently, “Will you hand me another slice of bread?”
Lifting the plate, Dinah tilts it towards Oliver, showing a plate left only with crumbs. Dinah shrugs and crinkles her face. “Sorry.”
Oliver blinks slowly at Dinah.
“You ate all of it! Seriously?” Oliver puts his hands up dramatically. “This is the last time I get hot and heavy with you.”
Dinah groans, picking up the bottle of wine. Oliver lunges forward and grabs the bottle. He holds it to his chest.
“No. You finished the bread.” He rocks the bottle slightly. “I get to finish this.”
Dinah stares at Ollie for a moment as he scowls at her. He clings to the bottle. The dark red wine is a fine contrast against the frilly yellow apron he’s still wearing.
Pulling out her phone, there is a distinct shutter sound and Dinah laugh, “You know what, it’s all yours, Ollie.”