The Lion of the League

by RhinoMouse

The sinking of Griffin's Flight changed everything for Clarke Griffin. Now she is returning to her former life in hopes of restoring the city she once called home. However, returning to the friends who have thought her dead for six years may be more challenging than she assumed especially since her time as an assassin has changed her from the girl they once knew.

1. Chapter 1

-Author's note-

Hey, and welcome to our Arrow Au. So we're starting this on season 2 of the Arrow timeline since honestly we didn't want to write an entire season worth of Bellamy angsting while Clarke is off in Nanda Parbot being an assassin. So here we are. Going forward we try to explain in text the background and set up but if that confuses you, we have some important background information down in the notes after the chapter.

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Clarke sat in the large bed staring at the side of the bed where Lexa normally slept. Lexa was still gone on her latest mission and Clarke knew she couldn't wait any longer. Slipping out of the bed, she pulled on her formal clothing of the League before heading to where she knew Titus would be spending his time. Her steps were silent as she arrived at the door. Gustus nodded to her and stepped to the side allowing her to enter. Once in the room, she bowed to Titus, her lover's father though she knew to only use his private name when not discussing business. "Ra's Al Ghul."

He looked up from the book he'd been reading by the fire and stared at her for a moment before speaking. "Tell me what does my daughter's beloved need that requires my attention, Al'asad?"

Clarke raised her head at the sound of her title within the league. "I have served you and the league faithfully for five years. I ask that you give me leave to return to my home of origin."

Titus didn't even bother looking at her as he returned to his book. "I will not release you, clearly it was a mistake the last time I released a man, one I won't be making again."

It was so very frustrating to Clarke that he was being purposely obtuse. She had not asked to be released and she never wanted to be released, she'd found her purpose inside the League. The idea of returning to her normal life outside the League was frightening. "Starling city is in chaos in the wake of Thelonious Jaha's attack. If you believe it was a mistake to release him all those years ago, then allow me to help rebuild the city."

Titus looked at her carefully his eyes calculating. "You wish to serve the league but as Clarke Griffin not Al'asad then."

"Clarke Griffin is a piece of the past of Al'asad. I am Al'asad but I can use that piece to aid the league."

"And yet you still hold attachment to the life once lived by Clarke Griffin since you wish to return to her home." He remarked closing his book and turning to face her.

Clarke breathed in and considered her next words. She knew Titus would not be impressed if she explained she would always be Clarke Griffin even if she was also just as much Al'asad, the lion of the league. "I have forsaken all attachment outside the league, but Thelonious Jaha is a ghost of my past and a ghost of the league. Allow me to return our honor to us by helping the city recover from the atrocity he has committed. Over 305 innocents dead at his hand in a single night. That is surely not something the League can let stand. I am your best operative for dealing with things in Starling city."

Titus stood and clasped his hands behind his back and looked down at where she knelt before him. "Very well Al'asad. You are to depart for Starling City. You may take on the identity of Clarke Griffin and take her place as CEO of Griffin Inc. Using this power, you will rebuild the city as well as expand the League's interests in the region. The city will be turned into a place for compromised operatives to go to ground, to receive medical aid, and to arm themselves. During your time there, you will evaluate the one called the Hood and report back if he is a piece worth recruiting and if so in what capacity. While you are in Sterling, you will have no contact with the League. You're only method of communication to the League is to be Ontari. As my daughter and the head of League business in the Americas, you will report to her and her alone. Lexa is no longer your point of contact and to report back to her is forbidden. You may only choose one lesser member of the League to accompany you. You will leave now."

Clarke bowed her head. "As you command master. I beg leave to leave a letter informing Lexa of my new orders. As your heir, surely she can be informed of my mission."

She didn't dare look up knowing that Titus didn't approve of her. Nor her relationship with his heir and daughter Lexa. Finally, he spoke. "You may leave a letter for my daughter with me."

Clarke didn't reply just dipping her head lower and raising her hand over her heart. After all, he was being merciful. She was preparing to leave the room to write her letter and carry out her orders when Titus' voice halted her. "And Al'asad, if you try to manipulate me again you will pay the price."

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Bellamy wiped his rag along the counter of the bar, cleaning up the sticky residue from the night before that still clung to the surface. He had hoped he'd be doing something different by this point in his life, something other than bartending at the hottest club in Starling. Well, his life plans hadn't included being marooned on a god forsaken island for five years of his life either. At least the Griffin family had seen fit to pay a settlement to all the surviving family members of the crew. His sister had used her portion to pay for law school, and buy a lovely rent controlled apartment way above her means.

"So, want to tell me why you're sulking up here instead of doing something useful?" Raven asked as she sat herself down at a stool by the counter.

Bellamy closed his eyes and wished she'd disappear, or maybe he could, he was good at that. "Doing my job, earning my keep, being a responsible adult, pick the one you want." He looked up and grimaced at the sight of the team. Monty and Miller had come in as well.

"You know that's not what she meant." Miller said taking a seat next to Raven. "This city needs help Bellamy, help you can give it."

"I'm done, or didn't you get that? I failed. I left nothing but death in my wake and still couldn't save anyone." He said bitterly.

"You think a little failure and suddenly you can't do any good anymore?" Raven challenged. "Those manic copycats of yours are running around causing panic."

"Come on, what changed Bellamy? It's been a month." Monty said in frustration.

Bellamy bit his tongue and refused to answer, turning to organize some bottles behind the counter. Miller answered for him though. "Atom, that's what changed."

Raven snapped at that. "We all lost people in the quake. Jaha killed a lot of people's friends and families, but that doesn't mean we can't move on with our lives."

"You're not taking into account what comes with being the Hood, the body count." Bellamy bit out. "Do you know what Atom called me when he found out? A murderer. Anyone I kill will be a stain on his memory."

His friends and team fell silent at his proclamation. Bellamy was irritated but knew that taking it out on the people who'd saved his life more than a few times, while he'd run across rooftops putting arrows into bad men was foolish. He stuffed his rag into his back pocket and moved to where the new shipment of beer had come in and started to wheel it back to the taps. "Now, if you'll excuse me, some of us have work to do."

"We all have jobs and lives." Miller said, moving to help with the beer kegs. After all, he worked there as well.

"I know. That wasn't fair, but I'm done okay?" He looked at them, hoping for understanding. "The list is done, and I failed. I'm done."

His pronouncement had barely been in the air when the doors of the club crashed open and Octavia came sprinting in with a bang. "Turn on the news!" She panted.

Monty picked up the remote off the counter and pulled up the news on the screens that usually showed music videos or sports games and revolving drink orders. The news reporter was talking besides the photo of a face Bellamy would never be able to forget. He could hear the sharp inhale from Raven as they all saw Clarke Griffin's face on the screen. He stared in shock. She was older and had a blanket around her shoulders, her hair darker and tied back. There were new lines around her face but it was still her. It took a moment for the information to sink into his brain. Clarke was alive.

His legs fell away as he hit the ground. "But she died." His shock didn't stop the information from going into his ears. Clarke was alive, amnesia, local village in Laos, worked as a healer.

