Barry walked inside CC Jitters, where he noticed Felicity, Oliver and Marianna were seated, talking amongst themselves.

"Hey."

"The bad guy that you're after, the one who robbed the bank, his name is Roy G. Bivolo."

"Uh... thanks? How did you find that out?"

Oliver hesitated, looking at Felicity without talking.

"The guy's still alive, right? I'm just asking. I thought you didn't want help."

"I'm not. It's just a name."

"Alright."

Marianna glared at Barry as Oliver looked over. Iris suddenly was walking to their table, holding a tray of three mugs, all steaming hot.

"Hi."

"One nonfat latte, extra sugar, for Felicity. One latte, whipped cream for Marianna. And one coffee, black, for Oliver. I brewed you a fresh pot, so.."

She put the cups down as she stared, lovingly, at Oliver. He smiled, hands folded over his chest.

"Thank you."

"Yeah. Barry, um, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah."

Iris grabbed his arm as she dragged him away from their table. Out of the blue, she smacked Barry's left arm.

"Ow. What are you doing?"

She smacked it twice before speaking her mind.

"You did not tell me that you knew Oliver Queen."

Barry sighed, rolling his eyes before answering Iris.

"I know Oliver Queen."

"He's even more handsome in person. And his arms are, like, twice the size of yours."

"Technically, they are not twice the size--"

"He's on my three list."

"What's a three list?"

"My list of three guys I'm allowed to cheat on Eddie with. You usually don't meet people on your list, but now here he is, and I just cannot stop staring at him."

Barry walked over to Oliver after his conversation with Iris, realizing how jealous he suddenly was of him. Putting that aside, he raised his eyebrows at Oliver.

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Okay, we'll help you catch your bad guy."

"Great. Meta-human."

"I'm not calling him that, Barry."

Barry frowned, as he quickly smiled, sticking his hand out to shake.

"Partners?"

Oliver sighed, knowing there was no way out of this now. He took Barry's hand, quickly and firmly, shaking it.

"Partners."

Barry ran over to an abandoned barn just as Oliver was twirling an arrow between his fingers.

"Hey."

"You're late. Barry, how can you have super-speed and still not be on time?"

"Sorry. I guess the super tardiness kind of neutralizes it. So, how do we catch Bivolo here?"

"Oh, no, we don't here. We're here to train."

Barry hesitated, looking around before returning his gaze back to Oliver.

"What? Like Rocky?"

"I read your friend Iris's blog post on The Flash and I visited all the crime scenes you fought at."

"Don't you sleep?"

"Last month, you took on a man named Leonard Snart."

"We call him Captain Cold."

"We can talk about you giving your enemies silly code names later."

"You mean like over coffee with Deathstroke and the Huntress?"

"The point is that you engaged Snart on a commute train, which he derailed."

"Okay, there may have been some damage, but I got the job done. I was the hero."

"Barry, when you approach a new environment, do you case every inch of it?"

Barry hesitated, looking around and shaking his head.

"You could. You have the time. But you don't."

Oliver walked behind Barry, off the edge of the barn's cement, onto the burnt grassy edge.

"You just run in blind. There's a difference, Barry, between having powers and having precision."

"When I came to you thinking about helping people, you said I could be an inspiration."

As Oliver and Barry approached Oliver's motorcycle, Barry caught his eye on what Oliver held in his hands.

"Living this life, well, it takes more than a mask. It takes discipline. And since you are probably as stubborn as I am--"

"Uh, what is that for?"

Barry pointed as Oliver sighed and continued.

"You're gonna run over there, and you're gonna come back at me, and you're gonna get hit with an arrow."

Barry laughed, as he turned back to Oliver, a smile now placed on his face.

"No, I'm not."

"Heh, heh. Yes, you are."

"Okay, fine. I will humor you."

Barry ran over to a nearby hill as Oliver waited.

"Ready?"

He lifted his arrow, in firing position as he whispered, "Ready."

Oliver fired his arrow as Barry came running back, catching the arrow mid-air. He smiled, mischievously, at Oliver, who knew Barry wasn't aware of what was behind him.

"Nice try."

Barry suddenly felt stings of pain on his back shoulder blades, screaming with pain as he turned around, seeing arrows sticking out of his back. Turning to Oliver, with a confused look, he furrowed his brows.

"What, you shot me?"

"I heard you heal fast."

Oliver pulled out the arrows with force as Barry screamed, pain going through his back and towards his complete system.

"Oh, god!"

Barry walked inside S.T.A.R. Labs as Felicity jogged up to him, her blonde locks swinging on her head as her heels clicked with every step she took.

"How'd it go with Oliver?"

"To be honest, not exactly the partnership I thought it'd be."

"Did he really to the thing with the arrows?"

Barry stopped, turning around and glaring at Felicity.

"You knew he was gonna shoot me?"

"Woah. It's practically impossible to tell when Oliver's making a joke."

Cisco turned around, shouting to get the attention from his co-workers around him.

"Hey, we just got a ping from facial-recognition software on Bivolo, a.k.a. Prism."

Caitlin turned in her chair, looking directly at Cisco as Felicity and Barry entered the Cortex behind Cisco.

"Since when do we have facial-recognition software?"

Felicity smiled, walking over to Caitlin.

"Happy Hanukkah."

"Where can I find him?"

"Traffic cameras just caught him entering a residence at 168 Jarvis."

"We should let the Arrow know."

"I can handle this solo. I've done this before."

"Barry, I really think you need to--"

"Felicity, I don't need his help."

Barry ran out of the Cortex as Felicity sighed. She turned to look at Caitlin, who had a very calm look.

"Is this what he does every time."

Cisco and Caitlin nodded.

"All the time."