I DO NOT OWN ARROW OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. THE OC's ARE PARTIALLY BASED OFF OTHER CHARACTERS FROM OTHER FANDOMS.

A mysterious stranger walked to his office area as he was strolling down the hall of his floor at QC.

He knows he usually doesn't bother to remember the names of those he's meeting with, but no meetings were scheduled for today.

When he assessed the guy he found that he didn't pose as an immediate threat. He was tall, dark hair, and strong. He seemed to have the build of someone who would train on a regular basis. He actually looked vaguely familiar.

After walking straight past Oliver, the stranger kept walking and wandering about. It was like he was looking for something and it was urgent to find it.

Dark Hair's eyes caught attention to the desk near his office, Felicity's desk. The guy started to make a bee-line in her direction.

At that moment Felicity looked up from her desk. Recognition lit up her eyes and her face looked like she was ecstatic. She rose up from her desk chair and practically ran into the guy's open arms.

"Dick!" she exclaimed at his arrival.

What?

Who is that guy? What is he doing here?

They broke from their embrace and stepped a little ways apart, still a little too close for Oliver's liking. They started a conversation, which looked to be happy and animated, but seemed apprehensive on "Dick' s" end.

Oliver, feeling the need to interrupt this little reunion and get some answers, started walking up to them with Digg in tow.

As he got closer he heard snippets of the conversation such as:

"Well, it's been a little while."

"Yeah, Jump City keeps a person busy."

"How's Raven, Donna, Gar, Jaime, and Damian?"

"Great, we've got some new recruits too."

"Broke the tech I gave you yet?"

"Listen, there's something you need to..."

Their conversation was interrupted as Oliver arrived where they stood. They both looked at him a little annoyed.

"Who's your friend, Felicity?" he asked begrudgingly.

Dick brought his hand out in front of him for Oliver to shake. Oliver took his hand, making sure to apply pressure, which Dick returned in full enthusiasm. "My name's Dick Grayson, and your...?"

"Oliver Queen, nice to meet you," he spoke with a tight lipped smile.

After retracting their hands and the interrupted pair feeling awkward and/or annoyed, Oliver asked, "So what brings you to Starling, Dick?"

Felicity' s eyes narrowed on Oliver, suddenly feeling the need to punch the fake smile off his face. Childish.

If that little dig phased Dick, he didn't show it. He just responded, "Just visiting an old friend," inclining his head toward Felicity.

Oliver decided to prod for more.

"Are you an old friend from Vegas?"

Dick chuckled, "Um, no, I'm from Gotham."

The city that's going to Hell, that's a good sign.

Oliver gently grabbed Felicity's elbow, pulled her aside, and quietly spoke, "Can I speak to you for a minute?"

She narrowed her eyes at him even more and told Dick they would be, "Just a second."

Oliver pulled her into his office with Digg following (who looked like he was ready to see something amusing) and asked, "Do you mind explaining who that is standing outside my office?"

She let out a breath exasperatedly, "What is there to explain Oliver?" arms crossed over her chest.

"What I'm asking is, how do you know strange people from Gotham? Gotham of all places!" he exclaimed.

She looked like she was going to punch him.

Back off, man, Digg thought.

"Now I'm even more worried about your safety! Do you even really know this guy?" he demanded.

"Safety?" she rose her voice. "That's rich, coming from the guy who goes out and shoots people with arrows every night!"

"First of all, why else would he be here to visit me? Second, get your own shit together before YOU start lecturing me about trusting people. Thirdly, mind your own damn business and stay out of my personal life!"

He was at a loss for words.

She stormed out of the office, fuming. Reaching her desk, she grabbed her purse and shut of her computer angrily.

He walked out of his office trying to catch up to her and say something, anything.

Instead he got a cold, "I've already finished my work for the day. I'm taking the rest of the day off," and she left with Dick.

Oliver stood there with a perplexed, surprised look on his face. He turned his face over to Digg like, what am I going to do now?

Diggle just shook his head and put another piece of gum in his mouth. He's screwed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: if any of you reader's have more ideas on how I can characterize Dick Grayson, please leave it in the comment section.