Raven let out a laugh and he could hear the emotion in her voice. "Princess got a Laos village and got to basically do that whole doctors without borders thing and you got fucking hell island. It figures."

Octavia spoke up, "They're saying it was amnesia and she didn't remember anything till she saw her mom on tv after the earthquake."

Bellamy choked slightly. "I saw her die. I don't…"

Miller slapped him on the back. "Apparently, she was less dead when she was washed out to sea than you thought."

"We have to go find her." Bellamy said, jumping up to his feet easily. "I have to go talk to her, if she doesn't remember. I just…" He felt panicky. The news said amnesia but she remembered now. Was that everything? Did she remember what they went through on Lian Yu before the sub, before Pike, before she'd been sucked out to sea bleeding and injured. Did she remember her father's dying message? He'd passed it on as Mr. Griffin had told him, gone on the crusade the man had left them, but well, he'd failed at that. Failed to keep Clarke safe. Failed at everything. He had to see her. It didn't feel real but he had to find her.

Miller grabbed his shoulder, holding him still. "Bell, she's not even in country yet. And she's going to want to see her mom first. Raven and I work for Griffin Inc. Raven was her roommate before the ship. We'll figure out a way to get in contact with her."

He nodded his head, it was true. She may not even remember him as more than just a casual acquaintance. Pouncing on her and trying to remind her of torture, death and those hellish months she'd been on Lian Yu with him after their ship wrecked could be traumatizing. If she didn't remember, she deserved that peace of mind. Pulling himself together, he focused on his work. "If she doesn't remember me, then she doesn't need to be reminded."

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Lincoln was not especially fond of flying and found sharpening his knives soothing while they were in the air. Private planes had their benefits and knife sharpening was one of them. It did not help his nerves that he was the only companion and guard for the Beloved of the heir, Al'asad. He looked up at his companion and charge. "What will be our first order of business Al'asad?"

Al'asad looked up from her files. "You can start calling me Clarke or Ms. Griffin. From this moment forward I am Clarke Griffin, sole heir to the Griffin fortune and business." She raised her brow pointedly at him. "And you are Lincoln Pine my new bodyguard who I've hired in light of my terrifying experience being stranded with amnesia in a tiny village."

He tapped his file on his new cover meaningfully. "Ex-special forces, you made me American."

Her mouth quirked slightly. "I'm not so high ranked I know who you were before you joined Lincoln. I just knew that your name before you took your new one was Lincoln."

He tilted his head. "I am Fannan, it is strange to be called Lincoln once more."

"Yes, the artist. It's why I chose you. I needed someone who still held onto the parts of their soul that made reintegration into normal society for a long cover non-traumatic." She flipped a page in her file. Letting out a disgruntled breath of air, she complained. "Clarke Griffin's company has been nearly ruined by Thelonious Jaha and Abby Griffin's incompetence. It will take us a long time to establish a proper hold for the League."

"How do you intend to retake the company?" He asked curiously. He'd never worked this type of long term mission before.

She rolled her shoulders, "It's my birthright. Taking control isn't the hard part. It's taking a company famous for being involved in making the weapon that destroyed nearly a quarter of the city and killed over 300 people and turning it into a major holding once again that is the problem."

He went back to his sharpening before deciding to ask another question. He'd never worked with a League member of any standing who was this open to questions before and assumed he should take advantage of that while she was in a mood to answer questions. "Why amnesia?"

She laughed. "I only had four hours to come up with a cover story and it explains why I never came forward. I could have gone with human trafficking but I need to be perceived as strong and dependable. A lost child helping treat the poor in a rural village is far more trustworthy leading a company than a woman saved from the clutches of human traffickers. Obviously, the truth that I joined a league of assassins who kill very bad people wasn't an option."

"Why not just a 'finding yourself' rich kid story?" He asked curiously.

"Would you invest in a company run by a woman who was busy 'finding herself' while her mother was blackmailed into mass terrorism?" She looked at him seriously over the top of her papers.

He shook his head. "No, amnesia is...a wise choice." Flipping through his own set of orders and list of goals in order of importance, he frowned. "You have not listed finding the Hood's identity as a goal. I was under the impression we had orders concerning him?"

"The League has known who he is since he first appeared." She waved off. "Or rather I knew and informed the League. The Hood's identity is Bellamy Blake. He was on my family's ship the Griffin's Flight when it went down in the China Sea. He was on Lian Yu during the time I was there as well. We have no need to ingratiate ourselves with the Hood. After all, Clarke Griffin is a friend." She smiled. "He's a good guy. I'm unsure of if he'd suit the League but at the least he would make excellent cover for any of our operatives coming in and out of the city."

Lincoln fell silent. They'd all heard the story of Al'asad. The woman who had killed Dr. Ivo on the cursed island named Purgatory, Lian Yu. The place's curse was well known and had its fair share of victims, any who touched its shores was sure to suffer through their own hell before either dying or leaving a changed man. Lexa, heir to the Demon, had found Al'asad floating in some wreckage off the island, having already unknowingly accomplished the League mission to kill the doctor and destroy the doctor's research. So she'd been taken in, trained and had taken her new name and place in the League. She had become the Beloved of the heir not long after taking the oath. She was a rare member who had had no military or formal training in war from any source before being found and offered a place.

"You have another question, ask. I'm a silly American who talks too much. I won't punish you for questioning me." She said, flipping to the next page of her file.

He looked at her carefully and found he believed her. "Why did you request this mission?"

She sighed leaning back in her seat. "Because I am Al'asad, but I was also once Clarke Griffin. The part of me that was once her has unfinished business in Starling City and I intend to finish it."

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Octavia walked down the stairs carefully in her heels and red dress heading towards her new boss DA Indra and the Mayor. They seemed to be having a lively debate over whether vigilantism was an American pastime or a criminal enterprise. The mayor's comparison of the Hood to their founding fathers and their Boston tea party was quite a reach and she had to repress an eye roll.

She was nearly to them when she heard Indra remarking, "I would hardly compare our founding fathers to the vigilante or these twisted copy cats that have risen in his wake."

The mayor had noticed her approach and waved her over with a smile. "What do you think about vigilantes Ms. Blake?"

It was easy enough to agree with Indra but as a new DA working under the woman insulting the mayor was not the best course of action even if these sorts of conversations irked her. "I would be foolish to disagree with my new boss."

Indra gave her a slight nod of approval before returning her attention to the mayor. "As you can see I made a wise decision hiring her." The intimidating woman was an icon of law and order in Starling City and Octavia felt herself welling with pride at the slightest hint of approval.

"I'd heard you'd joined the district attorney's office." The mayor said seemingly pleased to be in on the latest gossip.

Be polite she reminded herself. "It was time for a change." The fact that the change was a necessary one because her fledgling law office had been completely destroyed in the quake and the idea of rebuilding where Atom had died made her sick was not a subject for polite conversation. Bellamy would be proud of her, finally acting like an adult, that was if they were speaking properly what with him keeping secrets ever since he came back from the dead a year ago.

"Still, I'm sorry you and your colleagues at CNRI won't be opening your doors again." The mayor said sympathetically.

