For someone accustomed to the honor-bound and conservative ways of the League of Assassins, the hustle and bustle of the very liberal Starling City was undoubtedly baffling and alien to one Nyssa al Ghul. Daughter of Ra's al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Logically, she would desire to find herself as far from it as possible and visit there only infrequently. Never, if allowed. The glistening, hidden city of Nanda Parbat high in the Tibetan mountains was her home. Where she was born and raised. Trained in the arts of her people. And yet she found herself in Starling again. All too often, her colleagues would suggest. But this city was important to Nyssa. It was her the love of her life was born, was raised, and ultimately died far too soon. She felt honor-bound to be here, even if she had declared war on Sara's friends.
She hesitated.
Emotion overtook her.
The vertigo-dealing man in the alleyway would live another day.
A familiar voice called out behind her:
"Drop the bow, Nyssa," Oliver called.
"You think I am here to kill you, Mr. Queen? I am not even poised to loose this arrow."
The Arrow's intense stare bore into the back of her skull. Nyssa was keenly aware that an arrow was trained on her, but made no move to lower her own weapon.
"Why else?"
"Have you ever stopped to think that perhaps I am here solely because I mean you no harm?"
"Given your last few visits, call me skeptical. Put the weapon down."
"I have no desire to hurt you or your friends, Oliver. I wish to join you."
"Excuse me?"
"I want to join your… Team Arrow."