A new story, Yay! If you have read my other fan fiction, The Fastest Girl Alive, then you know the characters are a little bit similar. I mostly just wanted to see this type of character in the world of Arrow. Still, I tried to make some differences. This chapter starts kinda in the second half of season three, but not sure which one yet. If you want a certain episode please let me know in the comments. Hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated.

Violet's POV

I stopped, only for a second, to catch my breath. Then I enter a donut shop, as I do the overwhelming smell of pastries and coffee fills my nose. I order a hot chocolate and an eclair, with the money I stole from the pile of loot, that I got before my escape, of corse.

I took a seat with a window facing the alley, I would sit at a seat with out a window, but there was none. I thought over a plan that would conceal my true identity. After awhile I started to doze off, yes even with the coffee.

What happened next, I thought was a hallucination. Running through the alley was a robber, I know not that unbelievable, but chasing him was Oliver Queen, Roy Harper, and Laurel Lance. Though wait I forgot to mention they were in their suits.

I ran into the bathroom, while stuffing the last of my donut in my mouth, and then changed into my suit, that I also made before my escape. Luckily the bathroom had a window into the alley, but I had to keep my head low, because my suit didn't have a mask yet. I was too mad at the league to stay long enough to make one out of their special material.

This clearly wasn't a very crime filled day, or at least at the moment, if it was the trio would be spilt up. The thug pulled out a gun as I snuck up behind him, but I guess he didn't see me because he didn't point it at me. I took the opportunity to kick him in the leg to wear he bent over and grimaced in pain. Then I took his gun, and hit him on the head with it. Then he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The three heroes looked at me with curiosity. Great, because the best way to hide from the league is to work with their enemy, that is all over the media. Yeah, not letting that happen, so I decided to start running the other way, so I could jump from wall to wall up in between the walls.

Just as I was about to make my break for it I turned around to see one of the many people I was running from. The assassin, dressed head to toe in black league armor, came towards me, with his hand on his sword.

"Come back or die" came from behind the fabric covering most of his face. Of course I was never going back there, so I started going into what I call, not assassin mode, which was one of my many, many modes. In this mode I could make even the strongest soldiers beg for mercy. I never killed anyone in this mode, that was full on assassin mode, now days you would have to have a special skill to make me go into this mode. Now I would love explain to you exactly what I do or what I am thinking when I go into these modes, but for the most part, it is like being drunk, you black out.

Finally I come out of my not assassin mode, and I am on top of the roof of the building on the right side of the alley. Once again, I am give the look of curiosity from the trio, and again I attempt to run. Though this time was different than any other time I (this was rare) had to run away from something, this time I wasn't running to better myself, I wasn't thinking of how I was going to make it, I was thinking about how if I hung around team Arrow I would put them in even more danger than they already are in. Being that I was practically a child of the league of the league of assassins, I was taught to fight to save either your life, Ra's Al Ghul's or just don't care about them.

I guess when you run for other people you don't run as fast, because Oliver easily caught up with me. I was by the water, and behind a building when he did.

"Who are you? Because I had a feeling fuerte isn't your real name, but a league name."he called out.

I turned to him and took off the hood to my costume, which was basically a cooler, slimed down version of the typical league robes, plus the leather made it look way more intimidating, and I know what your thinking, it is completely black, but really is only partly black, and partly a dull fuchsia color.

" You're right. My name is Violet, but the league doesn't even know that, only me and now you." I replied, as the sun reflected on my shiny black hair, with the same color fuchsia highlights.

"League names usually have a meaning. What does yours mean?"he asked, as I started to hear Laurel and Roy, about five or six blocks away. Yeah, league training can be that extensive.

"You're right again, Mr. Queen. My league name means strong in Spanish."I replied. If your wondering how Oliver knows my league name, it is because the assassins probably said my league name.

So I am leaving this here so you guys can give me feedback before I go too far out. Hope you enjoyed so far.

R&R