"There were no doors left to be reopened." She felt a crack forming in the polite mask she was using to impress her new work colleagues.

A soft dinging filled the room as a man began to call for everyone's attention. The mayor patted the side of her arm sympathetically. "That's my cue, they're playing my song." He trotted up the stairs to the podium where he would be giving his speech. She turned to watch shoulder to shoulder with Indra.

The Mayor came up behind his podium and began. "Good evening. It has been a very difficult year for Starling City. Our losses have been incalculable. Our grief unimaginable, but with the generous donations you people are making tonight we will come back from this tragedy."

A loud booming voice interrupted him. "YOU HAVE FAILED THIS CITY MR. MAYOR."

Octavia and the rest of the guests looked up trying to see where the voice was coming from but the area was obscured. She felt a flicker of fear and anger. It wasn't the first time she'd heard the infamous declaration of failure the Hood gave before killing or terrifying his victims.

"The Glades descended into hell on your watch!" The voice continued, definitely masculine but she could tell this wasn't the Hood. One of the copy cats then. She stiffened, nothing in the news about them had been good. At least the Hood hadn't injured anyone except those he intended to until he came against the Dark Archer, Thelonious Jaha.

"You swore to protect all the citizens of Starling not just the wealthy." The voice was almost hoarse now.

The Mayor looked slightly panicked. "I'm very sorry about this folks, we'll have this sorted out in just a minute."

Octavia couldn't help it as she looked back at the mayor with an incredulous expression. He couldn't be serious. The Hood and his copycat nutcases were dangerous murders and he thought he could sort it out like a frat boy drinking too much and needing to be escorted out of the building?

That's when the gunfire started. The Mayor jolted back before collapsing. Octavia knew he was dead and turned swiftly as the other guests began to scream and run. She saw four hooded men with face masks and fully automatic weapons coming down the rear staircase. The cops that had been standing by moved to return fire but handguns against fully automatic rifles wasn't a contest. The sound of gunfire filled the air as her heart beat in her chest. Two of the gunmen headed towards Indra and her.

The lead gunman grabbed at the front of Indra's dark dress. "Mrs. District Attorney," the man sneered.

Octavia knew in that moment that they were going to kill her boss and felt herself acting on instinct. Having a cop for a former step-father paid off as she threw a right cross straight into the hooded man's face causing him to fall rolling down the stairs before coming to a stop. Spinning towards where she knew another attacker was, she came to a halt staring down the barrel of a pistol and the hard eyes of the other gunman. Clearly, the other two of the foursome were keeping the room secure while this happened she realized.

He gestured with his gun towards the ground. Octavia bit her lip but slowly kneeled towards the ground as he began to speak. "We are the Hoods and what was taken from us, we will take back." She wanted to close her eyes, she knew he was going to shoot her now and probably Indra after her. That was when the one she'd punched spoke up from where he was picking himself up from the ground.

"I know her, she's that charity case of Abby Griffin's."

The man holding the gun to her head seemed to focus on her even more. "You're coming with us."

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Wells paced anxiously in the foyer of the Griffin family home. Clarke should be arriving any minute now and he could hardly stand it. Growing up, their families had been close. Both the sole heirs of massive fortunes and paraded around an endless series of luncheons, dinners, and parties, they'd been attached at the hip. Quietly mocking the guests who seemed to cycle in and out of their lives and homes. The other children at school only approaching if they wanted something but otherwise kept their distance. Clarke was as good as his sister. They'd spent nearly every waking hour together growing up. When his mother died, it was Clarke who slept beside him under the covers and shared her favorite stuffed lion with him while he cried. It was the Griffin's who'd given him his own room in their home while his father left to the far corners of the world for years swallowed by his grief.

Now, years later the home of what he'd come to view as his true family sat empty. The furniture was covered in sheets that he'd had to remove that morning. After his father had threatened, blackmailed, and done every reprehensible thing in order to destroy a quarter of the city with an earthquake machine with some twisted idea of freeing the city from the slums and giving it room to regrow. The city had turned against the Jaha and Griffin families. Justly so in his family's case. He felt his hands shaking. He prayed Clarke would not judge him for the sins of his father. He hadn't known anything about them till the end, but it didn't change the fact that her mother was in prison awaiting trial for the crimes his father had forced her to help him commit. He hated his father with a ferocity that scared him sometimes.

Shaking himself, he opened the door and decided to wait on the front steps. Clarke deserved to be greeted immediately on finally coming home. Even if she did hate him now, he would stand by her side and protect her. After all, it was the least he could do after his father's madness had not only destroyed a part of the city but also destroyed their families and lives. He felt like he was going to throw up from nerves. He wondered how Octavia had survived this when Bellamy was discovered on that damned island. He'd been by her side for that, a friendship forged in grief after the loss of their siblings. Not that she was talking to him anymore, his father had seen to that.

His head snapped as he saw the car coming up the long drive. He felt a smile rise up on his face at the sight of it. He recognized a Griffin company car when he saw one. His nerves hit a second later making his smile a bit weak as he stood still at the top of the steps waiting as it pulled to a stop. The driver, a tall, bald, intimidating looking man, got out and opened the backseat door.

Suddenly Clarke was before him, her blond hair falling about her face, familiar blue eyes that locked onto him almost instantly and it hit him that it would destroy him if she hated him as well. However, she was smiling at him and he found his feet moving him towards her and down the steps. "Clarke," It didn't even bother him that he could hear how choked he sounded.

"Wells!" Her face was alight with joy and relief and he couldn't stop himself. He was dragging her into a hug feeling her face pressing into his shoulder and her arms squeezing him back. He never wanted to let go. Closing his eyes, he buried his face in her hair and felt tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Clarke, you're alive." He said with all the awe in the world at the miracle before him.

"I've missed you." Her voice vibrating against the side of his neck.

Laughing wetly, he pulled back finally, knowing that the hug had been going on uncomfortably long. He couldn't keep the smile off his face. "Come on in, I got the place ready for you."

She smiled softly and reached out, slipping her arm around his as they began to walk into the mansion. "Thank you, for everything."

"You're the only family I have." He said, opening the front door. "I'll always be here for you, whatever you need."

She pulled them to a stop and looked at him seriously. "Wells, I'm sorry about your father."

He cringed. "That he was an insane mass murderer or that he was killed while trying to destroy half the city?"

"Both," She replied firmly. "I'm sorry that I wasn't here to stand by you while it happened."

It was suddenly too much and he pulled back. "How can you not hate me?! My father had your boat sabotaged, everything horrible that has happened to you was his fault. He threatened and coerced your mother into helping him make a weapon of mass destruction and now she's standing trial as the public scapegoat because he's dead and not here to take the blame. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I swear I didn't know!" He felt panic swallowing him. This had been a mistake. How could he have ever thought Clarke would want to see him again.

"Wells!" Clarke exclaimed grabbing either side of his face and forcing him to look at her. "You're not responsible for your father's crimes." She then roughly pulled him into another hug.

