His brother's question brings a sad smile to his face. He can hear from Keith's words that he respects and loves his father. He doesn't like Oliver, but he hates to damage his brother's image of his hero.
Still, he asked.
"Keith, Oliver turned his back on me. He's known about me since I was six years old, but he chose to disown me. I saw him once, through a window, when I was a kid. He and my mother argued about something, I don't know what.
All I know is that, at the end of the argument, he turned and left. I never saw him again, except for the rare occasions we had TV or I was allowed to read newspapers." Robert says, looking out the window.
"Slade told me a lot about him, and about...Roy? Is that your brother's name? How Oliver took him in, and then Mia and taught them the art of the bow. Mother rarely spoke of him, except to tell me that I looked like him every now and then, and only when she was drunk, which was rarely.
I went to Star City once and I saw him on a stage accepting an award for philanthropy. I stood less than ten feet from him as he went to get into his limo and drive off. He didn't recognize me." Robert says, a very, very minute tone of hurt in his voice that he probably doesn't even hear.
"After that, what was the point? If I showed up and claimed to be his son, I'd be called a liar. He'd probably pay me to disappear so that I don't ruin his life with the family he has. Or he'll think I just want money, which is the furthest thing from the truth.
The only thing I want is to know my family. Oliver doesn't have to be part of that equation." he says.
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