In a small home deep in Star City, Malcolm was dousing Quentin Lance with bottle after bottle of alcohol. His thirteen-year-old daughter, Dinah Laurel Lance was tied to the couch. "Please don't hurt him" she cried out.
"Shut up, bitch" the man shouted.
"Merlyn, you do not have to do this" Quentin stammered
"Yeah, Daniel Brickwell did not have to kill my wife. This is for failing to put him down and get justice for Rebecca, Detective" Malcolm Merlyn barked.
"Please, don't make her watch this. It's her birthday. Laurel, baby, close your eyes" Quentin said in an effort to console his hysterical now daughter.
"Your little bitch is going watch every fucking second of your anguish," Malcolm said with a deep laugh. He cackled and lit Detective Lance ablaze. Laurel screamed. Malcolm trailed across the room to her. He seized her, stripped her and violently raped her as he held her head up and eyes open while she watched Quentin burn to death.
Laurel awoke in Starling General with the entire Queen Family at her bedside. She looked into the sparkling blue eyes of her best friend, Oliver Queen. "Laur, I'm you're awake".
"Is my dad okay? Could he be saved?" Laurel asked, anxiously.
"I am so sorry," Moira Queen said as she brushed Laurel's wrist. Laurel nodded, gulping back tears.
"But, you're going to come live with us, Laur" Oliver tried to console her with a soft smile.
Laurel propped herself up on her knees and embraced Oliver tightly. Between witnessing her father's murder, her violent sexual assault, and the physical pain all over her body, Laurel could fight it any longer and broke into loud sobs. Oliver moved a hand to the back of Laurel's head and he stroked her soft brown hair while keeping his other arm securely around her waist. "It's okay. I've got you, I love you" he whispered in ear".
Time jumps to four years later...
Oliver walked into the living room where the prettiest girl in the entire, Dinah Laurel Lance was lying the couch. He pulled back the bow of a bow and arrow toy and fired, hitting Laurel in the neck. He laughed like crazy as Laurel sat up with that "what the fuck" face. He sat down next to her and threw his arm loosely around her shoulders. The anchor the Star City local news show began reading off the headlines. " Four years following the gruesome murder of Detective Quentin Lance and violent sexual assault of his young daughter, police are yet to make any arrests in the case. They have named a suspect, former Star City Elite Malcolm Merlyn. However, law enforcement claims..." The anchor droned on and on.
"Unbelievable" Laurel whispered as she rose to her feet. She turned around to face her friend. "My daddy died for nothing!" she screamed, exasperated and near tears "Damn this American justice system to hell!"
"Laurel" Oliver said, rising to his as well "I have an idea to level the playing field with Malcolm. I want to protect our city to honor your father and the work he dedicated his life to. I also want to love and protect you, Laur. In his honor".
Laurel had always thought of her best friend as cute, but she had never been more attracted to him then she was in that moment. She put both her hand on his cheeks and kissed him, pushing her tongue straight into his mouth. He kissed her back. Her lips on his, "this is perfect" he thought. He lifted her and her legs clasped around his torso. He carried her up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom. Their lips never parted as she closed and latched the door behind them. He sat her on the end of his bed "Are you sure?" he asked her.
"Yes, Ollie. I want to give myself to you. I want to feel you, and only you inside me" she confirmed. He removed her sweater and kissed shoulder around her bra strap and sucked on her collarbone. "Yes, Ollie" she breathed. She helped him remove her bra and he cupped her breasts in both hands. He moved his tongue in a circular motion over her left nipple and massaged and flicked the right one simultaneously. He alternated both treatments between her nipples. He paused and removed his clothes and Laurel's skinny jeans (which he bought for her) and tore through her thong. He spread her wide and slid his tongue deep into her. Laurel moaned and wrapped her legs around his head, using her heel to push him in deeper. He used his tongue and his lips to pleasure her. He planted soft, wet kisses on her clit. She hummed Oliver's name. He stood up and picked up, he sat down at the foot of his bed and brought her down onto hi and her walls all around his cock and smiled. From the first thrust to the last one, their seventeen-year-old minds were blown.
Oliver and Laurel laid in Oliver's bed. "So, you're a little too young to be a cop, Ollie" giggled Laurel, still high from what they had just done.
"I know", he responded. He picked his bow and arrow toy, shot straight, and hit the ceiling "but my dad promised if I got any good with this thing, he would get me a real compound bow and some arrows for my 18th".
Laurel caught on and smiled "You want to be a vigilante? Hot!" she beamed. "Though you should know that he was my father, so if you're doing this at all you're doing it with me" They kissed again and he chuckled.
"I don't know, Laur. It could be dangerous and if something happens to you, I- I just don't know" Oliver explained.
"Ollie, we can train together, we'll do everything together because we are in this together" she reassured him.
"Okay," he finally agreed because ever Oliver Queen had to admit that together was better than the power of one.