He found himself sobbing as he held her. "You were dead." He sobbed. Squeezing her to him as tight as possible. He didn't pull back till he heard the pointed clearing of a throat. Stepping back, he felt his face warm at the look the driver was giving him. It was impressively intimidating.

Clarke seemed to register the driver at the same moment. "Wells, this is Lincoln Pine. I hired him as a bodyguard when I realized what had been going on while I was out of it."

Wells stepped forward and offered his hand. "I am incredibly grateful she has you then."

Lincoln had a firm grip and Wells waited till he heard Clarke walking inside before dropping the man's hand. "A lot of people want the daughter of Abby Griffin to pay, don't let anything happen to her."

The man seemed to consider him before nodding. "It's my task. I won't fail."

"Good, then you should come in, we'll hopefully be seeing a lot of each other." He left, trusting the man was behind him. He found Clarke in the sitting room, staring at a family portrait mounted above the fireplace.

"No one has been staying here have they?" She asked without turning around.

He sighed. "No, I couldn't let Abby support me after my dad disowned me. I have my own apartment in the city. With Abby in prison, the staff left. Didn't want to work for a mass murderer." He cringed. "Not that she is one but…"

"But it's what they believe." Clarke said, turning away from the painting. "You wouldn't happen to know of any apartments up for lease would you?"

He felt slightly confused but answered anyways. "Yeah, a lot of people who can afford it are getting out. Real estate is fairly easy to come by these days. This is your home. Don't you want to stay here?"

Clarke ran her fingers along the back of the couch while continuing to survey the room. "I've been gone a long time. This house is full of ghosts now and staying alone with them is…"

Wells nodded understanding. He'd left his own family house to rot even though he had ownership of it now. His father had disowned him but never written him off as his heir and he didn't want anything to do with the money now that he had access to it once more. "I can help you find a place. You can stay with me till then if you want."

She smiled. "That would be nice, but I can stay in a hotel. I doubt your couch would fit Lincoln here."

He smiled, quirking a glance at the man, he truly was built. "No, you're right he'd never fit."

Turning serious once more, he forced himself to ask. "I know she's in prison and after everything our parents did you have every right to never speak to her again, but my father threatened her life, and she is the only reason the attack didn't cost more lives. Do you plan on seeing your mother?"

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Monty followed Bellamy down into the basement of the club. He knew despite it doubling as Bellamy's crash pad and secret lair for the team, he hadn't been back to it since the night of the Undertaking when Jaha had brought hell to the city. He grinned as he walked over to the power box to throw the lights on in the room. Octavia being kidnapped was horrible, but it meant they were finally back in business. "We made some improvements for when you were ready."

He felt Raven bump his shoulder beside him. "Well, I improved our computer systems. Raven did the rest."

Bellamy seemed to be struck dumb, looking around at the high tech setup, all his equipment organized in glass cases. The lighting was far less 'villain lair' now as well which was nice, really the earlier lighting had been killer on his eyes. The work out and target range had been improved and wasn't just crap Bellamy put together with what had already been down here. Raven had built actual targets for him. After a moment Bellamy seemed to have processed the new lair remodel and turned to them. "We need to find these guys."

Miller grinned at them as he moved further into the lair. Monty felt the anticipation building excited to be getting to do his job again as he quickly slid into his new chair in front of his computer screens. Really, this chair was amazing, Raven deserved a medal for either designing or just acquiring it. "I've been trying, we figured you'd come around eventually."

"Octavia's boss, Indra, said one of them was missing part of his hand. Maybe a veteran?" Bellamy suggested, standing behind Monty's shoulder.

Monty pulled up his list of candidates for the hood copycats and added in the new information. Knowing his list wasn't complete, he opened it up to the general Starling City populace.

"Check hospital records for males that have had surgical amputation on their extremities." Bellamy commanded, his hand resting on the back of his chair clearly watching the search with laser focus.

"Cross checking by race and age." Monty's fingers flew. The thrill of returning to his role in the lair causing him to nearly smile. "Got one, Jeff Devo, African American, late thirties." He looked up over his shoulder where Bellamy was still looking like he'd been sucker punched. Miller gave him an approving nod while Raven sat on one of the metal tables watching with clear interest. The team was back.

"What else can you get on him?" Miller asked quickly, clearly focused on the mission.

Spinning back to his computers he flipped through documents that he most certainly was not supposed to have access to but if they wanted them secret than they should have been better protected. "Ex-marine."

"That would explain how he learned to handle himself. Lose his hand over seas?" Miller said, a tone of respect leaking into his voice. Once a marine always a marine, Monty thought in the back of his head of Miller's attitude.

He cringed internally as he saw the details. "No, in the earthquake. Says here that his wife and him were trying to make it across the 52nd street bridge when it collapsed." He swallowed before continuing. "She didn't make it."

"Phone records please, I want to know who he's in contact with and who else might be involved." Bellamy said his voice sounding dead and angry.

Monty pulled up the phone records while cursing that their criminal had to be someone Bellamy and all of them would empathize with and understand on some level. "He's made a lot of calls to a church in the glades, someplace called Standing Strong. It's a support group for people who lost loved ones in the quake."

"Great place to meet three other guys as angry as you are looking for a little payback." Miller remarked, clearly having put the pieces together.

"Get me an address." Bellamy said, turning away from the computers and heading to examine the racks of custom arrows Raven had been spending her time making. Monty pulled up the address but didn't say anything. He felt sick at the prospect of Bellamy killing these people. Bellamy would never forgive himself for this.

Raven spoke while hopping off the table and opening a case on it that had been behind her. "You're going to need this. I custom made it to the last detail." She grinned cockily up at Bellamy as he walked over. "How'd I do? Out of this world like usual?"

Monty stood to get a better view of Raven's latest project. It was a new bow. He could tell it was beautiful. It had a black, minimalistic design and was a compound bow that would allow Bellamy to use a higher poundage on the draw. The joints were clearly reinforced and he had no doubt it'd been built to withstand hand to hand combat against any sort of weapon without damage.

Bellamy reached out, picking it up and testing its weight, his eyes going along its lines. "It's perfect."

He couldn't stop himself he had to speak up and make something clear. "You were right. Once I signed on I stopped thinking about all the bodies you dropped." He could still remember when Raven had approached him about his thoughts on the vigilante. He'd instantly known she knew who it was. The research and tech questions she'd been asking him lately making more sense in his head. "I knew being the Hood occasionally meant being a killer but maybe there's another way." Monty hoped for Bellamy's sake there was. After all, not all of his missions had ended in the death of the target. He'd sent several to prison or the hospital and not the morgue.

"They have my sister. What other way is there?" Bellamy hadn't looked at him just staring at his green leathers and hood hanging in a glass case ready to be worn.

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Clarke felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Slipping it out, she checked the notification. A string of swear words wanted to escape but she couldn't say them without alerting Wells that something was wrong.

"Back in society for a day and you already have a phone?" Wells teased from where he was seated next to her in the back of the car.

"I had to find something to do during the flight. Do you realize how many hours it takes to get from Laos to Starling?" She said while carefully texting instructions to Lincoln. Octavia could not be allowed to die. She'd made a promise and she intended to keep that promise. Her text unfortunately needed a large number of characters. Lincoln couldn't be seen by Bellamy unless absolutely necessary and that complicated matters. Her orders were specific. Find Octavia, don't intervene unless there is no other option. Don't be seen.

Wells rolled his eyes. "You always were an overachiever."

"What can I say, I don't do relaxing or bored very well." She replied.

The car pulled up outside the prison and she got out before Lincoln could get to her door. Making the poor man open car doors seemed degrading to her, he was an assassin not her personal assistant. "Mr. Pine, leave the car and take the rest of the afternoon to yourself. I'll be with Wells and should be safe enough here. After this, I'll be headed to my company to settle the legal sign over of it to my person."

Lincoln nodded in understanding. "Of course, Ms. Griffin."

"Is that really a good idea?" Wells asked as they headed into the prison.

"We're in one of the most secure buildings in the city. And Griffin Inc has a security team. I'll be fine for the afternoon." She said, waving off his concern.

Wells just shook his head. "Safety was never something you were good about and here I thought you had finally learned to be cautious when you hired a bodyguard without being told."

"It's boring to play by the rules Wells, you should know that." She smiled as they went through security. Her specially made knives didn't set off the metal detector and when she was patted down the guard didn't notice them. Of course, she expected nothing else, the League was the best at hidden weapons.

Once in the visiting area, she stood formally with her hands by her sides, thumbs brushing against the seams of her pants. Wells had fallen silent as they waited for her mother to enter the room. Six years ago, when she'd gotten on the Griffin's Flight with her father, she'd barely remembered to hug her mother goodbye. Now, she was an entirely different person. She let her eyes flicker to Wells and was grateful that he was by her side. He'd been so relieved she didn't hate him that she was fairly certain he hadn't even noticed how different she was now. However even if he did notice and it meant the end of this renewal of their friendship, she was thankful for the time she had with him. She'd missed him with every fiber of her being while she'd been gone.

The barred door into the prison opened and she saw her mother for the first time in six years. She looked different here in the blue shapeless clothing of the prison. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and there was no makeup on her face. She felt complicated things about her mother. For all that Jaha had manipulated and threatened her, she had still been part of a plot to destroy part of the city and kill hundreds of people. However, she was also her mother, and she'd missed her for all the years she was away. Perhaps she had not missed her as much as she had mourned her father's passing or felt empty without the presence of Wells, her brother in all but blood, but distance had a way of making you nostalgic for the things you lost.

Stepping forward, grabbing Abby's anxious gaze as she searched the room, she spoke. "Mom."

Abby made a strangled sound and practically flew across the room, pulling her into her arms. "Oh my baby." Abby murmured, kissing along her hairline while holding her as tight as she could.

A guard made a pointed sound. "No contact with the prisoner."

Clarke pulled back but quickly grabbed her mom's hands as she pulled them to a table so that they could sit across from each other.

Abby held onto her hands tightly across the table, her face filled with joy and tears. "You look so beautiful." She tightened her hands even more somehow. "You have to tell me everything."

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Ontari stared with condescension at the remains of a corporation on the brink of bankruptcy. Really, she'd been planning on purchasing the company for cheap and liquidating its assets and selling the properties for a profit. However, apparently she was going to be helping rebuild it to its former prominence, a costly and arduous process she had no interest in doing. Still, when Ra's al Ghul gave an order it was followed. Pulling out the chair behind the CEO desk, she sat down and tapped her fingers against the desk top. Glass walls were classy she had to admit as she watched Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha making their way towards the office. It was rewarding to see Clarke's face shutter shut in surprise at seeing her.

As soon as the door opened she spoke. "Little Jaha, do see yourself out. This company's running is none of your business." She was not going to deal with the son of the man who'd shamed the League only a month before in a very public manner.

"Who are you?" He challenged, stepping forward.

Clarke quickly laid a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. "She's Ontari Night and the new owner of 45% of the company stock. I can handle this. Why don't you go get the two of us some coffee for when this meeting is over? I haven't had good coffee in six years."

Wells turned and looked at Clarke seriously for a moment before complying. "Alright, just call if you need me." He glared at Ontari over his shoulder before heading out of the room.

Ontari waited for the door to be closed before returning her attention to Clarke. "Brave friend you have there."

"He's not an issue and an asset to our cause." Clarke replied taking the seat in front of the desk. "I wasn't expecting you to be here so quickly."

Ontari scoffed. "I was already in the process of acquiring this company when I receive my new orders. Who knew fucking my sister would get you a personalized mission from our father. You sure you're not fucking him as well?"

Clarke's face hardened, her eyes narrowing. "I'll pretend you didn't just insult Titus and Lexa."

"Yes, yes, you're ever so loyal to my sister." Ontari rolled her eyes. Really what had she done to deserve being saddled with her sisters bed warmer? "To business then. We have a lot of work to do and I'd like to be done with it as soon as possible."

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Bellamy sat in the rafters of the church his eyes on Octavia. She was safe, unhurt, and clearly pissed. However, the current lack of danger allowed him to take a moment and watch before putting arrows into the gunmen's chests. Listening carefully, he examined the situation.

None of the copycats had their hoods up so he could see their faces. The youngest of the group looked nervous and kept glancing to where Octavia was tied to a chair. The black eye he was sporting made Bellamy smirk in pride for his little sister.

"So, what do you want to do with her?" One of the older members of group asked.

The younger kid spoke up quickly. "We could knock her out, toss her out somewhere where the police can find her."

"Come on, why don't you just buy her a new pair of shoes while you're at it." The black one sneered.

The leader spoke up to add his voice to the disagreement. "She's seen our faces."

"Look," The younger one said. "Offing the mayor is one thing, but her? She's barely older than my sister was when she was killed in the quake."

"Your sister wasn't killed, she was murdered." The leader said. "By her friend and chief investor but sure let's just let Abby Griffin buy the defense attorneys and get away with murder."

The fourth guy spoke up. "What we're doing here is justice. Which makes us the heroes."

Octavia had clearly had enough. "She didn't kill anyone, and she certainly didn't bribe me!"

"Oh, what do you call the money she handed out to you then?" The leader asked sarcastically.

Bellamy cringed knowing what was coming next. Octavia was not the sort to quietly stand by while her kidnappers talked. "Thelonious Jaha destroyed the glades! He blackmailed and terrified Abby into helping him. She paid me a single settlement when my brother was presumed dead on her family's yacht."

"Oh, so her being scared of him makes it all better? You knew who else was afraid? My wife when our house collapsed on top of her." The leader pulled his pistol from its holster and brought it around towards Octavia's head.

Bellamy had an arrow on his bow and fired in seconds, sending the gun flying. "GET AWAY FROM HER!"

He leapt off the balcony seating in the church and off into the shadows below while the copycats fired at where he'd been a few moments ago. Coming out of the shadows, he snapped the gun arm of the younger kid back mostly likely dislocating it as he punched him the face, one, two, three times till his body went limp. At least that one didn't deserve to die.

Swinging around a piece of construction equipment, he drew his bow back and fired, taking out copycat number threes gun. The black copycat, realizing how close he was, dropped his gun and went to punch him. It was a mistake. Bellamy flipped them both over and down to the floor, hitting pressure points that would knock him out as they rolled before using his bow to slap the earlier goon across the face as he went to take advantage of his position. The man stumbled before crashing across several pews no longer moving.

Snapping his head up to where he heard Octavia make a startled sound, he focused in on the fourth copycat and the leader of the group. He was trying to take Octavia with him out of the church as a hostage. Bellamy was off and after them in a second. No one was going to hurt his sister.

The man was tugging her roughly along with him when Bellamy came out of the shadows his bow drawn. "Let. her. Go."

"You want to save her?" The leader demanded, keeping his pistol aimed firmly at Octavia. "There was no justice for the people like the Griffin's and their little bribed toadies till you showed us how to get it!"

Bellamy released his arrow hitting him in the shoulder above the heart sending him reeling before falling over the banister towards the church floor. He didn't even think about it darting forward past Octavia, who'd moved to the side as soon as she was released her hands still tied. He caught the arm of the leader of the copycats, preventing his fall. The jolt of his weight was jarring and Bellamy grunted at the effort it required not to drop the man. Glancing at where Octavia was standing, he shouted "GO!"

He turned back to the man he was holding only to realize he'd used the arm he wasn't holding onto to aim his gun at him. Bellamy cursed the man's stupidity in his head. "You shoot me, we both die."

"You'll drop me anyway. I know you, you're a killer." The man said the pain from the arrow in his shoulder clear in his voice.

Bellamy swung his other hand down grabbing onto the man's arm he was clinging to and began to pull him up to safety. "People change."

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Officer Kane was sipping his pick me up cup of coffee preparing for the rest of his night shift and on the way back to his car when he heard a rattle. His coffee hit the ground as his hand dropped to his gun and he looked for an attacker. Only instead of someone out to gut a police officer, he saw four men tied to a chain link fence. The movement just past them drew his attention to it and he had his gun out and aimed in a heartbeat.

The Hood was standing before him in full regalia. Sometimes, Kane wondered what his life was coming to that nut-bags in green leather looking like robin hood ran around his city. The familiar rough clearly altered voice of the Hood rumbled out to him. "Do you know who they are?" The tip of his bow pointed towards the men tied to the fence.

A quick glance at the men with dark hoods and he felt some surprise. "I think the Hoods gives me a pretty good idea."

"Bring them in to face justice." The Hood said.

Lowering his gun, deciding the vigilante wouldn't be trying to put an arrow in him tonight, he had to ask. "Where've you been? Typically, when I bring guys in you've caught they're a little more dead."

"I'm trying another way." The Hood replied before turning away and firing an arrow into the upper side of the building. Kane stared in less surprise than it probably warranted as he realized the arrow was a type of grappling hook that pulled the Hood up and out of sight. Shaking his head, he turned back to the surprisingly live copycats. He was going to have so much paperwork.

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Clarke pulled on her new gear she had ordered to be sent to her hotel room during her plane ride. It really had been ridiculously long. She may have volunteered to work on the legitimate business side of the League for a while but the idea of losing the adrenaline rush of hits was horrifying. Also, spending four hours working on paperwork with Ontari Night, Lexa's half-sister from hell, was enough to make her need to punch some people. So she'd come up with an easy solution, vigilantism gave her a legitimate method of keeping her skills sharp, vent anger, and was probably the best way to ease Bellamy into the idea of her not being the same helpless girl she'd been on the island. Well, as helpless as someone willing to strap explosives to an innocent man to kill their enemies could be she supposed.

She pulled out the Kevlar reinforced black leather corset and grinned. Lexa wouldn't know what hit her next time she saw her. Really, the standard league wear was shapeless and made it hard to tell the gender of the member let alone show any appealing shapes. Between the leather pants, the corset, the shirt that showed a great deal of cleavage and the leather jacket with reinforced panels to aid in protection, shapeless and unnoticeable would be the last thing she'd be considered. She pulled on an eye mask and a red wig. It wouldn't do for her to be identified after all. Bending every which way, she made sure the outfit wouldn't hamper her mobility or flexibility. The corset gave some limitations but the added armor over her internal organs was worth it.

Getting out of the hotel without notice was child's play and the motor cycle she'd bought, without plates in all black that sat outside where'd she'd ordered it be dropped off, was exactly as she'd wanted it. Getting to the glades, the slums of the city, was easy enough. Once there she found a rooftop with easy visuals of the street and waited. She doubted it'd take long for someone to volunteer to be her new punching bag.

Sure enough, she soon saw a woman running with three men after her. The woman was headed towards the alleyway. Clarke dropped down and waited. The sounds of hard breaths and pounding feet came down the alley. Clarke let her collapsible bo staff snap into its long position and prepared to strike. The woman nearly made it to her position before tripping and falling. She didn't wait any longer jumping over the prone woman's body and bringing her bo down with a hard crack, hitting the fastest of her pursuers in the sternum. He hit the ground with a cry of agony as she spun, smashing the metal pole into the temple of the next attacker, dropping him like a stone. The third tried to backpedal but he didn't make it more than an inch backwards before she was onto him sweeping his feet out from under him. A sharp strike from her staff and he fell still as well. Walking towards the first man, who was rolling around crying in pain from his surely broken sternum, she reached down hitting a pressure point knocking him out as well.

She held back a groan at the sight of the woman she'd dropped down to save still motionless on the ground where she'd fallen. Walking over, she placed two fingers against the girl's neck. Alive, but out cold. Considering the woman, who she was now realizing was little better than a teenager at best, she listed her options. With a final check of the alley, she reached down and heaved the girl up over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and headed for the empty clock tower a block down. It wasn't a hard walk and the two people on the street she passed gave her a wide berth and she had no doubt they'd never speak a word about her. After all, everyone knew that to stay out of trouble in a place like the glades you heard and saw nothing.

Dropping the girl on the floor of the clock tower, she examined the inside of the building. Clearly abandoned for some time, there were sheets of plastic about, but the face of the clock gave an excellent view of the surrounding blocks. She'd have to look into turning it into a perch for the League. The position of it was strategic. Crouching down by the still unconscious girl, she checked her for any injuries. Other than some scrapes along her face, she was fine. Maybe she had a slight concussion but nothing too serious. However, her quick check of the girl showed that she was far too skinny.

She looked up the nearest fast food joint on her phone and soon was heading off in the direction of the Big Belly Burger. Ordering was annoying, she had to throw on a hoodie and make sure that other than her pants none of her costume was showing before buying their dinner. Fortunately, no one batted an eyelash at a person in a hoodie ordering more food than a single person could possibly eat. After collecting a bag full of burgers, fries, and a couple milkshakes, she was heading back to the clock tower. She came in through the roof this time so she could double check the upper access points for future note. Dropping to the floor, she saw movement. Standing in the corner holding a piece of discarded rebar, was the girl, her eyes wide in panic. Holding out the tray of milkshakes, she offered. "Milkshake?"

"Uh…" The girl lowered the piece of rebar slightly, looking confused. "What am I doing here?"

Clarke set the shakes down on the floor and grabbed one out of the tray and stepped back sitting down on the floor leaning against the wall. "What's the last thing you remember?" Reaching into the bag of takeout, she fished out a burger and tossed it to the girl.

The confused looking girl caught it, automatically dropping the bar. "I…uh." She slowly lowered herself down near the tray and began to peel the paper off from around the burger. "Those pricks thought I'd make an easy mark. I made for the alley and…"

"I found you. Took care of your would be attackers. Eat, I wouldn't poison something as sacred as a burger. Also, if I was going to hurt you I would have done it already." She watched carefully as the girl's shoulders lost some of their tension as she dug into the burger eating it in seconds. She tossed her a second burger.

"So, why'd you save me?" The girl asked, looking up as she grabbed the milkshake. "I mean you want something in return right?"

"A job offer." Clarke said, taking a drink from her own milkshake. "There are no consequences if you turn it down. I'll even throw in some fries if you hear me out."

The girl looked cautious again. "So, what's the job?" Though she was being cautious, her eyes were still watching the food. Clarke held back a frown at the sight.

"I need information on what's going on here in the glades. You give me information and I'll pay you cash, no strings."

"You're not with the triad or something right?" The girl asked.

Clarke grinned. "Oh, I'm a part of something much worse than that. You're better off not knowing. My business requires the crime rates here in the glades being reduced, I don't think who I work for should matter too much."

"So you're like the Hood then?" She asked curiously, clearly becoming more comfortable.

"In a way, but with connections and less angst." She said, taking a bite out of her burger. She'd really missed fast food while working for Lexa. Her girlfriend had many great points, obsession with healthy food not being one of them.

"How much are we talking?" The girl asked. "Cause I'm not gonna tell you anything for a pittance."

Clarke nodded, smart kid. "You leave a chalk mark on the wall over there when you hear new rumors. I'll do the same if I need to speak to you. If the information is good two hundred in cash. If it's not one hundred in cash. If I have a specific errand for you one hundred an hour in which your services are used."

The kid's eyes widened her mouth half open from where she'd been about to bite into her second burger. Clarke continued, pretending she hadn't noticed the reaction. "Of course if your services prove valuable we can discuss a regular paycheck in the future."

"You're crazy." The girl said.

"So I've been told. She reached out her hand, offering it to the kid. "Al'asad, the lion, at your service."

"Monroe." The girl, Monroe said taking her hand and shaking it briefly before pulling back. "I don't want to know where you're going to get all that money, do I?"

"Correct," Clarke said, standing up and dropping the bag that still had several burgers and some fries in it, on Monroe's lap. "I'll drop by to see if you have anything in the next couple days. If you're turning the job down that's fine. You'll never see me again."

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Bellamy sighed when he found Octavia where he'd been hoping not to find her, standing by Atom's grave. He stood beside her, silently waiting for her to acknowledge him. She spoke up across the silence.

"Do you think he would have been proud of me?" She asked finally.

"Of course, how could he not be? Look at what you've done, you're in the DA's office now, fighting the good fight. You amaze me constantly." He said, reaching out taking Octavia's hand in his own.

"Before the Hood, we didn't have things like earthquake machines or copycat vigilantes." She said, staring at the headstone.

Bellamy looked at her, "Octavia," He paused… "Thelonious killed Atom."

"He was killed in the crosshairs of a duel between two archers." She spat. "Now that Thelonious is dead, there is only one archer left and I'm going to be the one to catch him."

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Miller was reading the news story on the arrest of the copycat vigilantes when he heard the steps of Raven and Monty dragging in their fearless leader. "Looks like Starling City is down to just one man in a hood."

"And the four of us are back in the archer business." Raven said happily, sometimes Miller worried about a bored Raven, she'd made some scary explosive arrows while they'd been waiting for Bellamy to come around.

"No," Bellamy said leaning against the computer station. "I spent the last year trying to follow Jake Griffin's list. If we're going to do this," He paused looking at all of them seriously. "It has to be about honoring Atom. I need to become the man he hoped I could be." Miller could see Bellamy's logic. His best friend's condemnation had destroyed him. The fact he was willing to continue was miraculous enough. Bellamy continued, seemingly not realizing the thoughts of his team. "You three have helped me take the first step."

Monty sat down in his new chair and swiveled it around. "So what's step two? I'm game for anything as long as it doesn't involve a tech-less existence."

"The city still needs saving." Bellamy said, which was obvious and Miller wondered that it had taken this long for the idiot to realize what they'd been telling him for a month now. Still, he wasn't the insane one jumping across rooftops in green leather. "But not by the Hood and not by some vigilante that is just crossing names off of a list. It needs something more."

"It needs a hero Bellamy." Raven said, surprisingly serious considering the circumstances.

Monty piped up from his chair. "Too bad the Hoods kinda ruined your nickname."

"Naw it's good, I never liked the Hood." Raven said. "Like how boring is the Hood! What should we call you now then?"

Bellamy spun an arrow between his fingers. "What about the Arrow?"

"Lame," Raven said from where she was sitting on a table. "Suppose it's better than the loon over in Gotham, Batman, I mean really? Who's scared of bats? Also that cape? How does the cape help with stealth?!"

"You asked me to kidnap him so you could deconstruct his toys." Bellamy said, his eyebrows raised.

"That cape is fire resistant if that cell clip from a few months ago is to be believed. Don't you want durable fire resistant clothing?" She asked playfully.

Monty interpreted much to Miller's relief, Raven on a nerd trip could go on for hours. "I don't know I like the Arrow."

Miller decided to get the conversation away from hero names, really as long as he didn't have to wear the leather he was fine. "So what's the news on Clarke?" He watched Bellamy and Raven carefully. Both of them had been close to her before the ship had sunk.

Raven turned serious instantly. "She was on the upper floors of Griffin Inc. today. If the rumor mill is to be believed, she'll officially be the CEO by morning." She looked down. "I didn't see her. Though I doubt she knows I work for her now, and well, she did have to deal with that witch Ontari."

Monty shivered slightly. "If we're looking for a new super villain, I totally nominate Ontari as a candidate."

"She takes over companies for a living, I think her villainous quota is met already." Bellamy said dryly. "Monty could you find where Clarke is?"

"Yeah of course. I can set up you two with a meeting with her tomorrow. I'm going to assume she doesn't have a phone or anything yet. Whole rural Laos set up and everything." He stood up.

"Come on," Miller clapped his hands. "Let's get some drinks. We all have the night off and I think this new 'no killing' thing deserves a drink or two to commemorate it. Also you two." He looked pointedly at Raven and Bellamy. "Are going to need some liquid courage for tomorrow."

"Good idea Miller." Monty said walking towards the stairs up and out into the club. "Benefits of the lair being below a club."

Miller held the door open for the rest of the team as they trooped out and towards the bar. He nearly crashed into Raven as he went to follow them. She was rooted to the spot as was Bellamy. Following their line of sight, he saw a familiar looking blond standing by the bar smiling at them. Raven exclaimed "Clarke!" Then she was off like a shot, hugging her long lost friend.

He stepped behind the bar and began to pour drinks for his friends. He noted the cocktail next to Clarke and made her a new one as well before coming back around the counter. He rolled his eyes and shoved Bellamy forward, who was awkwardly standing staring at the girl like he couldn't believe his eyes as she and Raven laughed while hugging each other. Bellamy shot him a look over his shoulder before hugging Clarke and Raven who were still attached.

"What are you doing here?" Raven asked. "We weren't expecting you to even know what a club was anymore?"

Clarke threw her head back and laughed. "I do have Wells, and surprisingly Laos does have internet, well some of the larger villages did." She looked over at him and Monty who were standing not really sure what to do. She reached out her hand. "Clarke Griffin, which I'm sure you already know, who are you two?"

He took her hand and was surprised by the callouses on her hand. "Nathan Miller, please just call me Miller."

Monty stepped beside him and took her hand after him, "Monty Green, I work in the tech division of your company actually."

"It's a pleasure to meet any friends of these two." She grinned at Raven and Bellamy. "I look forward to getting to know you in the future."

"You're not going on a boat ever again Griffin." Raven said, throwing her arm around Clarke's shoulders.

"Agreed. What about you Bellamy, you hate boats as much as I do now?" She asked.

Miller noticed the longer Clarke seemed to be comfortable in Bellamy's presence the looser his shoulders got and the more genuine his smile. "Yeah, boats just aren't for me anymore."

Clarke reached into a pocket and pulled out a phone and handed it to Raven. "Put yourself in there, we need to catch up. I haven't had a girl's night in six years."

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Jasper felt his phone in his pocket vibrating. He knew it was Maya, she was the only one who really called him. He picked up quickly. "Hey, do you need anything?"

"Love you too Jasper, yes I'm doing fine, no I don't need anything." She said playfully.

He laughed. "Sorry, I just worry." He had worried about her ever since she's lost her leg in the quake. She was only now getting used moving around on crutches, but she would be getting a prosthetic soon. He felt the familiar anger and rage at everyone responsible for what had happened to her.

"I know. You better not be beating up the nearest drug dealer again." Her voice was firm. "You're going to get yourself killed if you keep it up."

He caught sight of two guys beating the crap out of someone curled on the ground. "I'm done with that now. How about I pick us up some dinner and meet you at the club?"

"Sounds good, you can help me clean up." She said sounding pleased.

"Love you babe, gotta go." He said, hanging up quickly and stuffing his phone back into his pocket before heading straight for the fight. "HEY YOU, LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

The guys turned to face him. The larger of the two looked him up and down dismissively. "Oh, and what are you going to do about it?"

He raised his fists. "Stop you."

The two guys laughed one of them pulling out a knife, "Yeah with what?"

Jasper felt his face pale, before he could find out exactly how bad of an idea this had been a woman in black leather and a red wig dropped down behind the two guys. It was over in mere moments. Jasper could barely see the spinning of her metal pole only hearing the sharp cracks of it impacting body parts. It wasn't long before they both fell to the ground and didn't get back up again. He gaped. "Who are you?"

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Lincoln was waiting for Clarke when she returned to their room at the hotel. She slipped in through the window in a ridiculous outfit. He felt the color drain from his face. If Lexa saw that her Beloved was wearing she'd remove the eyes of any who'd seen her in it. "Al'asad surely this vigilante thing is not for the league."

Clarke pulled off her mask and wig and seemed amused by his expression. "It's not, it's for me. I'm sure everyone is much happier when I don't attempt to strangle Ontari."

He paused, it was a good point. Ontari was…he couldn't think of a kind word so he didn't pursue that thought further. "Surely you could wear your league gear and not this…costume." He kept his eyes purposely high in an effort not to bring the wrath of Lexa down upon him.

Clarke snorted. "Yes, running about in the same clothing as Thelonious Jaha in Starling city is an excellent idea." She said sarcastically. "No, if I'm going to use this to keep my skills sharp and deal with any frustration Ontari causes, I cannot be connected back to the league."

He sighed in frustration. "At least allow me to cover your back?"

"Of course, I have no doubts you would have with or without permission."

He tossed a green arrow to Clarke. "Will you be approaching the Hood soon?"

"No," Clarke peeled off her jacket. "He's just now trying something new. I want to see what he does with that as well as allow him to grow without knowing he is under league oversight."

"As you command Al'asad."

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Ontari picked up her phone that had been playing Darth Vader's theme. "Father."

"Ontari," Titus acknowledged. "I assume you've made contact with Al'asad."

"Yes, she'll be the CEO of Griffin Inc. by noon tomorrow as you commanded." She paused before continuing. "Should I be expecting my sister here soon?"

"No, in fact, if any league member finds out that Al'asad remains in the League and is under my orders, you are to prevent them from returning with that knowledge at any cost. They will instantly fall under your authority." Titus commanded.

Ontari scrunched up her nose and considered her father's command. "If that is what you wish, but may I ask why?"

"I have a test for my heir and her beloved and until they have passed it your orders stand." He said, clearly done with the topic.

"As you command." She replied.

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-Author's Note-

The League of Assassins are an ancient group that follows a code of honor. They kill very bad people that they believe the law is unable to handle. They are led by Ras al Ghul, which is a title passed from one Ras to the next. Once a member of the League you are allowed to choose a new name. The official language of the League is Arabic but the members are from all over the world and are fluent in multiple languages.

The Undertaking was the evil plan of Thelonious Jaha a rich businessmen of Starling city. After his wife was killed while traveling through the Glades, the slums of Starling City, he made a plan to rid the city of the Glades. The plan was to use a device that created a localized earthquake to simply flatten the Glades removing the crime ridden area from the map. This would also allow him and others to rebuild the area in their own vision. Bellamy Blake as the Hood attempted to stop him and was able to destroy the machine but not before hundreds of people died in the quake and a great deal of structural damage was done to the Glades. Abby Griffin who was bullied into helping Jaha went on camera at the last second telling the people of the Glades to run which helped reduce the death toll.

The Griffin's Flight was a private ship belonging to Clarke's family that was sabotaged by Jaha after he found out Jake opposed his plans. Jake had taken Clarke out on the ship so he could privately tell her what was going on and prepare her for his future attempts to warn the people. He never got the chance because the ship sank and Clarke was sucked out to sea. Bellamy Blake had gotten a job on the ship as a member of the crew and while also sucked out ended up on a life raft with Jake Griffin. Jake realizing he was unlikely to survive gave Bellamy a list and told him that the people on it were corrupt and destroying the city. He made Bellamy promise to stop the people on the list. While Bellamy was floating towards the island of Lian Yu, Clarke was picked up by a freighter owned by that was conducting illegal experiments.

Lian Yu or Purgatory is a small island in the China Sea. Bellamy Blake is washed ashore where he finds it's not uninhabited but the other people on it are terrifying he ends up tortured and forced to fight for his life. Clarke ends up on the Island when 's freighter comes looking for something. Clarke and Bellamy spend several adrenaline and horror filled months together trying to survive before Clarke is once again sucked out to sea.